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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 02:07:01 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Reviews</category><category>AIMST Dentistry</category><category>People</category><category>General</category><category>Men and Women</category><category>Travels</category><category>Food</category><category>Truly Malaysia</category><category>Favorite Entries</category><category>Thoughts</category><category>Photography</category><category>Football</category><category>Life Documentary</category><title>twisted ropes</title><description /><link>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/beautifulsoul" /><feedburner:info uri="beautifulsoul" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-629276113722956470</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-02T02:41:24.850+08:00</atom:updated><title>when lollipops turn into cigarretes</title><description>Life was carefree and wonderful before. When, the colours were equal to the rainbow. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. Cash is about monopoly money. War was about card games. And the only drug you knew was panadol. Things changed, sweets turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into bastards. Homework goes in the trash. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When fear meant riding a roller coaster? When safety meant wearing a helmet? And your worst enemies were probably be your siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/S2cdHO7rw2I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/evfFe1Jfsps/s1600-h/IMG_5796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433343485550510946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/S2cdHO7rw2I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/evfFe1Jfsps/s400/IMG_5796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/S2cdG4-JHCI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/iXH-buL6IRk/s1600-h/IMG_5738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433343479655242786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/S2cdG4-JHCI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/iXH-buL6IRk/s400/IMG_5738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/S2cdGoDWpdI/AAAAAAAAC1I/U4LLTqpvvy0/s1600-h/IMG_5679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433346563244938610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/S2cf6YPN1XI/AAAAAAAAC2I/lLjV8Ig6gOc/s400/P1000375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-629276113722956470?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/2k0GRfwpUEw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/2k0GRfwpUEw/when-lollipops-turn-into-cigarretes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/S2cdHO7rw2I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/evfFe1Jfsps/s72-c/IMG_5796.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-lollipops-turn-into-cigarretes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-2683181023336055102</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 07:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T16:46:25.335+08:00</atom:updated><title>get over my orals</title><description>&lt;div&gt;At times, dental school is so demanding. From crowns to dentures and lectures to clinics, sometimes that can be true. "I just want to PASS!", one of the most common phrases among dental students. Here I am standing now, as a third year dental student, I can't believe I had the nerve to just go into the exams with that little knowledge in my mind for the past 1st and 2nd year. I made up and managed to get through just fine. It never easy, I wish that notes would magically write themselves and just by touching textbooks knowledge will infuse into my brain through osmosis. Reality strikes. Fuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd year has been tough. I had the 1st patient few weeks back, and always a nerve cracking at the beginning. The moment I entered clinics, everything will take into account. Specialist and doctor are there to assess our works. Be it on knowledge, skill, professional behaviour and etc. are evaluated. "How can you not know? You are future DENTIST. YOU should know! GO BACK and READ UP!", puzzled ... *blank stares*. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, here is my typical weekday,&lt;br /&gt;7:15 a.m. The alarm goes off.&lt;br /&gt;8:15 a.m. 15 mins drive to campus.&lt;br /&gt;8:30 a.m. Check in locker room, change into scrubs. Get ready patient files. As usual, morning huddle - 8 other students and lecturer in charge to discuss our patients for the day in briefing room.&lt;br /&gt;9:00 a.m. Race to clinic. Make sure dental supplies are ready by DSA.&lt;br /&gt;9.15 a.m. Call in patient from waiting hall. Start treatment.&lt;br /&gt;10:00 a.m. Instructors are in the clinic the whole time, but they aren’t by my side every moment. They check in at each phase of the treatment. For example, I’ll drill a cavity prep, then have it checked, fill the prep, then have it checked again, polish, then have it checked. It could take 2-3 hours to complete a filling!&lt;br /&gt;11.30 a.m. Stop treatment. Get ready for de-briefing. Either screwed or nailed by lecturers. Same.&lt;br /&gt;12:30 p.m. Lunch hour!&lt;br /&gt;1:30 p.m. Schedule is different every day of the week. Class on medicine, surgery, periodontology, labworks, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;5.30 p.m. Home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what i've done today, inferior alveolar nerve block, a procedure of giving anesthesia to the (lower jaw) mandibular region. Interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405730592365136802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/SwUDVT1iy6I/AAAAAAAAC0o/JUkKvT5xhrg/s400/Direct+block.