<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005</id><updated>2011-09-14T23:53:18.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THoughtful, mindless and oBLivious</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-112161305028675395</id><published>2005-07-17T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:10:50.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules and Regulations...</title><content type='html'>I know this is definitely not a very popular blog..... but, i think it's time for me to leave a few do's and don'ts. Today when i checked my own blog, i saw someone left a few commnets on it... Well, commnets are totally fine with me and i don mind receiving them... BUT, pls... don leave comments that have nothing to do wif the text. Wan a good example? try reading the comments for my previous post.. someone left something there without even letting me know who the person is and gosh! What is tat all about? Somebody once important to me?? Hmm... i can name all their names but i doubt none of them will write something like tat here. Yup, i don like those type of comments to be here and i am very unhappy wif it now. However, for reference's sake.... i won't delete it.... If anyone need to give a personal msg to me... do it in friendster or e-mail.. my e-mail is &lt;a href="mailto:kenyi84@rocketmail.com"&gt;kenyi84@rocketmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. Pls, my blog is not for this purpose. Thank you very much~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-112161305028675395?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/112161305028675395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=112161305028675395' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/112161305028675395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/112161305028675395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/07/rules-and-regulations.html' title='Rules and Regulations...'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-112048087464439194</id><published>2005-07-04T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:12:36.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set sail for MMU!! Me will catch big fish today~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/photo_sakana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/320/photo_sakana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute fella.. Everybody loves fishing &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are boring.. Morning classes are atrocious... BUT, having classes cancelled at the wrong tme is diabolical!!! I was suppose to have my 9am morning class today. I was struggling with great effort, trying to resist the temptation of falling back to sleep. &lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER,&lt;/strong&gt; my effort doesn't seem to be justified accordingly. Even before i could step my foot into the class, familiar faces were already exiting the corridor.... What was supposed to be great news turned sour. Class cancelled after all the trouble waking up... So, me and my room mate adjourned to FCM cafeteria to have our rare occassion of breakfast. I was literally turning into a walking zombie in MMU. Miraculously, i managed to stay awake until the end of my morning classes. As usual, had lunch and went back to have a quick nap before my 5pm class. The lecturer for that class is indeniably boring BUT, there's another intriguing fella in class. Name? Nah, no way i'm gonna post it here... don wanna land myself in any deep sh!t. Well well well, speaking of that fella, gosh he likes to sleep in class!!! hahaha.. i know i am in no position to criticize poeple for tat but hey, he sleeps even more than i do!! I always catch him in "action" whenever we are in the same class. Plus, he likes to sleep with his head wobbling like a fish caught on the hook. LoL.... it's so much fun when he's around. I will be the one with the fishing rod, he be the poor fish and my friends will be laughing away... kakakaka..... Good thing he didn't snore..... Thanks for the fun!!!! Classes are so much better with u around though i doubt the lecturer will share my affinity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-112048087464439194?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/112048087464439194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=112048087464439194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/112048087464439194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/112048087464439194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/07/set-sail-for-mmu-me-will-catch-big.html' title='Set sail for MMU!! Me will catch big fish today~!'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-112040696051450946</id><published>2005-07-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T02:22:03.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever tried YM version 20??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3676/645/1600/ym1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3676/645/320/ym1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;strong&gt;                              The real YM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u have my msn account, u should b able to see my MSN personal msg always bear the distinctive word YM blah blah blah. Someone did ask me wat happened to my yahoo messenger, hahahaha.... nah, it has nothing to do wif yahoo... YM actually stands for Yun Ming. So now comes the other question....... Who is Yun Ming?? She's a friend of mine.... then question again... what makes her so special until she deserves a column in my blog? Hmm... bcoz she has a sister who is very very cute? Hahahahaha. ok ok... skip tat part, it has nothing to do wif this. If u trace all the connections between us, its really a surprise why we didn't really know each other until recently. Anyway, she came to cyberjaya last week and paid a surprise visit to me... Very happy to have her here but then i was very nervous about meeting her face to face. Don't really know how to mix wif people i seldom meet.... *blush*.... but then chances don't come by everyday. So, i tried very very hard to stay calm and walked down to the park near the vicinity. It wasn't tat hard to spot the difference from the already familiar surroudings. There she was, wearing a white shirt and a blue skirt. I have very faint memory about wat happened next but i managed not to freak out. Aikkss.... sorry YM, i know it sounds more like a horrific experience but actually, it's very quite the opposite.. I was kinda happy over it but then i guess it was't such a good idea meeting her up. Somehow.. things are different now. Always ignoring me, always don wanna reply my messages, always dissappear suddenly.... aiiihhhh....... To be honest, i really miss those days where she would keep chatting wif my for very long hours... I wonder where is the affection now but it's ok wif me... just feeling a little more lonely than before... :( Still wondering why you get to b in this blog? bcoz this is a big complain to you!!!! hahahaaha.... I just love to merajuk.... Forgive me YM... *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-112040696051450946?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/112040696051450946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=112040696051450946' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/112040696051450946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/112040696051450946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/07/ever-tried-ym-version-20.html' title='Ever tried YM version 20??'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-111997504212303588</id><published>2005-06-28T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T00:39:02.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that u wouldn't learn until u have a gf.....</title><content type='html'>1. Watever u eat and no matter how much u wanna sink ur teeth into them...... well, if ur gf is wif u.... the first bite is no longer a luxury u can indulge in... hahahha.... i don know about u guys out there but most of the people i mix wif eat like bosnian refugees. I was having a really tough time adapting to this but i guess i wasn't left wif much of a choice. However, considering the fact that u are enjoying the company of her... i guess u know how to work out the equation... hhehehee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ur whole idea about time awareness needs a bit of tweaking. Why? hmm.... when they say :" give me a minute, i'm almost done", somehow, their one minute doesn't represent 60 seconds and their definition of 1 second seem far off from the globally used definition of 9,192,631,770 complete oscillations of the cesium-133 atom. Feel like complaining? I don think u should unless u wanna start shooting star wars episode 7 for Mr lucas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The art of oblivion is one that u must greatly master to endure the relentless torment of&lt;br /&gt;never ending shoppings. To fully understand how much easier life can be when u know how to be oblivious comes only after u have a gf. For starters, watever she asks, say good. Watever she tries, say good. Whatever it may b... just say good. Don't ever attempt stupid things like "hmm.... i think u can find a better one..".... tat's not oblivion... tat's NORICHIN..... hahhaahha. The point is to keep her moving and don stay stagnant on a particular item... gosh, who knows how long she will take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Although i put this point at the last, it doesn't mean least. I wanted to put it at first.. but I dread u all might b busy vommiting before u can finish reading it.. hhehehehe... The biggest lesson u will learn is how to love someone. It goes beyond the three simple words of I love u. Words are merely faint echoes of our action. To truely love someone takes more than words nor action... It's a life long commitment to bring joy beyond expression of any language to her. It's never easy tat's why it takes a life time to testify ur enduring love for her. Guys, do u concur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's undeniably a suicidal stunt for me to post this article online....I don't even know where i find the guts and I think my doctor is going to kill me for this but heck~! It's my blog and i get to write watever i like!!!! since there is hitchiker's guide to the galaxy, i also wanna write my own kenyi's guide to.....err...