<?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-7727378786997255507</id><updated>2011-07-31T14:43:45.044+08:00</updated><category term='Memories'/><category term='How I Got My Size'/><category term='Boring Stuff'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Musing'/><title type='text'>Crappy Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>One's life's journey in one own words....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-6470862310860425158</id><published>2010-09-28T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T00:51:34.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Phew.....</title><content type='html'>Finally...out of my system....out of my mind.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-6470862310860425158?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6470862310860425158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=6470862310860425158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/6470862310860425158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/6470862310860425158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2010/09/phew.html' title='Phew.....'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-8096064594196797789</id><published>2010-09-27T18:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:10:23.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>It's time of the year again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh Yea!!! Nope nope..not talking bout' my upcoming grand birthday bash... unfortunately, it's about the time I'm going to spend for my annual budget preparation for next year...Year in, year out same ole' thing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whopping in joy as I know I will spend countless hours &amp;amp; days rekindling my affair with Excel..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-8096064594196797789?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8096064594196797789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=8096064594196797789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8096064594196797789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8096064594196797789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s time of the year again....'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-3718360514256982633</id><published>2010-09-20T18:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:52:29.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>祝我生日快乐...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's my chinese birthday today &amp;amp; it's been years since I last had red eggs for my birthday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the eggs that I missed, it's the feeling of being loved.....by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/TJc6YWNVFVI/AAAAAAAAANU/szjDcuBk2Zs/s1600/red+eggs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518944058318591314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/TJc6YWNVFVI/AAAAAAAAANU/szjDcuBk2Zs/s400/red+eggs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-3718360514256982633?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3718360514256982633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=3718360514256982633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3718360514256982633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3718360514256982633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='祝我生日快乐...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/TJc6YWNVFVI/AAAAAAAAANU/szjDcuBk2Zs/s72-c/red+eggs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-5790708654053797542</id><published>2010-09-15T01:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:15:05.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>Letter to Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Kayc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope....I believe you are neither bitter nor angry...you are just plain CONFUSED!!!!! It must be your short or non-existent antenna to fully comprehend what was actually wanted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite putting aside your trademark egoism and no matter how you explained your inner feelings, sorry to point out, with your inept skills of communications, you will only aggravate the situation further and 'conteng arang dimuka sendiri'!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this no longer matters anymore as you have finally come to your senses and realised why waste time &amp;amp; effort on building something that is not being wanted at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you learned your lessons well today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-5790708654053797542?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5790708654053797542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=5790708654053797542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/5790708654053797542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/5790708654053797542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-to-myself.html' title='Letter to Myself'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-1119169667434730004</id><published>2010-02-14T17:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:35:26.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day Phie Phie...</title><content type='html'>To my dearest Phie Phie, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Words can never justifies how I felt for you...all I can say that I, hereby solemly swear that I will love you wholeheatedly...as long as you still look the same the day we exchanged our vows on 29th Dec 2009...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438028801583821106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/S3fCYhS_MTI/AAAAAAAAANE/rO34FUjX4Pk/s400/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy 1st Valentine's Day...Hope I will only celebrate 3 Valentine's Day with you, (the max) before I hooked up with your cousin, Murano...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Will bring you to the spa later in the evening ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-1119169667434730004?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1119169667434730004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=1119169667434730004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/1119169667434730004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/1119169667434730004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day-phie-phie.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day Phie Phie...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/S3fCYhS_MTI/AAAAAAAAANE/rO34FUjX4Pk/s72-c/12.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-2435735231681837246</id><published>2010-02-11T01:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:20:39.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How I Got My Size'/><title type='text'>Petaling Street Beefball Noodles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to Petaling Street with my partner in crime, Carol for some CNY decorations shopping..and found the long lost love of mine.... just right beside the food court, along a side lane...managed by an aunty and some er...hunky?? Bangladeshi???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Beefballs Noodles!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438025040626526818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/S3e-9mo5KmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/62DAM-Hk9XY/s400/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the noodle is nothing much to shout about...but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438025048457724114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/S3e--Dz_wNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/85_Y5_eBCF0/s400/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The beefball is a definite must-try...springy enough, with the much needed beefy taste that just explods in your mouth on the first bite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438025055690161042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/S3e--ewV-5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/DDqTzEzRJwA/s400/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her expression tells all....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-2435735231681837246?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2435735231681837246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=2435735231681837246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2435735231681837246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2435735231681837246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/petalingstreet-beefball-noodles.html' title='Petaling Street Beefball Noodles'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/S3e-9mo5KmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/62DAM-Hk9XY/s72-c/Picture+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-549023700276151341</id><published>2010-02-03T18:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:11:52.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How I Got My Size'/><title type='text'>KFC Shrimp Hearties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/S2lVGmEW4uI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EfyOHNhVVY8/s1600-h/p-cl-shrimphearties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433967997185614562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/S2lVGmEW4uI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EfyOHNhVVY8/s400/p-cl-shrimphearties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was on vegetarian when they launched the Shrimp Stix, so I missed the chance to try and due to my extreme itchy backside, while buying my last night dinner, I bought 4 pieces of the heavily promoted "love shaped shrimp"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it was not in any shape that resembles a heart, it's more like a heart shape wannabe that was unfortunately got flattened by a steam roller...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it tastes like a clump of flour with some tiny bits of shrimp kneaded together..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, for those who loves the "explosion" of oil inside the mouth, this is definitely the product for you...it has more oil than my face in the afternoon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick back to chicken will ya, Mr Colonel???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-549023700276151341?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/549023700276151341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=549023700276151341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/549023700276151341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/549023700276151341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/kfc-heart-shaped-shrimp.html' title='KFC Shrimp Hearties'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/S2lVGmEW4uI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EfyOHNhVVY8/s72-c/p-cl-shrimphearties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-3376446047397127922</id><published>2010-02-02T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:27:15.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Office Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How many of us are unknowingly &amp;amp; unwillingly got sucked into the so-called office survival game a.k.a. office politics? No matter how best I tried to evade or act nonchalantly, I too got sucked into this depressing mind numbing game. My boss always teaches me that the higher you are on the corporate ladder, the smarter you have to be to survive, but hey...I am just a small potato, despite my big potato size...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This remarks of him leads me to a burning question? What happens to basic hard &amp;amp; smart working attitude that is performance driven? In order for one to achieve their KPI and to survive in this corporate world, does that means that I have to carry and lick your balls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if that is a pre-requisite to climb higher or succeed, I rather choose the harder path and prove you all ball licker wrong. My stubbornness and life principle’s might get me into hot soup every now and then, but I rather suffer than kow-tow to your balls…after all, your balls are only the size of shrunk lime…what are so good and captivating to be licked??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that it does smell too, just like whenever you opened your mouth to speak...nothing but full of shit!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-3376446047397127922?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3376446047397127922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=3376446047397127922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3376446047397127922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3376446047397127922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/office-politics.html' title='Office Politics'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-8497625759728357736</id><published>2010-01-24T16:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:13:58.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>My 1st 2010 Suprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meaning of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;surprise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Oxford dictionary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Shock&lt;br /&gt;• Revelation&lt;br /&gt;• Astonish&lt;br /&gt;• Amaze&lt;br /&gt;• Flabbergast&lt;br /&gt;• Stun&lt;br /&gt;• Bowl over&lt;br /&gt;• Take the wind out of your sails&lt;br /&gt;• Render speechless&lt;br /&gt;• Daze&lt;br /&gt;• Dumbfound&lt;br /&gt;• Disbelief&lt;br /&gt;• Startle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My meaning of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430987554927713794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/S16-aBcIngI/AAAAAAAAAME/UC4K6T9gBec/s400/DSC04653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430987565329508658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/S16-aoMHaTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qgudtMFtWuY/s400/DSC04655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A Braun Buffel Key Chain Holder....in classy deep red color&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was totally flabbergasted when I received it, at of all places..... PJ Old Town mamak stall...LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very thoughtful of you...and I am very touched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me feel so special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-8497625759728357736?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8497625759728357736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=8497625759728357736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8497625759728357736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8497625759728357736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-1st-2010-suprise.html' title='My 1st 2010 Suprise'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/S16-aBcIngI/AAAAAAAAAME/UC4K6T9gBec/s72-c/DSC04653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-1864270407933636619</id><published>2010-01-24T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:13:55.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Change of attitude changes ALL!