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A brief look on my daily working area,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/SwUEgHD6KUI/AAAAAAAAC0w/tz3-lRvPP2s/s1600/dental.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405731877425916226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/SwUEgHD6KUI/AAAAAAAAC0w/tz3-lRvPP2s/s400/dental.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-2683181023336055102?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/sYDSDq2wyXE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/sYDSDq2wyXE/get-over-my-orals.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/SwUDVT1iy6I/AAAAAAAAC0o/JUkKvT5xhrg/s72-c/Direct+block.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2009/11/get-over-my-orals.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-1222411933805657632</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 20:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T01:30:26.166+08:00</atom:updated><title>laugh, it's cheap medicine</title><description>It's strange how the shortest words, yes and no are the ones that take the most thought. Life was carefree and great before. The time when colours were equal to the rainbow. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. Cash is about monopoly money. War was only found in pc game. And the only drug we knew was panadol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe, nobody is reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-1222411933805657632?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/ywb3IYum4SQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/ywb3IYum4SQ/laugh-its-cheap-medicine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2009/08/laugh-its-cheap-medicine.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-3608448517247418229</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 20:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-01T06:37:57.762+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">AIMST Dentistry</category><title>roll and spin</title><description>For the past 2 weeks, I have been doing nothing except studying, if not thinking about study as well. I’m feeling lazy at this hour and figuring out to increase my studying capacity while on the other side of the world, million miles away from here, people are figuring or fighting to survive. We all know, it’s not a way to raise the curtain for 2009. A downturned economy in that world of profanity, adolescence, ozone depletion, nuclear bombing, racism, sexism, rocket launchers, fighting jets, terror on the rise, thousands of innocent soul blown into pieces. It’s ironic isn’t it? When the smart people in pentagon talk about war, they’re not really talking about peace and democracy. I begin to wonder, why do people still tell me to have a nice day? Just as every imbalance in life needs adjustment for survival, so has been my experience with dental school. I feel like I am starting to get a grasp on what this second year is going to be like REALLY. You know, the more we get to play with our Kavo electric high speed on some dental “dude” or throw plaster around and the more we get to be away from the lecture class, the happier we all are. Yeah? Sigh. Well, I've been making fine adjustments to try and calibrate my time to handle the notes that being flashed before my eyes in the form of never ending power points slide. As am finding the most effective means to free myself from distractions and cram all that basic science stuff into my head, internet connection service came in a very wrong time. Keeping my room somewhat dark with just my study table illuminated, it helps me to focus - maybe. Am trying, I need a damn break after exam. I thought I’d write more about on my dental student’s life next time. Trying to keep my camera handy and upload some of the pictures of what is going on, be it in the class or lab session. Our AIMST Dental School facilities and equipments are second to none so as the awesome people in the faculty itself. It’s always fun to be part of the dental community here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-3608448517247418229?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/1aWeMS0qc6A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/1aWeMS0qc6A/roll-and-spin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2009/01/roll-and-spin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-5877983951315857899</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-27T03:17:09.786+08:00</atom:updated><title>do i miss home?</title><description>Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever have those time in your life that you could go back to the days when everything was not that simple then, but looking at it now, it was. Well, practically. I am having one of those days today. Well not to go into so much, I miss home. Browsing through the old photos back high school and reading about gathering and reunion back home. I miss the old hang outs, all of the friends that i grew up with which i never see again now. Exactly 3 years since I left high school. Ah! I know you guys are reading this. A few of you from Australia, Russia, Ireland, India, Germany, Eygpt, Poland, Ukraine and the list goes on. And dudes? Remember the road that we would ride on and listen to loud music? Sneaking out from house? The place that we hoop at until the next morning? The fights and conflicts that we shared? Kicking football on the field with our blazers on? From bicycle to bike and cars? What really matter that time was laughter and stupidity. I am never the type to wish to rewind time to mend or change things, but I just wish to daydream and a little about yester-year, the good old times. If you know what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-5877983951315857899?