*scratching head.......i don know where it's gonna take the reader to but its not my problem or is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-111997504212303588?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/111997504212303588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=111997504212303588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/111997504212303588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/111997504212303588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/06/things-that-u-wouldnt-learn-until-u.html' title='Things that u wouldn&apos;t learn until u have a gf.....'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-111988047269824843</id><published>2005-06-27T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:57:53.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after the big 21st.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3676/645/1600/Picture%20449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3676/645/320/Picture%20449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A scene from my 21st birthday dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The injustice done to my blog has been utterly undeniable... The last post i had was in april and it ought to be updated again. It's been almost a month after my 21st birthday and i would like to share my experience after owning the long sought acknowledgement as an adult. Hmm.... seriously... if u ask my if there's any significant difference wif my life.... I can hardly think of any. However, my life here in cyber somehow diminished. I really miss the company of those IT guys. Few of them are serving their industrial training while others are busy with their love affairs. After moving out from our penthouse, i&lt;br /&gt;now find life rather flat. No more balcony meetings, no more bachelor parties and no more disgusting presentation. Anyway, i realised my once familiar cyber campus turned awfully foreign. Why?? because i can hardly see any familiar faces around!! all i see is juniors and new faces.... I guess the cruel explaination to this is tat i'm already turning very senior in MMU... but then how come i don feel like one?? I guess turning 21 isn't tat cool after all.... it's just showing tat ur getting OLDER.... and it's time to start acting like an adult...... bcoz when u flash ur IC at the guards at Genting, u can officially walk straight into casino... LOL.... so much for getting matured... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-111988047269824843?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/111988047269824843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=111988047269824843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/111988047269824843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/111988047269824843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/06/life-after-big-21st.html' title='Life after the big 21st.....'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-111479758931610930</id><published>2005-04-30T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T01:59:49.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the right tune.....</title><content type='html'>One thing i like about fridays in ipoh is the extravagant night market just right across the street. It's the night where the vicinity gets really happening. On other nights, i would really wonder if i'm living in a ghost town. Everybody sleeps so early and it gets sooooo quiet. Looking at the bright side... There aren't any other vampires besides me!! Cheers.. :) So, my mum took the day off from her routined cooking and went there hunting for dinner. When i was forced to write about night markets during school time, it was more like imaginative  rather than descriptive..... but this time.. I'm writing for real. THere are so many people as if tomorrow's the end of the world and this is the only place left to hang out. Plus, there are so many ah beng, ah seng and ah lians around. I guess the recent tsunami waves brought a lot of "lala" to ipoh shores... kekekeke..... So there in the midst of the "end of the world" turmoil i salvaged my dinner and a copy of Michael Buble's new album.. ahem... CDs from pasar malam... no comments..... :P Escaping from all the hussle, i found myself now sinking down on my seat, jacking in that cd into the CD drive and having a peace of mind. I'm playing Quando, Quando Quando now..... Geez i don have a single idea wat it means but I'm loving it ald. For a moment... i found my own utopia within these four walls and how much i wish there's someone who i can share it wif..... Now i realised how much i miss my doc.... hahhahahaha.... *wink* *blush*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-111479758931610930?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/111479758931610930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=111479758931610930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/111479758931610930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/111479758931610930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/04/finding-right-tune.html' title='Finding the right tune.....'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-111462585165514247</id><published>2005-04-28T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T02:17:31.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Circles.....</title><content type='html'>I returned to Ipoh on saturday morning, driving along with my eyes desperately trying to stay wide open. Good thing the passenger beside me wasn't paying much attention on how lethargic i was then or not she won't be sleeping tat sweetly. Anyway, coming back to ipoh brings back something very uncanny.... something tat lurks at every dark corner, creeping and poised for the moment of inevitable.....I thought i forgot about it but I was very very wrong...... too late for any regrets.... too late for mean of salvation... I'm stucked in this terribly familiar BOREDOM again~!! arrgghh!!!!! Hmm... I've been thinking about part time, but then I need to be off during the middle of May for my much anticipated Redang trip.Tried looking for some modelling kits but i don't have the cash to buy them so i decided to start blogging again. At least i will start to pay more attention to things that are happening around me, even the most insignificant ones so that i can keep my mind occupied. Well, i've been trying to tweak my life back to normal and things are getting very good. I sleep at 1 am, wake up at 9 am and i even went jogging today~! Take tat from someone like me... I wonder if i can enter ripley's believe or not? The time now is 2.07 am. I get very sensitive towards time nowadays bcoz i need to know wat i should b doing. Basically, i'm just trying to keep track of time so that i am aware of how many hours left before i can go to bed. Don wanna over sleep, gives me headache and i'll feel giddy all day long. Well, now i'm waiting for the UEFA champion's league semi final to start. Liverpool against Chelsea. Can't say i'm looking forward to this coz i don actually like any of the teams but hey, when ur bored, everything is wonderful. Trust me, u won't get choosey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-111462585165514247?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/111462585165514247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=111462585165514247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/111462585165514247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/111462585165514247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/04/circles.html' title='...Circles.....'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-111087734679170182</id><published>2005-03-15T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T17:02:26.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and found, here i am again....