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s a sad fact that I have to slog thru my every weekends with mountain high data to analyze, bucketful of shitty e-mails to reply and long overdue reports to submit and the crappy lists goes on…but changing my attitude in facing all these &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHANGES&lt;/span&gt; everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am now listening to soothing Chyi’s songs and the pattering raindrops while slogging does makes my work much more tolerable, well, if I am now in nice cooling weather countryside, with a nice warm cappuccino, it will be heavenly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"If you don't like something, change it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can't change it, change your attitude. Don't complain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs of me turning cuckoo??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-1864270407933636619?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1864270407933636619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=1864270407933636619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/1864270407933636619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/1864270407933636619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/change-of-attitude-changes-all.html' title='Change of attitude changes ALL!!!!'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-4976183953000022916</id><published>2010-01-09T22:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:05:15.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Bizzzzzzzie.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/S0ieFCX2VGI/AAAAAAAAALc/jVALdS4t2qw/s1600-h/Presentation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424759560541197410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/S0ieFCX2VGI/AAAAAAAAALc/jVALdS4t2qw/s400/Presentation1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hence the short blog entry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-4976183953000022916?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4976183953000022916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=4976183953000022916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/4976183953000022916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/4976183953000022916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/bizzzzzzzie.html' title='Bizzzzzzzie.....'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/S0ieFCX2VGI/AAAAAAAAALc/jVALdS4t2qw/s72-c/Presentation1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-7418944552723468136</id><published>2010-01-03T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:04:08.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>2010 Resolutions....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As what millions across the globe does during New Year, here I am, listing down what I want or rather hope to achieve, listed below by priority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Stop Smoking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As one gets older, the fear of painful &amp;amp; ugly death, usually gets stronger..it’s quite ironic as I have one lit up Marlboro lights dangling at the corner of my lips while I am typing this down. Classic example of saying one thing and doing another..urmm..well, that’s me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. To be able to see my toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Haven’t been able to see my toes while standing upright since standard 4, which were eons ago…to achieve this meaning I have to move my fats more frequently, forsakes the love of my life-chicken rice more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Stop procrastinating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My year long piles of clothes and it’s inhabitants are taunting me while I am typing this down…SHUT UP la..I’ve been kind enough to provide you all shelters all these years ok???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Be more tolerant and patient&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Never my virtue and these words do not really exist in my dictionary. It’s kinda sad and scary to only realize it after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Smile more in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a morning person in my entire life. Enough said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-7418944552723468136?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7418944552723468136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=7418944552723468136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7418944552723468136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7418944552723468136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-resolutions.html' title='2010 Resolutions....'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-7023817080841634785</id><published>2010-01-01T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:04:54.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Ello' 2010</title><content type='html'>My first boring post for 2010...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-7023817080841634785?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7023817080841634785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=7023817080841634785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7023817080841634785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7023817080841634785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/ello-2010.html' title='Ello&apos; 2010'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-7484221426201094680</id><published>2009-12-31T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:16:57.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye 2009!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whew!! 1 more day before I bade farewell to a year filled to the brim with lots of ups &amp;amp; downs, loss &amp;amp; gains, tears &amp;amp; laughter’s… *Deep breath*…here goes, some of the events during my boring life in 2009…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rice Bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Nearly resigned, Yea..you read me right..never ever felt so useless and incompetent before in my entire working life, no thanks to the hurting remarks that was hurled towards me in bucket loads, but thanks to GOD’s strength, the worst is over.&lt;br /&gt;• Achieved my 2009 Key Account target!! Yipeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Slightly closer to my sister/family now, after the loss of my brother. I am proud to say that I am no longer the missing one in family gatherings or dinners, but still labeled as the busiest one in the Wong’s clan, and trust me, I am not acting busy, I am really busy. You all used to say and complain that I am never serious in my working life, so here I am, heeding all your advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• My love line is as flat as the life line of 3,000 years old mummy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;• Pandai pandai follow people main detox.. while in the process of doing it, I swear to GOD that chickens CAN actually FLY as I saw them flying in front of me in the form of plates of chicken rice!!!&lt;br /&gt;• Tried to go on diet – failed really miserably. Darn those chicken rice, they seem like pleading &amp;amp; begging you to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;• Went on vegetarian for 49 days – funny thing is when you do it out of respect, you can actually psyched yourself in persevering, to the extent that I am unfazed while seeing people eating chicken rice in front of me…A slight change appetite now, as I do not eat meat as much as I used to do and started to eat more leafy vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;• Fell in love with photography, non stop harassing friends around me with my cheapo camera, trying to snap so-called artistic photos, which 99% ended up with half face or no head. Sigh…&lt;br /&gt;• Celebrated my birthday in style!!! 4 cakes at 4 different locations!! Fuyoh lei???&lt;br /&gt;• Met up and friend friend again with my 2nd ex, comfortable feeling.&lt;br /&gt;• Rewarded myself with a very very expensive gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary for 2009??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it whizzed past me, it was a challenging but fruitful year. Felt that I kinda matured a little bit, but not enough for someone my age… hmm...a good point to ponder over the weekend...When will  I grow up &amp;amp; act my age??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-7484221426201094680?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7484221426201094680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=7484221426201094680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7484221426201094680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7484221426201094680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/bye-bye-2009.html' title='Bye Bye 2009!!!'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-7498701808716338978</id><published>2009-12-29T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:40:54.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>On cloud nine!!!</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, I'm walking on air!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-7498701808716338978?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7498701808716338978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=7498701808716338978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7498701808716338978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7498701808716338978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-cloud-nine.html' title='On cloud nine!!!'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-1845365073882607493</id><published>2009-12-27T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:23:11.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>My 2009 New Year Resolutions Report Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See all my toes without sucking in my tummy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Feb 09- #8@!!!! Damn those yummy un-stoppable 'mat foong tau'&lt;br /&gt;Dec 09 - 5 more days to go and no toes in sight!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Resolution No.1 FAILED miserably….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Learn something new - swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Feb 09 - Once I can brave myself to step out in my swimsuit!!&lt;br /&gt;Dec 09 - I did step out many times in my swimsuit..bravely somemore la….well, if you rate how well can you swim from 1 to 10…hmmm I would say that I am now at level 3…which means that I will survive for a mere 3 seconds before going all the way down with my damn mouth wide open!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Resolution No. 2 – FAILED quite miserably…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tidy room with space to walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Feb 09 - so far, so good..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Dec 09- Ta Da!!! Surprise lei!!! Everything very neat &amp;amp; tidy…..why??? cos I have just moved from a house to a room and with fierce ‘pau jou por’..Enough said….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Resolution No. 3 – SUCCESSFUL under force….&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update my work &amp;amp; laptop filling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Feb 09- Struggling, but hey at least I’m trying&lt;br /&gt;Dec 09- Another Ta Da!!! All one have to do is create a folder, name it 2009 files and chuck all the files in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Resolution No. 4 – SUCCESSFUL in a way…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Forgive &amp;amp; Forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 09 - Finally I did achieve the revered forgive &amp;amp; forget status, after what I have lost, I have learnt that life is just too short to live in pain &amp;amp; regret…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Resolution No. 5 – SUCCESSFUL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-1845365073882607493?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1845365073882607493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=1845365073882607493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/1845365073882607493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/1845365073882607493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-2009-new-year-resolutions-report.html' title='My 2009 New Year Resolutions Report Card'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-4704986564234347637</id><published>2009-12-23T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:43:13.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>My Piece Of Advice To You - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I have wronged you, go ahead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am bias &amp;amp; prejudiced, be my guest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it will be very much better elsewhere, by all means....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you you&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it's a much better world out there, stick to your decision and stop doing that&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;dance of yours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I do not respect you, ask yourself, do you respect yourself in the first place? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the sake of our Mother Earth and its inhabitants, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GROW UP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and stop acting like a freaking spoilt bitch!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor's note: I think that you can think, that's why I wrote "if you think"..er..not too much to hope that Jellyfish like you can actually think huh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I sincerely hope &amp;amp; pray that you will get a brain for X'Mas and if you do, I promise I'll stop calling you Jellyfish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-4704986564234347637?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4704986564234347637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=4704986564234347637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/4704986564234347637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/4704986564234347637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-piece-of-advice-to-you-2.html' title='My Piece Of Advice To You - 2'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-1860961515802265564</id><published>2009-12-14T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:14:15.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>I am finally attached!!! Oh yea baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As at this morning, 9.54am, 14th Dec 2009, Yes!!!! Mark this day as me, Kayc Wong is ...ta..da....officially attached!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that I dream of, day &amp;amp; night…still remember how often I curi curi to look at your photos while at work, fantasizing and day dreaming of our days together…bosses don’t read blog, rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also lost count of the times that I turned green with such envy whenever I saw you passed by with someone else instead of me, wishing &amp;amp; praying so hard that one day we will be together…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends, please understand why I no longer have time with you all as I will be dedicating all my time to the new love of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my work, I also apologize as I will be relegating you to be the second priority in my life….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the new love of my life, I look forward embarking on a new life together…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I so…..in love with you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HECK NO!!!! I AM OBSESSED WITH YOU!