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/S6Hlo6YpmmI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/S6Hlo6YpmmI/do-i-miss-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-i-miss-home.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-7494710451086711641</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 14:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-05T23:14:33.564+08:00</atom:updated><title>4 months prevent instant insanity</title><description>Sometime, stopping dead in daily tracks is hard and it’s even harder while taking a walk along our daily routes. It comes without any warning, come to a halt. I did try to put on breaks in my shoes as it was, turn motionless. A total lost and a deep thought. Well, maybe fate has a cruel way of putting things together. Maybe it’s better if people just give up when there’s no point in fighting for something anymore. It’s cool how it was when in kindergarten days. All I had to do to make friends is walk up to a dude or kid and say "Hi. You become my friends. Ok?" and then life went on from there. Back then, people just accepted everyone was equal.  No one was more popular than one another or more attractive than someone else. I didn't have all the pressure of remembering all the formulas and spelling rules and that crap teenagers have to do now, I only had to remember how to spell ma name and it was all good. I didn't even think about my future, and if I did it would be what am gonna get for birthday. Life was just about toys and best of all no f*ckin responsibility. Whatever happened to the way things were? Oh yeah, we grew up. We learned a hard way. And now, we are living in a world where if you’re not skinny, not smart, not beautiful, not sexy and not straight.  You’re neglected, accused, bombarded, tortured, abused and humiliated. We say we are all equal but there is still racism, sexism, and people judging others based on their sex, religion, etc . We have barriers and borders between us. Yes, that world, where love is not so rare and where people actually don’t really care. I can see a world without hate, without violence and without war. Then I can see us bombing that world because they wouldn't expect it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Update: For once, my blog’s gone a bit stagnant for months, thanks to Telekom.  Here I am standing as a second year dental student now. My days run from 8am to 5pm.   I’ve definitely had to do some tailoring of my time. I have been told by profs and seniors that what it could be possibly a crucial and interesting year for us. Yeah, I get in some going out time but it’s a balancing act.    &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-7494710451086711641?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/GwSF4NXPVug" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/GwSF4NXPVug/4-months-prevent-instant-insanity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-months-prevent-instant-insanity.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-617162135975932163</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-17T22:18:47.731+08:00</atom:updated><title>life is sex</title><description>You cannot solve your problems with the same thinking you used when you created them. Well, life is sexually transmitted. Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die. Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing. Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again. All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism. In the 50s, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take drugs to make it normal. And yeah, politics is supposed to be the second oldest profession. I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first. In politics, common sense doesn't make sense. Politics are almost as exciting as war, and quite as dangerous. In war, you can only be killed once but, politics? Now, what is democracy? Where any two idiots outvote a genius? Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even where there is no river. What’s up with the nation of laws, badly written and randomly enforced? It will come when the day we run out of water, the day we end with every animal, the day we eliminate the forest and that day, we will notice that the money can't be eaten. Keep peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-617162135975932163?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/6rp5nYLU9RE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/6rp5nYLU9RE/life-is-sex.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-sex.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-2696197593064136017</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-01T01:02:02.680+08:00</atom:updated><title>shift_</title><description>&lt;p&gt;People have the right to be stupid. Some people abuse that privilege. We can bomb the world to pieces but we can't bomb the world to peace. Fighting for peace is like well, screwing for virginity. War is like legal murder. A bomb will never feed a starving child but the money it takes to make one would feed the country for a day. The only weapon for peace is common sense. It’s simple. The more we sweat for peace, the less we bleed in war. Just remember, if the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-2696197593064136017?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/3SqfWlTj4Uk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/3SqfWlTj4Uk/shift.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/07/shift.