</title><content type='html'>Let me guess... how long have i been missing in action? Hmm...  there's hardly anyone who noticed it since i don't recall getting any request from anyone to continue writing... so i think this blog is rather unpopular... well anyway, i feel like writing something today. It really struck me wif awe when i realised how much had happened during my absence from this blog... Perhaps things that were once thought so indelible back than suddenly end up as a little storm in the tea cup. It reminds me how miraculous time can be.... As i was surfing through friendster few days ago, trying to kill the boredom which was in turn killing me, i saw people putting many promises into words, making a whole lot of buzz about their love interest. Hmm.. i not having a sour grape in my mouth now but i certainly believe promises are made out of uncertainties... Hypocrites at work~!!! Argghh..... ( Let's just hope i don follow them later in the end.... )  Well.... i feel like trying it here... to my lovely doctor in UM.... "I promise i will be there for u all the time bcoz i love u alot~!!"....... wierd... it actually feels good~!!!! hahaahahaha.... gosh i am really sick....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-111087734679170182?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/111087734679170182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=111087734679170182' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/111087734679170182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/111087734679170182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/03/lost-and-found-here-i-am-again.html' title='Lost and found, here i am again....'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110763076151290295</id><published>2005-02-06T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T03:12:41.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New member for the New Year</title><content type='html'>Coming back home never fails to make me feel rejuvenated, but coming back home for Chinese New Year is even more than i can ask for~! However, my over exaggerated excitement came to an abrupt halt when mum began to assign me wif plenty of house hold chores. Hahahaa, i better stop complaining. Later my ang pau gonna get one major cut down. Anyway, my brother in law just departed to swiss not long ago to spend his holidays wif my sis over there. I really miss her alot as this is going to be the first time spending CNY without her. Anyway, I guess fate sure had some really good sense of humour. In replacement for the absence of my lovely sis, i got a rooster to play wif instead~! hohohoho.... Dad found the fella when he was on his way back from his daily exercise. Dad says the rooster was lost and it's getting dark there. Out of sympathy, he carried him back to our house and kept him as our new pet~! I'm trying to get myself close wif this "chick" but somehow he thinks i'm hostile and refuses to eat watever i have to offer him... I tried petting him but he began to stare at me wif his ferocious eyes.. Err... it actually brings shiver down to my spine... i'm kinda scared of his beaks... very unfriendly beaks.....Perhaps he's feeling the same thing about me as well.... I better start working out my rooster communication skills... I know of someone who can do well in that, someone who smiles like a chicken..."kekekekke"... i really hope she's reading this... Happy Chinese New Year~!~!!! May the rooster brings us happiness and prosperity~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110763076151290295?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110763076151290295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110763076151290295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110763076151290295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110763076151290295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-member-for-new-year.html' title='New member for the New Year'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110685392621104536</id><published>2005-01-28T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T03:33:26.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Case study 1 : SMS disorder</title><content type='html'>I always believe that i have very queer habbits and unnatural behaviour. I thought it will be interesting to share it here so i decided to present to you my first case of the day~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised this not too long ago. I have a habbit of not replying people's SMS or writing one to someone even though i wan to do it very much. I spent my whole journey thinking in the car while travelling back home to ipoh during the haji holidays. The traffic was a killer and it really stretched to the horizons, no joke about it. After hours of contemplation, i figure out that i just hate being kept waiting. I don like waiting for someone's reply. It takes time and it makes me feel very uneasy. I start to wonder..... "is she going to reply?" "why don wanna reply leh? Izzit bcoz my SMS is too insignificant to receive a reply?" "HUHUHUHU, that somebody doesn't even care to reply me.... :(" and stupid things like tat keep conjuring up in my mind.... sooner or later my mind will be congested wif those nonsense and it makes me feel very restless. Therefore i don like to reply so that I can avoid all those anxiety and unnecessary discomfort. Another problem is, I like to "collect" SMS. I got tons of them stored in my phone and different SMS got different meaning to me. Sometimes i just drown myself reading it before i go to sleep. Again, it makes my mind full of nonsense and again i feel restless at night. The worst thing is when my inbox starts to get real full and it takes a long time to load them and I had to be kept waiting &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;~!. Arrggghhhh... all this waiting is driving me nuts~! hahahhaa... I guess someone should really sound the alarm now..... *red light blinking madly* ......"CAUTION, FREAK ALERT, FREAK ALERT"..... why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110685392621104536?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110685392621104536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110685392621104536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110685392621104536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110685392621104536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/01/case-study-1-sms-disorder.html' title='Case study 1 : SMS disorder'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110685144970601615</id><published>2005-01-28T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T02:44:09.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from nowhere...</title><content type='html'>I stopped blogging for some time... Probaby bcoz i'm busy pouring my time and effort painstakingly constructing my Gundam figure that i bought. I seldom have such great affection for Gundams... but this little offer come over wif much surprise. Some kind samaritan was willing to sell it to me at a very low price, one which i can hardly decline. It's big.. very big and very tideous. I guess it takes a lot of patience to make out the whole picture and sadly i'm not one wif plenty of patience to spare. Somehow i got bored wif it and now here i am.... writing mindlessly. Life's been another boring event... nothing much going on... and this monotonous string of events had set it's effect on my blog as well.... I'm runnning ideas of wat to write!!!! arrrgghhhh.... anyway, since i'm gonna write something, i just wanna tell everyone who is reading my blog that i'm not really turning gay.... I've received numerous inquiries from friends, asking me about that... so i guess i ought to make a statement here.. It's just a joke. Chill~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110685144970601615?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110685144970601615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110685144970601615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110685144970601615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110685144970601615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/01/back-from-nowhere.html' title='Back from nowhere...'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110589268440502647</id><published>2005-01-16T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:24:44.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful weekend...</title><content type='html'>I just came back from my brother's place not too long ago and i was glad that i spent the weekend together wif my siblings. I've been getting rather gloomy these days but this weekend showed otherwise. We were walking around Subang Parade looking for some deserts and ended up in front of the Basking Robin's ice cream counter.. Hahaha, i just love ice creams... u can never go wrong wif them.. makes every moment licking them a whale of a good time. Me and my sis were gazing through the abundance of flavours available, with eyebrows arched high across the forehead.... Before i knew it, the waitress were handing two scopeful of ice creams to me~! hahaah... hmm... it is certainly hard to eat when u have two on a single cone..... i guess i looked like an innocent child while i was having my own sweet time wif it.... ( or a retard? U decide the word, just don tell me about it). Hmm.. while conjuring up many lovely memories of my childhood, all the worries that were bugging me incessantly for the past whole week suddenly vanquished without a trace. I feel great~! Rejuvenated to be exact and i'm glad that it does. I'm gonna have to sit for my mid term exams very very soon and i need all the mood that i can muster to study.. Well, i guess ice cream has a miraculous healing effect on me... too bad Baskin's ice cream ain't cheap... hahaha.. anyone care to buy me one?? pppllsss..... *wailing like a big baby* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110589268440502647?