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Can't wait to see you next Thursday....YIPEE!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-1860961515802265564?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1860961515802265564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=1860961515802265564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/1860961515802265564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/1860961515802265564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-finally-attached-oh-yea-baby.html' title='I am finally attached!!! Oh yea baby...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-1977374838563570861</id><published>2009-12-14T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:54:16.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>To One Special Woman - Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I knew a woman who knows me better than myself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a woman who has such an infectious laugh that a pack of hyenas will lose out to her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a woman who has the most LCLY look that GOD can allow and yet I am that lucky to know her as a person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a woman who can motivate me better than anything in this world…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a woman who needs to be beg to receive any gift…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a woman who shares so many private jokes between us that outsider’s think that we are speaking alien languages…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a woman who does not hesitate to rub salts into my wound that effectively, without any fear of backlash…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a woman who will not hesitate to be by my side whenever I need anyone, even though at times I am too egoistic to allow that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a woman who shares my same sentiments on chocolate &amp;amp; moon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a woman who can sing hockien song and yet do not look like Ah Lian…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that woman??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s GOD-Sent Angel to my life, who I truly cherish and appreciate, and I thank GOD for your presence in my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414980509227864370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SyXgFVYw0TI/AAAAAAAAALE/h7BTAeNmKV4/s400/Best+Friends.jpg" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-1977374838563570861?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1977374838563570861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=1977374838563570861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/1977374838563570861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/1977374838563570861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-one-special-woman-happy-birthday.html' title='To One Special Woman - Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SyXgFVYw0TI/AAAAAAAAALE/h7BTAeNmKV4/s72-c/Best+Friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-3659660350749965668</id><published>2009-12-08T19:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:00:55.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>When shit happens....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412832845889946418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/Sx4-y3_WQzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/s5Pih0l6OD8/s400/Tough.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What goes round, comes round, and the world is much smaller than you thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you are on the higher ground now, but look closely, you are only tip toe-ing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you have all to take you further, but think closely, oops..forgot..you can't think!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sincere thanks, you have just made me a much stronger person!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412832849318076962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/Sx4-zEwrYiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YOrTq9faDGU/s400/stronger-header.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-3659660350749965668?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3659660350749965668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=3659660350749965668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3659660350749965668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3659660350749965668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-shit-happens.html' title='When shit happens....'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/Sx4-y3_WQzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/s5Pih0l6OD8/s72-c/Tough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-8521119295091065665</id><published>2009-12-04T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:08:33.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>My Piece Of Advice To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SxjC9fAdDCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/y79H6ebfVNw/s1600-h/%E4%B8%8D%E8%A6%81%E4%B8%80%E6%8B%9B%E5%BE%97%E5%BF%971.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411289313836862498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SxjC9fAdDCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/y79H6ebfVNw/s400/%E4%B8%8D%E8%A6%81%E4%B8%80%E6%8B%9B%E5%BE%97%E5%BF%971.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-8521119295091065665?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8521119295091065665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=8521119295091065665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8521119295091065665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8521119295091065665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-piece-of-advice-to-you.html' title='My Piece Of Advice To You'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SxjC9fAdDCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/y79H6ebfVNw/s72-c/%E4%B8%8D%E8%A6%81%E4%B8%80%E6%8B%9B%E5%BE%97%E5%BF%971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-6969875375002150155</id><published>2009-11-30T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:18:13.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Ring Ring....</title><content type='html'>My phone rang and my spirits soared....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And somehow I knew, I am .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409929213812626370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SxPt9PlPU8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/-yMnijXPJbU/s400/doomed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-6969875375002150155?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6969875375002150155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=6969875375002150155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/6969875375002150155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/6969875375002150155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/ring-ring.html' title='Ring Ring....'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SxPt9PlPU8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/-yMnijXPJbU/s72-c/doomed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-7690028719010965874</id><published>2009-11-29T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:28:16.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Still sad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sniff sniff...have yet to recover from the devastating D-Day results...and coupled with the high fever &amp;amp; body ache since Fri evening till Sun morning only makes things worse...been seriously sleeping to recover till a point whereby my house mate's hubby asked whether I'm hibernating!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How long will my heart be un-crushed?? Sigh..I do not know....I hate this feeling....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can some-one or something un-crushed my heart??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-7690028719010965874?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7690028719010965874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=7690028719010965874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7690028719010965874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7690028719010965874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/still-sad.html' title='Still sad...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-8980481722128926164</id><published>2009-11-24T14:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:02:54.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>D-Day results</title><content type='html'>D-Day came earlier than expected...And, I am totally crushed….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407561600345827810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SwuEoAGn6eI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TWQeIqPy8kk/s400/sad_man.jpg" /&gt;Enough said…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-8980481722128926164?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8980481722128926164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=8980481722128926164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8980481722128926164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8980481722128926164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/d-day-results.html' title='D-Day results'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SwuEoAGn6eI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TWQeIqPy8kk/s72-c/sad_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-6328667553063529274</id><published>2009-11-23T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:34:32.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Waiting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 more days for my D-day...urghhh..hate that waiting feeling...Deep-deep down my little heart, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really&lt;/span&gt; really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really&lt;/span&gt; really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really&lt;/span&gt; really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really&lt;/span&gt; really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really&lt;/span&gt; really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really&lt;/span&gt; really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;wants it to happen &amp;amp; materialised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I will be totally crushed if the the D-day results is not what I hoped &amp;amp; dreamed for, as my hopes has soared sky high.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta sign off now, as I need to prepare for my painful fall....ouch.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-6328667553063529274?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6328667553063529274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=6328667553063529274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/6328667553063529274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/6328667553063529274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/waiting.html' title='Waiting....'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-3697433061739062668</id><published>2009-11-21T11:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T01:08:58.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>I'm in love..ooh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The effects you have on me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart beats so fast, that it feels like popping out, every moment I see you passes me by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaks into cold sweat &amp;amp; trembles as I run my hands along your curves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take my eyes of you as I gaze at you lovingly and lustfully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find a space in my mind, as you fully occupies my every waking moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray &amp;amp; pray to GOD that one day you will be mine to cherish,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna scream &amp;amp; tell the whole world about you and how much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, ever felt the desire of wanting so much in my life.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU &amp;amp; ONLY YOU, is all I want now.....and I am counting the moments when we can be one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so crazily, helplessly in love with you.......&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My one &amp;amp; only Nissan Sylphy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: do you know that you are so hot &amp;amp; sexy in black??? And so mysterious if all your windows are tinted in grayish black tone??? Ohhh...lala baby...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SwdgS4ShNmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SaoQvBO3SI4/s1600/c329x227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406395755145541218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SwdgS4ShNmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SaoQvBO3SI4/s400/c329x227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-3697433061739062668?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3697433061739062668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=3697433061739062668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3697433061739062668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3697433061739062668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-in-loveooh.html' title='I&apos;m in love..ooh....'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SwdgS4ShNmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SaoQvBO3SI4/s72-c/c329x227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-7652150757525384071</id><published>2009-11-20T18:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:33:38.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>For you KOPEK!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ha&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ppy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;rt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;sis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish &amp;amp; hope that you will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More adventurous&lt;/em&gt;~~There's a whole world out there apart from shopping mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Less grumpy&lt;/em&gt;~~We burn more calories when we smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More sporting&lt;/em&gt;~~I was trying to find a photo of you to post, but dare not wor...You remember how you screamed at me in Facebook?? LOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay healthy~~yea...you need to be in tip-top shape as I am counting on you to change my diapers when I'm old &amp;amp; bedridden...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least~~abundance of all good things for you in many years ahead...no need to wish for a better sis, as you are lucky enough to have me as yours!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Lots of Love &amp;amp; Warm Thoughts, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(well, unless you really decided never to change my diapers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your Super Adventurous, Sporting &amp;amp; Non Grumpy &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;except in the morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-7652150757525384071?