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-8451094545976131594</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-06T02:54:32.162+08:00</atom:updated><title>well</title><description>Why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong? Today I feel that life is divided into the horrible and the miserable. That's the two categories. The horrible are like, I don't know, terminal cases, you know, and blind people, crippled. I don't know how they get through life. It's amazing to me. And the miserable is everyone else. So you should be thankful that you're miserable, because it's very lucky to be miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-8451094545976131594?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/S2xoTFMq3Qg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/S2xoTFMq3Qg/well.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/06/well.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-25598682608005248</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 08:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-16T16:53:52.817+08:00</atom:updated><title>persevere</title><description>There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroads. Afraid, confused, without a roadmap. The choices we make in these moments can define the rest of our days. Of course when faced with the unknown, many of us would turn around and run back. But once in a while people push on to something better. Something just beyond the pain of going on alone and just beyond the bravery and courage it takes to let someone in or to give someone a second chance. Something beyond the quiet persistence of a dream. Because it's only when you're tested that you truly discover who you are and it's only when you're tested that you discover who you can be. The person you wanna be does exist on the other side of hard work, faith, and belief. And beyond the heart ache and fear of what lies ahead. Remember when, war was only a simple card game, race issues were who could run the fastest, getting high mend a swing on the playground, the only enemies you ever had were your siblings, mom was your hero and life was just a carefree thing. But most of all, you wanted to grow up and now all you want is to go back to those times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-25598682608005248?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/sOu7E4Gq_tw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/sOu7E4Gq_tw/persevere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/04/persevere.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-4620065666776575734</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-04T01:57:40.458+08:00</atom:updated><title>random</title><description>I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and yet it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it. Life comes with tons of things like experiences, horrible moments, lies, and joy. Friends may make you into a great person, or they may ruin you. You have to be yourself, and if that's not good enough for someone, screw them.  You have a life to live until you make peace with who you are, you will never be content with what you have.  Seeing believes, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see. Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. Laugh hard, smile no matter what you’re going through, give everyone a second chance, and don’t ever forget that rules were meant to be broken and life is too short to be anything but happy. Think this way, we have one life, very limited time, plenty opportunities, plenty blessing, we should look at the best moments, collect as many pleasant memories as possible, look for adventures, be random, don’t listen to bad compliment, treasure good one, and enjoy life. If you obey all the rules you miss all the fun. Stay true to yourself. Make decisions based on what you feel is right and on what you want, not what others want. People worry about making the right choice, but in life you just need to make any good choice, go through with it, and accept the consequences. Because in the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take and the decisions we waited too long to make. You know you've found someone special when she can lift your spirits simply with a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-4620065666776575734?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/R3pFKPeY4mk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/R3pFKPeY4mk/random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/04/random.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-5534384523066789907</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 09:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-14T17:36:06.853+08:00</atom:updated><title>a better day</title><description>Just when you think things can't get any worse, they do. But I've learnt that everything happens for a reason. Go with the flow. All you have to do is be patient. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good or bad luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity. All occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, if they be events, illness or relationships, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. You can make of your life anything you wish, create your own life and then go out there and live it. Break the rules and stand apart, ignore your head and follow your heart because you were born an original so don’t die a copy. Live your life and be a little sloppy and who cares what others think. In life, people will be mean, and that’s not just a prediction and you need to decide which people are worth the pain. Never explain yourself. Your friends don’t need it and your enemies won’t believe it. There comes a point in your life when you realize who really matters, who never did and who always will. Life is too short so kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love truly and forgive quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-5534384523066789907?