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110589268440502647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110589268440502647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110589268440502647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110589268440502647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/01/wonderful-weekend.html' title='Wonderful weekend...'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110555512772802700</id><published>2005-01-13T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T02:45:58.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness sets the background for the most beautiful to shine....</title><content type='html'>My daily life is a monotonous routine. Wake up, go to campus, get tired, come back, study, then sleep.... Like a infinite loop, keeps runing about the same circle over and over again. I wonder what went wrong wif it, somehow it lost all the sparks that once ignited so much vibrant. I don't mean to make this particular article to sound depressing but i can't find another reason not to do so. I was sitting at the corner of my balcony before i decided to inch my fingers across the keyboard. Gazing at the inky dark night outside while savouring the gentle caress of night breeze, i discovered something tat had been laid out there for so long and yet i never notice. At the very end where my gaze could reach, the horizon is splited by shimmering lights. I know they are merely street lights.... and they aren't blinking... just an optical illusion but i rather indulge in the illusion... for they are such a scenery of surpassing beauty. Watching them decorating the dull night, occasionally hindered by jutted hills, rather intriguing i must say. I know i'm a boring person but i've been that for a long long time. So please no comments on that k? I guess only when there's absolute darkness that they will have a chance to shine, so do for many things in life. I believe now i'm going through that dark hour... and i believe there are still many things tat are worth looking forward to. Jasmine, if u are reading this... pls don tell me again that i'm having PMS... I'm not~!!! Be more supportive will ya, doc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110555512772802700?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110555512772802700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110555512772802700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110555512772802700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110555512772802700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/01/darkness-sets-background-for-most.html' title='Darkness sets the background for the most beautiful to shine....'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110536843230372225</id><published>2005-01-10T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:51:22.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snail mails.. they certainly live up to their reputation~!</title><content type='html'>I'm for one who seldom use snail mail. Pls don ask me why.... read from the text.... "&lt;strong&gt;SNAIL" &lt;/strong&gt;Meaning it is very darn slow. Anyway, I finally decided to break the odds and post something to a very special someone in Ukraine. No secrets about the mail.. just a Christmas card. So, i tried asking DHL at first to see what they can do about the "snailing" matter. Hmm, they did come out wif a rather jaw dropping solution for me. It costs more than RM150 for my card to reach there. There aren't much alternatives left for me so i drove up to the nearest post office and seek for their kind obligation. Well, i remembered sending it on early december, hoping that it will arrive there in time.... at least not too late. Guess wat, she just received it today. *Scratch Scratch* I should have sent her a CNY card instead~! How silly of me.... By the way, i'm really glad it reached there safetly... coz there's something special included inside... Not gonna state it here.. told ya it's for someone special... so it's not going public... LOL. I think i did enuff of complaining now. As a token of appreciation, thanks post malaysia for sending my little regards to ukraine and for making her so happy~! U just made two very happy people~! Though it's late... arrgghhh... *No no no, i must stop grumbling like an old man.... everybody gonna know tat i am aging ... (&gt;_&lt;)... SILENCE........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110536843230372225?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110536843230372225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110536843230372225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110536843230372225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110536843230372225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/01/snail-mails-they-certainly-live-up-to.html' title='Snail mails.. they certainly live up to their reputation~!'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110525742765040965</id><published>2005-01-09T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:57:07.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary for the weekend..</title><content type='html'>It's been a wonderful weekend.... or should it b preposterous? or demanding? Hmm... it depends on how u look at it. I was busy shopping for the coming chinese new year and did a amazing shopping marathon from KLCC to Times Square, adjourned to Lot 10 and finally ended in 1 utama. Of course, spend a lot of money but squeezed out a lot of excitement from it. Hahahaha...now i understand why girls love shopping so much but unfortunately it is one satisfaction too exorbitant for me to pursuit. Anyway, it was very very tiring. To make matters worst, the traffic jam in KL never seem to cease. By the time we reached home, it was already 12 at night. Me and my housemates went out around 11 in the morning, so i'll just let u do the little calculation of whole many hours we spent. So for today, i'm just gonna spend my whole day lazing around doing nothing at all. Need some brief respite before starting my new week. Speaking of that.. i just reminded myself that got anther 8 am class and lab session to attend tomorrow.... Arrggghhh...... gonna be another back breaking monday again. I hate those bloody MMU plastic chairs~! I can never find a comfortable pose to sleep on them.... Smart.... really really smart people from the administration... Cruel saddists~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110525742765040965?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110525742765040965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110525742765040965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110525742765040965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110525742765040965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/01/summary-for-weekend.html' title='Summary for the weekend..'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110507945076277279</id><published>2005-01-07T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T14:34:34.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning..</title><content type='html'>They say music can heal and i finally found one that really soothes my lethargic soul. My new semester just started not too long ago. Been awfully hectic and tormenting especially for some lazy over aged brat like me. However, i found something tat drives me to wake up even 8 in the morning and make myself to class. Why? Hahahaha... ur not going to believe this - Just for that few minutes in car to listen to Sunday Morning by Maroon5. I tried playing it in my room but then somehow i can't get tat inscrutable feel that i wan. Since i'm driving to campus everday, that's probably when i will b able to hear it. Hmm... there's nothing so particular wif the audio in my car but then it's just different... somehow. I love it so much.... NO no no, it should be, obsessed~! That explains my miraculous appearance in morning classes nowadays. I love the lyrics, they are so sweet.... It makes me feel how wonderful this gloomy world of mine could be. I guess gloomy it not going to be the word anymore. Oh man, i feel like falling in love again... hahahhaa.... While some of u might b thinking that i'm very sick, i really hope that it will rain this sunday morning... and i'm gonna play this song again again while singing away... Come and rest your bones with me, driving slowly on sunday morning..... wouldn't it b better if there's someone to share my affinity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110507945076277279?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110507945076277279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110507945076277279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110507945076277279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110507945076277279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/01/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning..'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110467439953621778</id><published>2005-01-02T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T21:59:59.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution for year 2005</title><content type='html'>As usual, i will do a new resolution for this year. Let's just hope i can do better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay young~!