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7652150757525384071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=7652150757525384071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7652150757525384071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7652150757525384071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-you-kopek.html' title='For you KOPEK!!!!'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-8731805386412729518</id><published>2009-11-19T23:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:30:30.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>The big 'E'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Egoistic, that's how someone has defined me. To say that she do not know me at all, may not be entirely true, well, could it be she is choosing to know me in a way that she felt comfortable with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, if you are reading this, am I right then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or will you answer me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" It's for me to know &amp;amp; for you to find out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; the way you always do when you want to avoid answering me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-8731805386412729518?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8731805386412729518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=8731805386412729518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8731805386412729518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8731805386412729518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-e.html' title='The big &apos;E&apos;'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-5294235390031274505</id><published>2009-11-19T18:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:38:26.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Blood Is Thicker Than Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still can vividly remember how we used to discuss &amp;amp; decide which family self portrait photo frame (for those who have never been to my Ipoh house, our living room is full of rows &amp;amp; rows of ancestors &amp;amp; Gong-Gong &amp;amp; Por-Por self portrait photos) we should hide the dreaded &lt;em&gt;rotan&lt;/em&gt;, and every year during annual house painting we will get a good lashing when our parents found out all the &lt;em&gt;rotans&lt;/em&gt; that went mysteriously missing, barely a few days after being bought from market!! As time goes by, our parents has wised up and cautioned us that any missing &lt;em&gt;rotans&lt;/em&gt; that mysteriously appeared (Yea..That’s our lame excuses) behind the photo frames is equivalent to 5 lashings each and that ends our “hide the &lt;em&gt;rotan&lt;/em&gt; mission” quite abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuttlecock and badminton rackets evokes some of the most mischievous stuffs memories that we did together. It seems like yesterday when we used to incorporate the word BAD-MINT-ON into our conversations to avoid mum banning our evening Thomas Cup session, blocking up the alley with our badminton net that we scavenged from the rubbish dump and the plastic containers that our parents used for chicken rice. Also there were times, where we used to “steal’ the ladder to retrieve the shuttlecocks that went flying up to the roof and while we were up there, we pretended to be super heroes, with towels draped over our shoulders. Well, a moment "being a super hero” was always worth the &lt;em&gt;rotan&lt;/em&gt; lashings that we get after each of our super hero escapades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both have the blessings &amp;amp; privileges of having loving aunts in London, which showers us with the most state of art toys during our era, i.e. the full set of Lego’s, Subbeteo, table football set &amp;amp; tons of Kalkitos ( bet most of you have not heard of this at all, rite??) All these lovely toys added fun &amp;amp; joys and coupled with our make pretend, we had a terrific time. Sadly, as we grew up into teenagers, we grew apart due to changing hormones, different view &amp;amp; perceptions in life. That’s when the arguments, quarrels, name calling started between us, and we even reached the stage of non speaking terms for years. The arrival of your 2 great kids, Alex &amp;amp; Nicole closed the gap slightly but sadly, I think the gap was too wide to be narrowed in a short time. I do not remember when was the last time we celebrated Chinese New Year as a family, as I, myself did not went back home for festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Alex now, he reminds me so much of you, in terms of looks and some of his characters. He even inherited some of your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“sin kar”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; character, guess it’s like father like son. Looking at him now reminds me of the times that we had together, the fun that we had, and the time lost due to both of our stubbornness and unwillingness to talk. I promise that I will try to be the best role model for both Alex &amp;amp; Nicole, and will fiercely instill the importance of siblings love between them. Seeing Alex &amp;amp; Nicole now, is like stepping into a time machine, looking at the time when both of us at that age, and I do not want history to repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One close friend of mine once told me that you will never forget what happens the day you receive news of passing of a family member, and it’s true. I remember picking up the call in office from Kuen and in between sobs, she told me that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“Kor-Kor is gone”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hearing this, my whole body went limp instantly and I could not control my tears and the pain I felt was indescribable. Do you know that the hardest thing that I have ever done in my life was to drive home to Ipoh to break down the news of your sudden passing to our parents in the middle of the night? I wish &amp;amp; pray that I will never have to do this again, as I was on the verge of breaking down &amp;amp; apart but yet, at the same time, I have to put up a very strong front, as I am now the eldest in the family? Our loving aunts &amp;amp; uncles provided the much needed emotional support during this difficult time and I am eternally grateful &amp;amp; thankful for them. I was never proud to say that I am not close to family, in fact I am always the ‘missing one’ during family get-together &amp;amp; festivities, but now I have made a mental note to myself to show up during family gatherings and re-arrange my life’s priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for you to be repatriated back, both of our parents refused to believe that you are gone, and it breaks my heart to see them this way and at the same time felt so helpless for not being able to do anything. When you were finally home, do you know that it took all my body strength to walk towards you, it hurts so much, to accept &amp;amp; face the hasrh reality that you are forever gone and I will never ever have the chance to make peace with you for all the grudges, quarrels &amp;amp; misunderstandings that we both had? As I am writing this, I missed having a brother and it hurts a lot to know that I will never be able to have the opportunity to get to know you again as a brother &amp;amp; a friend again in my life. I never took the initiatives to take the first step forward to mend the broken relationship between us, as I always take for granted that time will always be on my side. This will be one of the regrets that will haunt me for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sudden passing on the 5th August 2009, is the day, I finally &amp;amp; fully comprehend the real meaning of “Blood Is Thicker Than Water”, just way too late…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rest in Peace, Kee Foong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-5294235390031274505?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5294235390031274505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=5294235390031274505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/5294235390031274505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/5294235390031274505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/blood-is-thicker-than-water.html' title='Blood Is Thicker Than Water'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-8303270772017966504</id><published>2009-09-07T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:59:48.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Categories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever wondered if one were to categorize each life 's event, be it small &amp;amp; insignificant or major &amp;amp; life changing, how many we will have? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how many I now have or going to have, in fact I have not really counted, but for sure there is one that I wish to have no entries is my "What If" category...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just too damn short to live in past &amp;amp; regret..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-8303270772017966504?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8303270772017966504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=8303270772017966504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8303270772017966504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8303270772017966504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/categories.html' title='Categories'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-8790551064805814484</id><published>2009-08-30T00:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:51:54.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating my blogs lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much has happened over the last 2 months, which in a way changed my life's perspective and priorities....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-8790551064805814484?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8790551064805814484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=8790551064805814484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8790551064805814484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8790551064805814484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/08/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-601989815586269972</id><published>2009-06-24T18:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:50:06.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>明天会是更好的，美好人生在此刻開始</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;明天会是更好的，美好人生在此刻開始....this is the motivational phrase I have wrote&lt;em&gt;..(ok,ok, I copied, but at least I am the one who &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kau tim&lt;/span&gt; the translation from English before copying)..on my Facebook profile this morning, 5 minutes after I woke up from a long, deep, uninterrupted sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last evening, I sat down and asked myself what I wanted in my life, what directions I am heading towards? Is the road ahead clear with directions? Is the path filled with wild roses on both sides or is it going to be a wild barren landscape with no ending, with constant sandstorms blurring my vision? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I list it down, only I realised how pampered and soft I have became...in fact I have turned into someone who dare not venture into the unknown and too complacent &amp;amp; so damn used to my comfort zone. I start asking myself, "Where the hell, is the fearless, do first, answer later Kayc?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I managed to get an answer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dozed off....now while blogging bout' this, I knew the answer.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm getting old....the older we get, the less adventurous &amp;amp; less fearless we became....and more one can easily dozed off...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must start LIVING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Now I know why those&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah Pek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;can just doze off like that in coffee shop, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kaki lima&lt;/span&gt;, shopping mall benches...sigh....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-601989815586269972?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/601989815586269972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=601989815586269972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/601989815586269972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/601989815586269972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='明天会是更好的，美好人生在此刻開始'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-3495133880899462065</id><published>2009-06-23T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:58:06.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>I'm giving up.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never doubted my capabilities till today, never felt second best, never thought there are any work related problems that I do not have the solutions to..but why am I feeling so helpless now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I shedding tears of frustrations? Why my heart hurts so much? Why after all my efforts I still have to deal with all those comments? Is it just because I do not have academic qualifications, that I am not supposed to be where I am now? Or is it me who have been all this while, so fuckingly naive &amp;amp; innocent to believe that "When there's a will there's way?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my best is never good enough for anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-3495133880899462065?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3495133880899462065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=3495133880899462065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3495133880899462065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3495133880899462065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-giving-up.html' title='I&apos;m giving up.........'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-5570968361726392851</id><published>2009-06-15T23:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:49:04.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>A simple prayer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GOD, please hold my hand and guide me , please grant me strength to carry on, please share your wisdom &amp;amp; patience for me to see clearer pictures..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347581551894528690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SjZtFrgbArI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E4e1MYIfDN8/s400/Presentation1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-5570968361726392851?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5570968361726392851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=5570968361726392851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/5570968361726392851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/5570968361726392851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple-prayer.html' title='A simple prayer..'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SjZtFrgbArI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E4e1MYIfDN8/s72-c/Presentation1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-3851252114166728755</id><published>2009-06-15T03:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:34:17.