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't get into situation where all my money has gone without a good reasons.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't further mess up my current grades.&lt;br /&gt;4. Try not to be alone AGAIN for the coming valentine.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get more toys~! cheers~!&lt;br /&gt;6. Get more space for my toys~!!&lt;br /&gt;7. ......... Can't think of any..........&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess tat's all. Hahaha, it surprises me how similiar they are compared to the previous one. Hmm.... I do hope that everything will go better and better and better and better........ Same goes to everyone reading this~! God bless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110467439953621778?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110467439953621778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110467439953621778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110467439953621778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110467439953621778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/01/resolution-for-year-2005.html' title='Resolution for year 2005'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110467381136828859</id><published>2005-01-02T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T21:00:24.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed.</title><content type='html'>This blog has been deserted for a long long time but it's time for it to get some new posts~!! It's year 2005!! Applause~!! However, while waving goodbye to year 2004, it's epilogue was one tat could hardly be forgotton by any individual. The catastrophe ignited by the recent Tsunami attack brought sorrow and dismay to many in Asia. With the staggering death toll that reaches hundead of thousands, there wasn't much mood left to usher the arrival of 2005. While mourning for the poor victims, we should be thankful of how lucky we are. Let's hope that 2005 will be a much peaceful year for everyone. Peace~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110467381136828859?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110467381136828859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110467381136828859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110467381136828859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110467381136828859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2005/01/blessed.html' title='Blessed.'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110296406026105662</id><published>2004-12-14T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T03:17:45.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*-Merry Christmas-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/Town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/320/Town.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is all about sharing and caring. Spread the love~! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eye brows were arched high above the forehead with her mouth helplessly wide open. Little Julie was flabbergasted, totally mesmerized by what was actually appearing in front of her round inky black eyes. As she slowly regain her sudden lost of composure, she could no longer hold the excitement and threw herself at daddy. For a moment there, her vocabulary was as if narrowed down to only “thank you”. Julie’s parents were equally delighted. Nothing is more satisfying than the glint of happiness in Julie’s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t thank me! I didn’t know anything about that!”&lt;br /&gt;“Me either. Your daddy and I were sleeping soundly away yesterday night. Hmm, I guess Julie must have been a very good girl this year. Just look at what Santa gave you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Santa was here? But…I didn’t hear anything last night. It was very quiet and I kept an ear on the windows all night long” said Julie, scratching her head in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie was not troubled at all by that little mysterious incident as she was apparently overwhelmed with joy. Of course, it was just a little trick by her parents. It’s always so easy to make a child happy and contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little commotion in the morning slowly faded away like footprints on the snow. It was snowing as usual, ushering Christmas to everyone in the vicinity. Julie just love to spend a day like this staring out from the window, observing every detail in this white and cold ambiance. It was not a usual habit of any 5 year old but Julie is rather inquisitive by nature. With the snow falling relentlessly, every object outside was subjected to the prolific decoration of nature’s best. Such scenery of profound beauty captured Julie’s heart and imgination. She was deeply engrossed as her thoughts were beginning to flow aimlessly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a frail figure ran across the pavement, seeking refuge as if the end of the world is just at the horizon. He ran towards a small dilapidated hut. Even at a distance, Julie can notice him shivering in bone piercing coldness. It was a picture that rather contradicts with the Christmas that Julie had in mind. She kept wondering how someone can actually survive under this subzero condition with just a few ragged clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tinge of sympathy filled Julie’s heart. Just as she was about to tell her parents about the poor child, someone walked up to the hut. It was a very familiar figure. It’s him! It’s daddy! It is literally impossible to miss his shining bald head, especially at this bright afternoon . Like a magician with numerous tricks up his sleeves, daddy was pulling out goods after goods from the bags alongside. Julie watched with a bizarre feeling of warmth that she never experienced before. At this time, a thought flashed through her mind that again, ignited her excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I finally know who is Santa!!! Its daddy!!!! It has to be him!” Julie shouted at the top of her voice, running down the stairs towards her mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110296406026105662?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110296406026105662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110296406026105662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110296406026105662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110296406026105662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas.html' title='*-Merry Christmas-*'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110261316218400832</id><published>2004-12-10T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T01:37:42.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back , Mr and Mrs Santa</title><content type='html'>Santa is back in Ipoh!!! My parents finally came back from Hainam Island this morning. Really really glad to see them. Frankly, I missed them more than anything else. With their arrival here in Malaysia, it also means that i'm relieved of my duty. My mum is apparently very satisfied with the trip and of course, the condition of the house where i'm fully in charge of. *Ahem.. a little applause for the me, shall we?...... Mum sure got a lot to tell about my old kampung in China and &lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; to spend there as well. She came back with bags of goodies.... just like santa clause. As usual, she's always very very delighted to spend money on jade. Hahaha.... i guess those shops there are celebrating their early chirstmas now~! Err.... i don really know how to appreciate those stones but hey, everyone has a little something to craze for..... just like my affinity for toys. Anyway, it seems that my relatives there in Hainam are very amiable and their kind hospitality is greatly appreciated. Thanks for taking such good care of my parents~! I can't really tell much about the place there... I have only my mum's description to sketch in my mind. A picture tells more than a thousand words. The photos are being developed right now. Let's just wait till i have a view of it tomorrow. It's a waste i wasn't there myself and a big regret that grandpa didn't manage to visit them..... Anyway, i believe his heart never left that place before and his love for it shall never fade with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110261316218400832?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110261316218400832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110261316218400832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110261316218400832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110261316218400832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/12/welcome-back-mr-and-mrs-santa.html' title='Welcome back , Mr and Mrs Santa'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110235089879392380</id><published>2004-12-06T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T01:43:04.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simpler place for everyone.