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>Evoking Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Humans are blessed with 5 sensory organs - sight, sound, feel, taste and scent. Each one of them is unique should we were denied any one of them, our lives will be so different..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us depends on our memories to propel us forward, some would choose to stay in our memories for the sake of reliving bygone glorious, happy days, while some would choose to forget..We can deny as much as we want but once our sensory organs detects certain stuffs, our memories will automatically be re-ignited.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of a family having meal, laughing, sharing together evokes past images of our own...or what we longed for..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the song that was played as you passed by the music stores reminds us on that particular period of time or person..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feel of a blanket as your were shopping reminds you of the warmth of your grandmother's hand sewn quilt that kept you warm and at home during your time away from home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of your childhood candies or drinks brings back the kids out in you again, wishing that those days were not that far away....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That particular perfume scent brings in mind the one you love and lost and re-opens the wound that you thought have long healed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-3851252114166728755?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3851252114166728755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=3851252114166728755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3851252114166728755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3851252114166728755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/06/evoking-memories.html' title='Evoking Memories'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-8040603365838507717</id><published>2009-06-13T01:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:42:32.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Fun &amp; Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Excited...excited, very excited....booking my fun &amp;amp; sun in Krabi this Sept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means for 4 whole days, I can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Chuck away my non stop ringing mobile phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Ignore all my new e mails alert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Stay awake the whole night, doing nothing...kinda miss this feeling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Afternoon nap under the swaying coconuts trees listening to sounds of waves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Do whatever I want and not to worry about people recognising me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Be totally wasted on the beach with a good book, unlimited Dahfa and ice cold coke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Get myself "fried" under the sun... can't use the word "tanned" cos I always over-"fried" myself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Wear my newly bought &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; polka dot bikini...OK OK..this is supposed to be a joke, OK people???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above are more than sufficient for me to click the "submit payment" icon to finalize my Air Asia transaction...but one nagging problem, making me hesitating and really worried......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm........... will there be any chicken rice in Krabi?? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-8040603365838507717?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8040603365838507717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=8040603365838507717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8040603365838507717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8040603365838507717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-sun.html' title='Fun &amp; Sun'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-7773366839696814880</id><published>2009-06-11T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:49:38.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Worried...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's my monthly S &amp;amp; M meeting today, and I'm very worried on my dept performance...sigh...it's been 3 straight months I'm not hitting my target...under tremendous pressure to deliver the numbers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No more play play, gotta work extra hard &amp;amp; extra extra extra smart!!! Thank GOD my "When there's a will, there's a way" oomph is back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Think Kayc, think.....YOU CAN DO IT!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-7773366839696814880?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7773366839696814880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=7773366839696814880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7773366839696814880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7773366839696814880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/06/worried.html' title='Worried...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-2245524560142952495</id><published>2009-06-09T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:52:37.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Restless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Been having the same weird dream for 3 nights in a row..not a pleasant one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I hate it when it happens....though disturbed and restless, I knew GOD is by my side as I do have faith in HIM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-2245524560142952495?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2245524560142952495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=2245524560142952495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2245524560142952495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2245524560142952495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/06/restless.html' title='Restless...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-8522505397309112293</id><published>2009-06-08T01:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:18:28.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>Honesty The Best Policy???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I do wonder, am I too vocal and honest on how I feel on certain issues? Without regards on how my opinions will affect people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, I am sorry again &lt;em&gt;(I know, I know, I've apologised, but this old one a bit long gas, ok???)&lt;/em&gt; I felt bad, really bad when I heard your sniffle..I pray that everything will goes well with you...Stay happy &amp;amp; take care ya young one!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: Though I do not say it out often, I do miss you..glad we had that talk. (Blerks!!! - this Blerks is to counter your &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;choksei&lt;/span&gt; that you are muttering now!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-8522505397309112293?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8522505397309112293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=8522505397309112293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8522505397309112293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8522505397309112293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/06/honesty-best-policy.html' title='Honesty The Best Policy???'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-7253311635939185259</id><published>2009-06-06T20:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:01:46.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>The RM 70 Bar of Soap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/Sipq8dqsYHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K4KOB27oJu4/s1600-h/DSC01866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344201494816907378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/Sipq8dqsYHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K4KOB27oJu4/s400/DSC01866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Behold....the most expensive bar of soap I've ever paid in my entire life...The Eumora.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It claims to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brighten' up dull looking faces - hundreds is needed to have effect on me...I'm famous for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"chor sei"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vanishing wrinkles - still no wrinkles in sight yet baby....Thank GOD..hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Reduce oily spots - you can fry an egg on my face under the hot sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eliminate eye bags - where do i store my coins then????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me knew that it'll be easier to kill me than for me to pay so much for a tiny weeny bit of beauty products...and yet till now, I have no idea why I bought it... Just imagine how many Dettol soap I can get with RM 70..all my entire life, my body soap doubled as my facial wash, sometimes as my shampoo..hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What have gone into me? Hmm...have I turned so vain or my work pressure &lt;em&gt;(blame it on work pressure, when you don't want to admit that you are getting old..)&lt;/em&gt; is making me do things out of my norm??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gotta sign off now...time for me to remove my RM 70 lather..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-7253311635939185259?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7253311635939185259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=7253311635939185259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7253311635939185259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7253311635939185259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/06/rm-70-bar-of-soap.html' title='The RM 70 Bar of Soap...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/Sipq8dqsYHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K4KOB27oJu4/s72-c/DSC01866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-750205567363406464</id><published>2009-06-01T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:32:50.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Blue is my new colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SiOt9SDS8uI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eH64A-VYEeA/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342304851320828642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SiOt9SDS8uI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eH64A-VYEeA/s400/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been feeling so blue frequently lately...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts of my mountain high overdue work makes it bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking of you makes it even worse....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will other colours appear back in my life???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-750205567363406464?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/750205567363406464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=750205567363406464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/750205567363406464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/750205567363406464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/06/blue-is-my-new-colour.html' title='Blue is my new colour'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SiOt9SDS8uI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eH64A-VYEeA/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-2599382428157655649</id><published>2009-05-31T19:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:16:58.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Weekend with the kids..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went for Monsters Vs Aliens today at Mid Valley...queue was damn long....whoever said economy is bad, should go Mid Valley on weekends..Went with Aileen, her 2 princess, Amber &amp;amp; Ashlee and Carol's daughter...and it really amazed me that these 3 kids, aged 7, 6 and 5 can actually &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;sapu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; one large &amp;amp; one regular popcorn all by themselves...guess they enjoyed the popcorn more than the 3D experience itself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341956246108094274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SiJw5ybzv0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/E_FKY6hvT2M/s400/monsters-vs-aliens-03-f.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is the first movie length 3D I've ever been to and it was really fun to do so..the last time I remembered any 3D movies was Jaws, many many years ago, but I do not actually get to watch it, cos I flunked my exams (if I remember correctly...)The storyline was good &amp;amp; simple, but at some parts, too serious for young kids..A lot of fun &amp;amp; humour thrown in and my fave character is Bob...he's so adorable and he gets the best lines. Should see for yourself to know what am I talking bout...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341956242660055154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SiJw5llu2HI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1NF4sl4CBqg/s400/monsters_vs_aliens_ver2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Went for some doughnuts &amp;amp; drinks after the movie..I ordered a beef bolognese spaghetti for myself and end up sharing it with the kids...they are so "eat-able"..one doughnut each and they still want my spaghetti, but it does makes you happy &amp;amp; warm seeing them enjoying themselves..but once they start running round after meal is when you feel mentally drained...keeping an eye on them in a weekend crowd is more tiring than preparing for my year end Key Account plan &amp;amp; budget..hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341959499139757794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SiJz3I6_tuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CDdoAW5aor4/s400/DSC01861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 3 future leng lui - Summer, Amber &amp;amp; Ashlee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Spending time with the kids, though tiring &amp;amp; mentally drained, it does re-ignite the kid in us, well .......as for me, it re-affirms the kid in me....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-2599382428157655649?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2599382428157655649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=2599382428157655649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2599382428157655649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2599382428157655649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-with-kids.html' title='Weekend with the kids..'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SiJw5ybzv0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/E_FKY6hvT2M/s72-c/monsters-vs-aliens-03-f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-1471708332454053572</id><published>2009-05-31T04:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:50:45.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>I made the choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I followed my heart.... and I ended up with two extremes emotions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, cos' it does not materialised, but it's kinda expected in a way..after all, not many will want to take the trouble &amp;amp; effort knowing the real me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, cos' I actually have the courage to fight for what I want and not having "What If's" plaguing my mind for the rest of my life... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And to you, JW, thank you for making me feeling alive once again, even for a brief moment.....You re-activated my radar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-1471708332454053572?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1471708332454053572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=1471708332454053572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/1471708332454053572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/1471708332454053572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-made-choice.html' title='I made the choice'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-2061779318959918780</id><published>2009-05-28T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:20:02.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>Which to follow??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Part of me want to feel alive again, take chances and yet part of me is still scarred by the hurt &amp;amp; despair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head or my heart?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/Sh11La1EmVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dAR0WNq9xXg/s1600-h/Alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340553572172208466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/Sh11La1EmVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dAR0WNq9xXg/s400/Alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-2061779318959918780?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2061779318959918780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=2061779318959918780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2061779318959918780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2061779318959918780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/which-to-follow.html' title='Which to follow??'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/Sh11La1EmVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dAR0WNq9xXg/s72-c/Alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-3877855863135902219</id><published>2009-05-15T00:46:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:18:54.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Letter for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can muster all my courage to call you to chat, laugh &amp;amp; share like what we initially used to do.. Times flew, it's been 21 months now.. How are you? I sincerely hope that you are happy and well. Hope &amp;amp; pray that all is smooth for you, be it work or personal. Just in case you are wondering, I am doing ok, though work have been extremely busy lately, coupled with tremendous pressure, it's been really tough times for me. I also do wonder whether do I still crosses your mind? Does the thoughts or random things about me send shivers down your spine or does it bring a smile to your lips? Or you have forgotten that I existed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember our "Mama Karipap" song-dance routine that never made us stop rolling with laughter? Or my "confessions" whenever you wakes me up? Friends around me have been telling me that 21 months is way too long to hold on to, but these are some our memories together that I fiercely holds closely to my heart, for these are what's left with me now. Whenever I reminisces, it brings both smile &amp;amp; tears to me. Though our moments together are short &amp;amp; brief, it is one of the happiest time in my life, Chinese people always quote &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Pat joi foo tin cheung tei kau, Jee joi foo chang king yung yau'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Does all good things are not meant to last in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335740968805569906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SgxcJCMnlXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/U4GvntC_nPQ/s400/Fingers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Remember this faces you insist of drawing on my hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;There are countless times that I used to wander aimlessly on the streets, not knowing where to go or rather no one to go home to, and I will end up going back to the places where we used to go. Do not get me wrong, I am happy with my life now, I have a group of close friends that are the most fun people on earth to hang out with, work though tough, but it gives me the satisfaction, but deep down I felt void.There are also times when I desperately want you by my side to share my achievements &amp;amp; joy or to be hugged and reassured that everything will be ok when everything went spiralling down. I misses you Dear Dear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Despite all the wounds, till now, my feelings for you still remains, do you know that? Somehow, without you by my side, I knew that I will not be able to smile as brightly or laugh as hard as I once did. You showed me, though briefly, what is to be loved...You taught me to anticipate and work on the future that I want, but guess, my best is never good enough for you to have me in your future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not true that I did not move on, I did... just minus a part of me that died the day you left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you,&lt;br /&gt;Kayc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335740539559006162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SgxbwDIQz9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/rWnOktjIFQ0/s400/Slide1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-3877855863135902219?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3877855863135902219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=3877855863135902219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3877855863135902219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3877855863135902219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/letter-for-you.html' title='Letter for you'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SgxcJCMnlXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/U4GvntC_nPQ/s72-c/Fingers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-3046308441931000516</id><published>2009-05-14T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:55:23.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>Ever felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffocated by pressure??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpless with situtaions??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated by everything??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hating oneself for being so wimpish??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-3046308441931000516?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3046308441931000516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=3046308441931000516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3046308441931000516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3046308441931000516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-2748131097213472030</id><published>2009-05-10T22:41:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:00:40.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Weekend without chicken rice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Weekend came and go...and I managed to stay off chicken rice this whole weekend!! I had fruits only, yup..you read me right, me had fruits only (on my own wish)...for the whole Saturday, and 3/4 Sunday...half papaya, 2 pears, 1 apple &amp;amp; a quarter of watermelon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming with my swimming sifu Aileen, improved tiny little bit on my "standing water" technique..well, at least I can "stand" for a few mere seconds before panicking and went all the way down under with my mouth wide open, splashing like a whale in distress!!! Shucks...must remember to close my damn mouth...Also improved on my breaststroke, now I can boast that I can actually swim to the middle of the pool before running out of breath...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who makes swimming looks so easy and relaxing should be punished as it is not as what it seems. I am now totally drained of energy..but nevertheless, it feels damn good...will do it 3 times a week...hopefully ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;5 more days to go on my detox plan..still hanging on...Hmm..is it me going crazy as why there are so many chicken rice flying in front of me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-2748131097213472030?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2748131097213472030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=2748131097213472030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2748131097213472030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2748131097213472030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-without-chicken-rice.html' title='Weekend without chicken rice...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-4044947892866628989</id><published>2009-05-09T00:33:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:54:26.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>My first time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12.34am, 9th May 2009.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mark this day as I have taken a bold step by doing it first time in my life, after months &amp;amp; months of procrastinating...yup, I have actually found the courage &amp;amp; determination to gulp down without hesitation 2 sachets of Juvanex 7 day program detox plan...Well, it does not taste as horrendous as I've expected it to be, it actually tasted good with the refreshing lemon flavour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333500316339384146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SgRmR5TXr1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/a28iAJgu5IU/s400/DSC01840.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;This means die die I have to go thru the first entire weekend in my life without chicken rice!! According to the booklet recommendations, I have to eat fruits only, yup..you heard me right, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fruits only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...sigh...suddenly my weekend seemed so long &amp;amp; dull. I will only be able to have some steamed vege on the 3rd &amp;amp; 4th day, and some fish &amp;amp; lean meat on the 5th day onwards. And not to mention drinking at least 8 glasses of water each day to ensure the dried shit that was stuck somewhere along my pipes will be loosen up and flushed out as damn bloody smelly shit with smell that can put an elephant to coma... Apart from no meat, I might have some nausea or horrible reactions i.e. getting cranky easily, a sign that my body is trying to get rid off all my dried shits...so people out there, it's not me that is cranky, my dried shits made me this way ok???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We, humans who never detoxed actually have 10-25 pounds of dried shit that lined up our intestine that we carry here &amp;amp; there...so I'm kinda glad to know that I am not that fat, I just have extra dried shit with me..hmm...now with this new knowledge, I can share with my buddies while eating Bak Kut Teh with added pork intestine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A word of caution people..I get real cranky without meat as I have been a carnivore my whole life. No chicken rice = no friendly me!!! No coffee = even more unfriendly me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now will you excuse me, need to put on my mask as my dried shits are on the way out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: me 85kg now inclusive 9.1kg of dried shit...pray that I can persevere so I can tell you the how much shit floated to Indah Water...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-4044947892866628989?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4044947892866628989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=4044947892866628989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/4044947892866628989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/4044947892866628989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-time.html' title='My first time...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SgRmR5TXr1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/a28iAJgu5IU/s72-c/DSC01840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-6798615156717346604</id><published>2009-05-07T22:47:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:32:23.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>What Matters To Me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. My Grandma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of her is the most valuable thing to me, and if I ever to be granted a wish that will come true, I will wish for her to be still around me now. Por Por, no person can ever take the place that you holds in my heart. Por Por, I miss you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. My Friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of bananas that have stayed with me thru thick &amp;amp; thin, who have seen the ugliest side of me, who held me up during the darkest time of my life and despite all my shortcomings, still sticking around me, sharing my life's joys &amp;amp; sorrows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. My Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As Martin Luther King's said, "I Have A Dream", I, Kayc Wong, have countless dreams, too many to list it all down. Some will always remain as dreams, some became daydreams, some became bad dreams, while some, I am working my arse off to realise it. One of it is to be able to fulfill what I have listed in my bucket list, hopefully with someone special by my side. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. My Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite most of it is consists of hardships, challenges &amp;amp; tears, there are too countless moments of joys &amp;amp; laughters as well. I still believes that when my time comes, and as GOD promised, there will not be a single day overdue. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. My Desires&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desires for everything!!! I believed that if one does not have desires, what is the purpose &amp;amp; beauty of living? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Despite haven't fully recovered, I still believes that there is always &lt;em&gt;'that someone'&lt;/em&gt; for everyone. My radar might be off at this moment, but I know when I found that someone, it will re-activate itself!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-6798615156717346604?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6798615156717346604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=6798615156717346604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/6798615156717346604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/6798615156717346604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-matters-to-me.html' title='What Matters To Me..'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-7899158250800470783</id><published>2009-05-04T07:22:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:37:40.