</title><content type='html'>I was watching this old malay classical movie yesterday night. A very typical story where there's always a good samaritan fighting the bad villian, prevailing justice and all. However, it was the paradox of our world that among all those stories that we are told, there is hardly any line between both extremes. The movie wasn't that intriguing afterall but it sparked a thought that kept my mind occupied for the whole night. Even now at my 20s, i can't tell wat is good and bad. I find good in everyone and ironically, its always shaded with some darkness somewhere. I get really upset with how pathetic human nature is but that's something I can't rid off. I can only learn to live with it. Sometimes when i wanted to hate someone so much, i can't find adequate reaons to do so. Probably i should say i don't know how to weigh their right and wrong. At times they did so much to help me out from the deep trouble i oftenly ended up in, yet sometimes they did things that hurt so much in return. Sighzz...... I have no idea how to read from the scale. Perhaps we are missing an end user guide that tells about the way of life. Perhaps its meant for each of us to write one for ourself....Perhaps it's so complicted that only the writer himself can comprehend it...... Food for thought......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110235089879392380?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110235089879392380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110235089879392380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110235089879392380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110235089879392380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/12/simpler-place-for-everyone.html' title='A simpler place for everyone.'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110218021746554386</id><published>2004-12-05T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T01:28:17.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Monkeys</title><content type='html'>The prominent effect of boredom has taken it's part in my life. I spent the past 1 and a half hour watching what was to be the grand finale of the most prestigious tournament in malaysia ----&gt; Malaysian Cup finals. The sad sad reality of malaysian football is... they never imporve!! and it seems to be a trend that's going to last for decades to come. I see only 22 monkeys running about in the stadium playing what was supposed to be football.... oops... i left out another big monkey... the referee in the field which makes a total of 23. It was the showdown between Kedah and Perlis. The match was horrific and the goal was preposterous. The lone goal of Perlis was from a throw in. The goalkeeper made the best monkey act which saw him slipping the ball into the net. Thumbs up! For the rest of the game, players from both side were just merely creating chances which i don't understand wat on earth they are thinking of. There were some exceptions though but none produced any goal. The second best part of the monkey show was from the referee. One of the Perlis player was punched in the face by a defender and yet nothing happened... My goodness...... the commentator should have mentioned something about it yet he rather spend his time mindlessly talking about nonsense which nobody really cares to know. I was furious watching it. Furious for the fact that the whole game was nothing but sheer stupidity. In the end, i realised i was the 24th monkey......the one who actually watched the whole game and cared to write about it..... crying out loud~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110218021746554386?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110218021746554386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110218021746554386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110218021746554386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110218021746554386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/12/24-monkeys.html' title='24 Monkeys'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110191218335792824</id><published>2004-12-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T22:51:11.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming toys from SIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/reddorasu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/320/reddorasu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New from SIC &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... this is series 27... coming out in January next year... Nice for the eyes... not nice for the wallet i afraid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110191218335792824?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110191218335792824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110191218335792824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110191218335792824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110191218335792824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/12/upcoming-toys-from-sic.html' title='Upcoming toys from SIC'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110190890396111307</id><published>2004-12-01T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T01:26:55.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A big applause for ...... my inscrutable mum</title><content type='html'>Does ur mum send u sms?? Ok... stupid question..... Let me rearrange it.. does ur mum sound like a teenage girl trying to pull ur leg till u trip whenever she sends u sms?? I don't know about others but my mum certainly does~! hahahahaha...... My mum is in her mid fifties right now...aged a lot but u can hardly believe it when u read her messages. I tried showing them to my housemates once, they laughed like mad.... and i got reprimanded by mum for that... I can't remember when she started this out but by the time i realised it, she was already addicted to sms. Every night, she will sit on the bed, hook on her pairs of glasses and painstakingly inch her fingers across the tiny keypads on her hand phone. She says it helps her to sleep better at night...... i wonder..... normally she will end up giggling on the bed and started telling me about the whole session... She even asked me " am i in?".... *fainted*.. anyway, I am none the less grateful for a mum this "hip".... she gives me and my family so many things to laugh for.... and makes her so much tangible to everyone of us emotionally..... Well, now i finally know where i got all those stupid and wacky ideas from...... directly inherited from my mum.... I don need an expert to tell me.... i'm sure its written in my genes.... *wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110190890396111307?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110190890396111307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110190890396111307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110190890396111307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110190890396111307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/12/big-applause-for-my-inscrutable-mum.html' title='A big applause for ...... my inscrutable mum'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110175164856643904</id><published>2004-11-30T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T02:07:28.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's gonna talk one day, trust me~!!</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna b out from cyberjaya for the next three weeks and my parents just left for Hainam yesterday night. Sighzzz.... Gonna be extra lonely for the next two weeks.... but it also means that i can do watever i like to recuperate from my atrocious final exams. Well, u can tell how much house hold chores i need to take care of by judging from the scattered writings on the white board that stretched over the wall of my dining hall. My parents had been very busy writing down all those things that needed to be done by the only resident here ---- &gt; me~! Oohhh.. there's another resident that i left out.... one which i have to be the babysitter of------&gt; my dog, ED. Well, the first day was &lt;strong&gt;quite&lt;/strong&gt; ok... but apparently... it's not so for the other one. I never notice that dogs can mimic human emotions so similarly. ED was very unhappy today..... She squinted me a couple of times when i was going out this afternoon... showed her grumpy face when i gave her dog biscuits later this evening.. and turned away from me when i called her just now......She even sighed when she was lazing beside me. I don think i've been that sensitive lately but I guess she's trying to voice out her unsatisfactory towards my attention to her. Well, i've been out for the whole day....maybe it was admiration tinged with jealously. My goodness, one day she's gonna show up in front of me and voice out all her problems. I felt rather guilty about it so i decided gave some of my dinner to her.... As she was chewing happily away.... there was a glint in her eyes that says : "Apology accepted, this chicken sure taste good huh, anymore? "..........  *headache &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110175164856643904?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110175164856643904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110175164856643904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110175164856643904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110175164856643904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/11/shes-gonna-talk-one-day-trust-me.html' title='She&apos;s gonna talk one day, trust me~!!'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110106570364168765</id><published>2004-11-22T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T12:39:41.