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Missing you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to the place where we once went holidaying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Longing for the warmth of your hands while strolling into the sunset....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Remembering the feel of words you whispered to me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Missing the laughter that we shared....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Memories of us together flashing in front of me, as i was alone tracing back the steps that we once took together, that i thought will last forever...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331742888844925250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/Sf4n6JtRGUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/48EFAjRA0j0/s400/Sunset+View+from+Sri+Sayang+Room+1802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As the sun sets, so does my heart...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-7899158250800470783?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7899158250800470783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=7899158250800470783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7899158250800470783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7899158250800470783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/missing-you_04.html' title='Missing you..'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/Sf4n6JtRGUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/48EFAjRA0j0/s72-c/Sunset+View+from+Sri+Sayang+Room+1802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-4285526104012526358</id><published>2009-04-25T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:35:13.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Need Vs Desire..</title><content type='html'>Do I really need it? Or it is just my desire to have it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-4285526104012526358?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4285526104012526358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=4285526104012526358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/4285526104012526358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/4285526104012526358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/04/need-vs-desire.html' title='Need Vs Desire..'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-7018650575927723145</id><published>2009-04-20T03:36:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T05:36:50.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>I know what is killing me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pro·cras·ti·nate &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326502475200556834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SeuJx7mRbyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1l6zE75e4_c/s400/personal09.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What the heck!!!I am a professional procrastinator, in fact I am one since the day I am born..And I procrastinate just about every damn thing in my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know last minute work is no good, but I find myself work better under pressure and tight deadlines..well, better get my socks up, especially during this current economic times..which kinda explains why I am spending most of my weekends &amp;amp; endless midnight oil burning staring at my laptop and getting myself all depressed in the process.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326493749736263378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SeuB2CteTtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fh-Q7UrmTDQ/s400/procrastinatron.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ACTION PLAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Make less coffee, smoke less, yak less,daydream less..and yea...do proper filing..i just hate doing this!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Less coffee = very cranky me...so, it's not me, it's the coffee &amp;amp; nicotine withdrawal symptoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Please refer to WORK section as my current LIFE equates to WORK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326498568646622738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SeuGOijO_hI/AAAAAAAAAG0/l3yCFgE4-6I/s400/procrastination-hear494.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ACTION PLAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Same as above!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Schucks…I even procrastinate in this matter or do I?? Been status quo since 19 months ago..Someone once told me 19 months is way too long to get over someone…sometimes, at times, I really do not know whether unknowingly I am still waiting &amp;amp; somehow I got so used to it or I was afraid to take a step forward and open up again…guess certain wounds never really heals…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ACTION PLAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm...I'll answer later la....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326494799233576114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SeuCzIZIbLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NRNgnyI4m5U/s400/tomorrowsvow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the serious note...I have reached a point that I really need to stop procrastinating..and as I have always firmly believed, &lt;em&gt;"When there's a will, there's a way"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326493753932621682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SeuB2SV9p3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/KMdsgLImud8/s400/Accomplish%2520v%2520Procrastinate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-7018650575927723145?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7018650575927723145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=7018650575927723145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7018650575927723145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/7018650575927723145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-what-is-killing-me.html' title='I know what is killing me...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SeuJx7mRbyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1l6zE75e4_c/s72-c/personal09.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-3056438526608753509</id><published>2009-04-15T16:59:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:18:02.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>Current stage of my life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SeWlv9NwCeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OPkEoYGH14w/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324844377740151266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SeWlv9NwCeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OPkEoYGH14w/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324844378277267266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SeWlv_Nzx0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/6s4-04hG-2I/s400/www_tranquilityisyours_com-stress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324844378743563074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SeWlwA8-40I/AAAAAAAAAFk/k1cQs-odin0/s400/solitude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuf said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-3056438526608753509?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3056438526608753509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=3056438526608753509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3056438526608753509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/3056438526608753509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/04/current-stage-of-my-life.html' title='Current stage of my life..'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SeWlv9NwCeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OPkEoYGH14w/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-2644153151170717824</id><published>2009-04-14T00:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:06:04.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>Depression attacks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shucks…Shucks…Shucks...I am bloody depressed…depressed over tons of unfinished work &amp;amp; endless problems…depressed over memories that I thought no longer matters to me…sigh........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it true that “the more you try to forget, the more you will remember?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know now is, my current morale &amp;amp; self motivation, will only make my uphill battle with my inner self &amp;amp; desire to excel even more harder and more taxing, so GOD, please grant this lost child the strength to battle on &amp;amp; inner peace..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324218236683856562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SeNsRwAyqrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VZkRzUclgjg/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rainbows do appear after thunderstorms...or they still do??&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-2644153151170717824?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2644153151170717824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=2644153151170717824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2644153151170717824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2644153151170717824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/04/depression-attacks.html' title='Depression attacks...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SeNsRwAyqrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VZkRzUclgjg/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-5895755333864180591</id><published>2009-03-29T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:47:47.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>Yup, I did off all my lights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Earth Hour, 28th March 8.30pm - 9.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yup, I off-ed all the lights, electrical appliances in my house during Earth Hour and it just dawned to me that i left so many damn things on stand by mode....now i know why i electric bills are so damn high...Sms-ed some of my buddies to remind them that it's Earth Hour and was really surprised that most of them did take an effort to participate in this global event..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sat outside my house, with only street lights and some neighbour's lights, smoking and sms-ing while allowing all the mosqi start their feeding frenzy on me...not much difference from what i normally do, but today i felt slightly different. it's much quieter around me, and i am slowly drifted into my own thoughts..till my best buddy came and picked me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went dinner with my best buddy, her ever talkative daughter and ever hyper active son...and enjoyed myself tremendously despite all the "why like this ah &amp;amp; why like that ah" questions...came home fully stuffed and been drifting in and out my thoughts again while on my couch...sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heard someone once said: "In the moments of silence, you will hear your heart", and all  i hear now is you...missing you terribly at this moment.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-5895755333864180591?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5895755333864180591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=5895755333864180591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/5895755333864180591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/5895755333864180591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/03/yup-i-did-off-all-my-lights.html' title='Yup, I did off all my lights...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-5255682320177038812</id><published>2009-03-03T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:41:56.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Back to reality....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh...time flies..back to civilisation &amp;amp; endless work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, nevertheless had a GRRRRRRRREAt time in KK...except for the 55 insect bites on my arms and legs...yes...you read me right...total of 55 insect bites that turns into severe skin allergy cos by GOD knows what insects...and i am the worst among my friends...both of them only have a total of less than 10 bites...hmmmm..it's confirmed...i am a sweet person, hence my blood also sweet...wahahahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-5255682320177038812?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5255682320177038812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=5255682320177038812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/5255682320177038812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/5255682320177038812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality....'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-1020892143427868625</id><published>2009-02-25T23:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:22:15.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>%&amp;*@#@$%&amp;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YES!!!!!! I am fuming mad over myself...I actually did doubt myself and my capabilities when heard some not-so nice comments, which in fact damn hurtful, and which in return will spur me into proving my critics and doubters wrong, and put those so called "with quali" to shame cos I am going to be much better than any of you!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It took me many extra years, sweats, sacrifices &amp;amp; not to mention countless mistakes and challenges to be where I am now, and I am not going to ever ever let anyone else to make me feel what I felt today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Positive thinking or over confidence??? hmmm....but anyway Thank GOD for HIS guidance and wisdom, I am feeling much better now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-1020892143427868625?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1020892143427868625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=1020892143427868625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/1020892143427868625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/1020892143427868625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='%&amp;*@#@$%&amp;'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-2603786098346327967</id><published>2009-02-24T23:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:49:04.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>2 more days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 more days.....but it is going to be bloody busy 2 days......need to finish all my work before going off to a place that I really hope there will be very limited mobile coverage..LOL....I really need to re-charge and off my mind from work completely for 3 whole days...No phone calls, no e mails to reply....yipeeeee...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Very difficult to concentrate on my 'can never finished' work now..well, again, who does finish their daily work???? All I visualize now is beach &amp;amp; sun...me on the lazy chair, unlimited Dahfa &amp;amp; iced cold coke, a nice book...and yes...lots of sun... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306388790117062258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SaQUfXsK1nI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cxTCpSKpywg/s400/39124136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-2603786098346327967?