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies, flies Time</title><content type='html'>The issue of getting withered by time never ever appeared in my mind before.... not until tonight. Today i flipped through some old photos. The photo album was covered with a pristine layer of dust. Time had obviously brushed by everything. Carefully flipping through them, images that coloured my life back then suddenly came back in flamboyant style. It dated back from photos taken during my first year in MMU till the most recent one, my 19th's birthday. Hahaha... i looked so nerd back then... i wonder how i look like now? It seems that i wasn't the only one interested. My housemates were equally enthralled. It was then that we noticed how much we aged. My friends used to laugh at me coz i don look like my age. Even i felt the same about myself but the glaring fact projected from those photos was that time came and left.... leaving nothing but traces of aging. It makes me wonder what i should be doing right now... i mean, what i should b doing to make the most out of this relentless process of aging. I don share the great minds of others and i really don't know how to appreciate time but i believe in one thing : Live for today and never mourn for the past. I like to row back in time and savour those never to return moments. Wat's life if there's no past? I don't moan for them but i learn from it. They make me a better person today and give me enuough reasons to look forward to what time has to offer. Plus, it gives me enuff reasons to keep blogging..... As a sanctuary where i can keep my thoughts for the day. Long live blogging~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110106570364168765?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110106570364168765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110106570364168765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110106570364168765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110106570364168765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/11/time-flies-flies-time.html' title='Time flies, flies Time'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110096059000058050</id><published>2004-11-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T22:26:03.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Mr anonymous~!</title><content type='html'>I did check the moon today... I'm very sure it's not blue... gosh.. it's not even a full moon but somehow someone left a message on one of my article~! Well well well, on a special occasion like this, i think i should dedicate today's blog to him. Though he might sound mysterious... but i'm not a stupid donkey either. A big clap for my *lovely* cousin, Tham Wei Lip!!! Forgive me for not being able to upload his photo here. Having some problems with my server. Anyway, back to the gist of this blog, it really surprises me that he's actually reading the craps i'm posting. Hmmm..... thanks alot for the support~! Don worry, i won't tell the world about ur exquisuite taste for partners. He's complaining that i've been very uncaring towards him... Oppss.. am i? sorry ler.. u know me.. i'm a person wif a big heart but i just don know how to say it. Hehehhe... It's really been a loooooong time since i ever hang out wif this fella. Used to do plenty of mindless stuff together when we were kids. Great time, but just too short though. I'll patch things up when i finish my exam. Oh ya, he's still available if i'm not mistaken. Any girls interested in him? U can follow me down to his house. Hahaha.. he's dad is going to kill me... FOR SURE~! lol.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110096059000058050?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110096059000058050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110096059000058050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110096059000058050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110096059000058050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanks-mr-anonymous.html' title='Thanks Mr anonymous~!'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110086137067890168</id><published>2004-11-19T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T18:49:30.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I actually survivied~!!!</title><content type='html'>Obviously i haven't been blogging a lot lately. Kinda busy now with my studies. Exam is getting nearer and time is a luxury i can't afford to waste. Anyway, in conjunction with Paul's birthday, we all went to genting to celebrate his big day~!! Happy birthday Paul~!! I must say, it's probably the best genting trip in my life... Though it took us nearly 5 hours to reach the peak from cyberjaya, it was all worth while. It was most unbelievable when i finally got the guts to actually ride the solero shot. I'm not &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; afraid of height but the idea of being thrown down from &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; height... it just chills me down to my bones!!! Was it peer pressure or merely sheer egoism, it doesn't really matters. Before i can make out a conclusion on that... i was strapped on the sit, tied up and ready to go... Damn.... it just keeps going up and up and up and up....... It was raining before that... and the thick mist made anything below hardly visible. Needless to say... anxiety was rocket high and the inevitable free fall followed, sh!t~!!! My ass could hardly touch the seat... My reaction back then must had been awefully pathetic... However... against all odds... it was hell of a joy ride.... Thumbs up!!!! We were all laughing away in the end... mostly out of relief. I'm gonna ride it again when i have the chance. Hahahah.... isn't it wierd that humans purposely look for these "near death" experience even though they are scared?? It's called  NORICHIN syndrome.... ( read it in cantonese ). I'm sure it's flowing in my blood.. wat about u?? hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110086137067890168?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110086137067890168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110086137067890168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110086137067890168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110086137067890168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-actually-survivied.html' title='I actually survivied~!!!'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110020221572992919</id><published>2004-11-12T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T03:48:29.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh, u don have to remind me~!!!!!</title><content type='html'>There's a chinese saying.... The poorer u are.. the easier u see ghosts... lol.. I know this is a very bad translation.... but the meaning is so true down to earth. My current financial status is basically at critical condition. Guess i've been spending too lavishly and now i can only cry over spent money.. not spilled milk. Well well, to make it even happier... today my room mate came up to me wif a another debt i owe him for the month. &lt;strong&gt;GULP~!!!&lt;/strong&gt;.... When i was busy searching my thoughts on where the hell did all my money went to.... my house mate asked me to play monopoly wif him. It was kinda fun in the begining... especially when he was dividing the money... temporary ecstasy~!!! as usual... game starts and the crazy yelling followed. I wonder was it my bad karma or am i just a lousy player??... i end up again in a situation so familiar....... DRAINED~!!... It was so pathetic that i can only hope to be jailed so i will b safe for the next three turns. I can't help wif that gloomy face right now... After all, i don see poor people smiling away, do u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110020221572992919?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110020221572992919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110020221572992919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110020221572992919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110020221572992919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/11/gosh-u-don-have-to-remind-me.html' title='Gosh, u don have to remind me~!!!!!'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110009973269205472</id><published>2004-11-10T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T23:20:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/1_25.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/320/1_25.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A portrait of me... I hope.. hahaha &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok... just wanna give my blog some colour... Well, enjoy... Solid snake in Metal Gear Solid 3 : Snake eater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110009973269205472?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110009973269205472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110009973269205472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110009973269205472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110009973269205472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/11/portrait-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110009896397378028</id><published>2004-11-10T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T23:02:43.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angpau raya: Kena bagi yg patut , tau tak?