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2603786098346327967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=2603786098346327967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2603786098346327967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2603786098346327967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-more-days.html' title='2 more days...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SaQUfXsK1nI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cxTCpSKpywg/s72-c/39124136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-8758944101125363150</id><published>2009-02-21T14:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T16:22:35.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Can't wait....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3 days 2 nights on this island!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZ-4Q_R4w9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/08kVMCJINeY/s1600-h/dinawan_island_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305161488069608402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZ-4Q_R4w9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/08kVMCJINeY/s400/dinawan_island_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yipee....5 more days before i jet off to Kota Kinabalu for my long awaited tanning sessions by the beach...praying hard that it won't rain...and GOD, please grant this simple prayers of mine, will ya???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a couple of first for me for this trip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1st trip to East M'sia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1st time being able of not bringing my lappy along during holiday after joining my current company.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1st time snorkelling...yea yea....never tried that before despite being a die-hard fan for beach &amp;amp; sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1st time going for under-sea walking...looking forward to it..&amp;amp; hopefully my pesky glasses don't slide down while I'm underwater...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1st time going for fly fish...hmm...kinda scared and excited at the same time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZ-kSkkZjxI/AAAAAAAAADs/4pLKewBHi1A/s1600-h/tsirrell_cow-d_online_116_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305139525026680594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZ-kSkkZjxI/AAAAAAAAADs/4pLKewBHi1A/s200/tsirrell_cow-d_online_116_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait...can't wait....can't wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-8758944101125363150?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8758944101125363150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=8758944101125363150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8758944101125363150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8758944101125363150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t wait....'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZ-4Q_R4w9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/08kVMCJINeY/s72-c/dinawan_island_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-8389827448102538014</id><published>2009-02-18T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:43:39.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZt2hlgAHqI/AAAAAAAAADc/FmmOfFNZJuI/s1600-h/untitledatn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303963305532989090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZt2hlgAHqI/AAAAAAAAADc/FmmOfFNZJuI/s200/untitledatn.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday dear dear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wherever or whoever you may be with now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Missing you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-8389827448102538014?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8389827448102538014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=8389827448102538014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8389827448102538014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/8389827448102538014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-dear-dear-wherever-or.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZt2hlgAHqI/AAAAAAAAADc/FmmOfFNZJuI/s72-c/untitledatn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-4443804885967484206</id><published>2009-02-16T15:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:45:55.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Feb 14th.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A dreaded day for those who are single by choice or by cruel twist of fate. Yes, I am single, not by choice, but by cruel twist of fate, and I am that type who does not believe in celebrating V-Day, the idea of showering your loved ones along with millions of those who do the same thing on one particular day is not what I termed as romantic. Why settle for over-priced set dinner menu at eateries that are choked with over-created romantic ambience? Not to mention those over attentive servers who can’t wait to clear your table for those in queue once you put your cutleries down. And those so called “complimentary” roses or gifts, well they aren’t that complimentary after all… just imagine…all the couples in the same restaurant, eats the same thing, mushy &amp;amp; lovey dovey to each other, in a way trying to out-do the next table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All who celebrates are in a pressured situation on what is the best gift for that special someone, how to make that V-Day better than the last, a process that takes up all your brain’s juice and in the end it’s more than a chore or obligation rather than a gesture of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, you can call me a cynic &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kiamsap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;…I have never celebrated V-Day, even though back when the days I was attached, a simple home cooked meal, a stroll after dinner, holding hands/cuddling while marvel at the stars and the moon every now &amp;amp; then is way much better than doing it only one day in a year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some revels &amp;amp; bask in the glory of love &amp;amp; being loved, some are left to ponder alone on the meaning of love. Below is written by me on 4th June 2007, 19 months later and despite heartaches, lonely tears, a wound that can never heals, and even that someone chooses someone else instead of me, I have not given up on love &amp;amp; to be loved…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone once told me "Love that we cannot have feels the strongest, last the longest and hurt the deepest”. Can someone tell me what love is all about? Is it the unexplainable feeling that you have for someone? Is it the mere thoughts of that someone can either make or break you? Or is it the feeling of hope &amp;amp; despair, hate &amp;amp; love, joy &amp;amp; pain that comes all together when the mere thoughts or by the slightest action from that someone? You can be on the highest and yet the lowest point of your life at the same time. You can sing and revel in joy and yet sigh and cry in sorrow and pain at the same time. You can feel that you are indestructible and yet vulnerable at the same time. You can be full of hopes and yet feels that life is not worth living at the same time. Is this love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all brought up to see the world in opposite’s perspective. There are always two extreme perspectives in the world that we live in. Ever wondered why it is Good &amp;amp; Evil, Black &amp;amp; White, Sweet &amp;amp; Bitter, Right &amp;amp; Wrong, and Yes &amp;amp; No? Who in the first place determines what is the opposite of each other? Who is the one that determines what you want and choose is acceptable or unacceptable, wrong or right? There's a common saying that we live our lives for ourselves and not for others, but if we were to think again, all our actions, decisions, we live for others. We were brought up to make and choose decisions that are a way acceptable by the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a choice, I do not know whether it is acceptable or will my choice leads me to happiness or sorrow. I really have no idea, the path that I've chose is the hardest path I've ever taken in my life. Everyone keeps saying that life is tough, but at times I do ask myself, if the existing life path is tough enough, why do i still choose an even tougher path? A lonely path that I have to travel with constant sorrow and despair, only guided by my faith hoping that one day it will lead me to happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why I chose this? Because that someone showed me what is called being in love.Everyone has different perspective on love, for my definition on love, some will call me an idiot, some will shake their heads in disbelief and some will support me in a way. Some will say I forsake too much, way too much for that someone, some will say it is not worth my time and commitments, some will persuade me to let go of holding on to what that does not belong to me, yes, being a mortal, at times I will be swayed by these comments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just know and believe that to be able to grow old with that someone special, it is worth all the sacrifices, pain and sorrow awaiting me, for I've found the purpose of my life in that someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-4443804885967484206?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4443804885967484206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=4443804885967484206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/4443804885967484206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/4443804885967484206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/feb-14th-dreaded-day-for-those-who-are.html' title='Feb 14th.....'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-2428415698053948061</id><published>2009-02-07T03:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T04:02:29.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While driving to dinner the below conversation occurred:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F : Eh..you very important person in my life lei…if do not have you, my life will be  void of something la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(completely speechless &amp;amp; stunned for a moment)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;…..Ooooii..where’s the normal one I used to hang out with ah?? Go back to your normal self la….not used to it la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F : See, humans are like this, when you have it, you do not want it &amp;amp; vice versa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(If the above are uttered by an ordinary person, I will feel either all blushed up or feel appreciated, but it was from a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;non ordinary person&lt;/span&gt;, one who gives me the death looks that immediately shuts me up whenever my playful flirt mood is on, someone who rarely playfully flirt with me and yet the one I loves to flirt with....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This starts a flow of discussions, life experience tales of why we humans are so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;‘Farn Jin’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Attention - when we don’t have it, we long for it, and yet when we have it, we feel that we do not really need it, and wants more personal space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We, humans love to complicate things.., the more complicated the better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But again, without desire, where’s the beauty &amp;amp; purpose of life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-2428415698053948061?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2428415698053948061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=2428415698053948061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2428415698053948061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2428415698053948061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/ironic_07.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727378786997255507.post-2643949921603617476</id><published>2009-02-05T22:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T04:05:19.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring Stuff'/><title type='text'>Here goes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kinda my 1st blog after spending hours trying to 'beautify' &amp;amp; customizing my blog, after some tips on "how to" &amp;amp; "English but not understand-able English means" by '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por Yin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; who most likely to be the first few to read my blog..hahahaha…and before old age catches up again with me, thanks ya '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por Yin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my 2009 with &lt;em&gt;'jinami'&lt;/em&gt; session till in the wee hours of the morning, earning RM 20++ which was used for my usual yummy must-have chicken rice. Made some resolutions, as usual, and I am still sticking to it,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(SURPRISE!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..and taaa daaaaaaaaaa….. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;See all my toes without sucking in my tummy&lt;/span&gt; - #8@!!!! Damn those yummy un-stoppable &lt;em&gt;'mat foong tau'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Learn something new - swimming&lt;/span&gt; (Once I can brave myself to step out in my swimsuit!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tidy room with space to walk&lt;/span&gt; - so far, so good..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Update my work &amp;amp; laptop filling&lt;/span&gt; – Struggling, but hey at least I’m trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Forgive &amp;amp; Forget&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CNY is here and going, and as most Chinese love to say &lt;em&gt;'blink blink eyes'&lt;/em&gt; CNY is going to be over…and before they keep all the &lt;em&gt;'lou sang'&lt;/em&gt; ingredients for next year, I am going for my 4th round of &lt;em&gt;'lou sang'&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow with my bunch of ex-colleagues turned close friends. Pretty sure that those 'good ole' times feelings will comes very alive during our usual loud &amp;amp; boisterous dinner, with most of the conversation to be completed with some &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'fish,prawn,crab'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; vocabs and may GOD have pity on the table next to us. Hahahahaha…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till then….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727378786997255507-2643949921603617476?l=kayccrappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2643949921603617476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7727378786997255507&amp;postID=2643949921603617476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2643949921603617476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727378786997255507/posts/default/2643949921603617476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayccrappystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-goes.html' title='Here goes...'/><author><name>Kayc Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07285650031943024951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFK9HiNWadQ/SZmJADvzeII/AAAAAAAAADE/mn2IOQQq5oo/S220/Sexy+Chic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