</title><content type='html'>Do u know wat is the best way to notice that raya is near?? Nope, not the fasting month but the ever hardworking police officers~! I must hail them wif respect for being so diligent toiling under the scorching sun, making sure that everybody is obeying the traffic regulations even though they are fasting. Sounds pretty responsible huh?  Sadly, not so i must say. Today we "kena" again~! Not 4D but police road block.... sighz.... On our trip to Alamanda, my friend's car was urged to stop by the road side for inspection. Well, not much "wuhaa" in it. I can't really remember how many times i've been through this scenario but i will always remember how &lt;strong&gt;THEY&lt;/strong&gt; react. First, pick up that drop dead serious face. Second, amble gallantly to the vehicle and THirdly, "u mahu saya macam mana tolong?" Hahahahh... LOL.... I wonder when they receive those kind of training in police academy... We ended up giving our kind officer here RM50 for letting us off the hook bcoz the car's exhaust pipe is too big. Don't blame us... it's not our car afterall.... the owner somehow love that trouble bringing pipe, not us. Strange isn't it? When it comes to situation like this... hahhaha... one is so willing to pay, and the other is even delighted to accept. Win win situation~!.. no no... win lose? err... not quite.. lose win??? hmmm..... watever the conclusion is... i just gave a RM50 ang pau raya~!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110009896397378028?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110009896397378028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110009896397378028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110009896397378028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110009896397378028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/11/angpau-raya-kena-bagi-yg-patut-tau-tak.html' title='Angpau raya: Kena bagi yg patut , tau tak?'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-110001187600238340</id><published>2004-11-09T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T22:51:16.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody pass the big wailing baby a tissue...</title><content type='html'>I don know much about monsoon season or wat so ever.... but then i must say this incessant rain is making me turning blue.... why? bcoz i can't stand cold that much~!! Ok ok...  i got a the slim body line that most girls will b dreaming to have ( i think ) but not so for guys...  i like it when it rains.. and i like it more after the pour. It gives a very familiar and intangible feeling. However, the recent heavy down pour is so not my cup of tea. Even my clothes are having a tough time drying up.... and the pungent smell due to that.... &lt;strong&gt;UNBEARABLE~!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm... from the cold and harsh ambiance, i feel so nostalgic. Still remember those days where i will hide up in the bed with my thick blanket and slowly doze off.. knowing that grandpa will make his special cup of hot coffee for me when i wake up later. The unparalleled warmth and sense of security is where i found my own little utopia. Too bad grandpa returned to the Almighty before i'm big enuff to understand that some things don't last forever. Plunging myself back to reality, it's still raining outside.... but now down to a soft sprinkle. Was it the rain or the cry in my heart? *scratch scratch......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-110001187600238340?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/110001187600238340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=110001187600238340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110001187600238340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/110001187600238340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/11/somebody-pass-big-wailing-baby-tissue.html' title='Somebody pass the big wailing baby a tissue...'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-109996357866561479</id><published>2004-11-09T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:04:51.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to momo... i miss u~!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/Picture17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/320/Picture17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momo the dog. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashing back to last year's deepavali, it was really a year to remember~! It was the time when momo first showed up in my life. Wat is that? hahaha.... it's the boisterous dog of Pei Mein.. i still remember the nightmare i went through baby sitting him during the whole weekend. It was so active and playful that my three housemates can't even control it but that's nothing compared to the surprise he gave me the next morning. He miraculously eccaped from his cage and shit all over the house.... ARRGGHHH~!! Needless to say i had to clean up all his master pieces. Good thing his master is someone special ... or not, i'll b throwing it down from my apartmet. Aside from all the trouble he gave me.... momo is still no doubt a cute little fella... with that black beady and not so innocent eyes of his... somehow i do have some love for such a culprit. Guess he wasn't meant to live long.... momo is now apart from me forever. That poor fella died in an accident a few days after his visit to my place. Momo ah momo, why must u leave so fast?? Though i beat u a lot back then... but i really miss u a lot alot~! ( and ur master as well ) . In conjunction wif this one anniversary of his depature... i want to give a short tribute to momo.. a dog who once brought so much laughter and trouble to me..... well, rest in peace~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-109996357866561479?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/109996357866561479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=109996357866561479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/109996357866561479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/109996357866561479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/11/tribute-to-momo-i-miss-u_09.html' title='Tribute to momo... i miss u~!!!!'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-109995732575784255</id><published>2004-11-09T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T07:49:43.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little wicked habbit of mine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/06-11-04_1717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/320/06-11-04_1717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome on board~!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since i'm gonna post something... i think i should let my precious little babies to show up first.. Laugh at me if u want to but i must say i love every single one of them~! haahhha.. well, they are called SIC ( super imaginative chokogin).... some really nice work from bandai where they make those old conventional masked riders into these... and of course, for a price that always burn a bloody hole in my wallet. By the way... just a reminder... they are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;COLLECTIBLES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , not &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOYs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Please take note... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-109995732575784255?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/109995732575784255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=109995732575784255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/109995732575784255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/109995732575784255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/11/little-wicked-habbit-of-mine_09.html' title='A little wicked habbit of mine...'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073005.post-109995629819557014</id><published>2004-11-09T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T07:28:16.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly me... aiks~!</title><content type='html'>Hey hey~! this is my first ever post~! Hmm.. must say i feel a bit dizzy right now coz it's almost 7:30 in the morning and i'm still awake. If i'm not drown with so much boredom, i wouldn't have spent the past hour trying to figure out wat the heck i'm doing wif this.. hahahaa.. but guess wat, i find it quite a fun way to put my daily crappy thoughts into words... well, if ur reading this, don feel dejected.. who knows? maybe my piece of crap might turn out to be ur food for thought~! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073005-109995629819557014?l=pseudoart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/feeds/109995629819557014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073005&amp;postID=109995629819557014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/109995629819557014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073005/posts/default/109995629819557014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pseudoart.blogspot.com/2004/11/silly-me-aiks.html' title='Silly me... aiks~!'/><author><name>Ken Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394372331652433757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/2295/1024/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