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/I_aVY4Fj8z0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/I_aVY4Fj8z0/better-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/03/better-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-3888599481038122192</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 09:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-14T17:12:51.438+08:00</atom:updated><title>don't hide</title><description>I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person. I can bite my tongue forever, while you try to play a fool with me. You can hide behind your identity but don't take me for a fool. Am keeping cool and don’t ever try to fcks with me, cuz am gonna fcks you back. Now that you’re trying to cross the line, am basically gonna go all third grader on your fcking ass. So you think you can just try to play a fool with me? Well the joke's on you because am done with it. I am still who I am. Am going to smile like nothing wrong, talk like everything okay, and I dare you to come over to me, if you have the guts though. Dude, life is too short to blend in. What you’ve got huh? Watsa you’re trying to prove? Lemme tell you this, the integrity of men is to be measured by their conduct, not hiding back yo. Ma patience has its limits. Life’s cool, don’t play too hard,  just because you dont have a life, doesn't mean you can ruin mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-3888599481038122192?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/G5V0Kv88uPo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/G5V0Kv88uPo/dont-hide.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-hide.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-6893242515256721488</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 16:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T21:56:19.043+08:00</atom:updated><title>gathering / nightout</title><description>When the liquor has run dry, when we've fallen out of love with the perfect guy or girl, when the party is over, when we're passed out on the floor, when we can't keep kicking ass in beer pong anymore, we'll still be friends cause we know the deal, we reach each other’s and we'll always keep it real. To the crap we talked, the people we stalked, the way we joked, the laughs we can't stop, the gossip we spilled, the looks that could kill, to have' each other’s back, the secrets that we shared, to the next morning getting the facts, downing the beers and spilling the tears. Here's to the nights that turned into mornings with the friends that turned into family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R8wyyChQwoI/AAAAAAAAB5A/HOY_Yt9Bb5o/s1600-h/DSC05180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173565907193086594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R8wyyChQwoI/AAAAAAAAB5A/HOY_Yt9Bb5o/s400/DSC05180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R8wyyShQwpI/AAAAAAAAB5I/0iwrcBvgwLU/s1600-h/DSC05186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173565911488053906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R8wyyShQwpI/AAAAAAAAB5I/0iwrcBvgwLU/s400/DSC05186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R8wyiihQwjI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/bZLO2O7C1uY/s1600-h/DSC05188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173565640905114162" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R8wzpyhQwrI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Yo7jkjaFgI8/s400/DSC05161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R8wzqShQwsI/AAAAAAAAB5g/kdMUDw-wK2Q/s1600-h/DSC05162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173566873560728258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R8wzqShQwsI/AAAAAAAAB5g/kdMUDw-wK2Q/s400/DSC05162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R8wzrihQwtI/AAAAAAAAB5o/7Fhob3z7N0M/s1600-h/DSC05166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173566895035564754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R8wzrihQwtI/AAAAAAAAB5o/7Fhob3z7N0M/s400/DSC05166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R8wzsChQwuI/AAAAAAAAB5w/3laqX9VFvgs/s1600-h/DSC05168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173566903625499362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R8wzsChQwuI/AAAAAAAAB5w/3laqX9VFvgs/s400/DSC05168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have fun mates. 4 1/2 years counting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-6893242515256721488?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/4CE65eqjz3Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/4CE65eqjz3Q/gathering.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R8wyyChQwoI/AAAAAAAAB5A/HOY_Yt9Bb5o/s72-c/DSC05180.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/03/gathering.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-4578897968960615855</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 16:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-22T15:36:17.983+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><title>gamble</title><description>Nobody ever remembers the nights they stayed in and got plenty of fcking sleep. I have broken my silence by now. Sometimes, things will go wrong and wide, it may not be what you expected but something you needed and fucked with. Sometimes we act crazy, but that’s how we roll. Freeze this moment and you gotta move, fcks the people, fcks the hypocrite, fcks with my life. This ain’t a game, it’s my life and who the fck are you to be in my place. Cuz am gonna leave a blank for you to fill in, when you feel it, please get the fcks out of the shits. I plead to make the facts straight and true. Catch me, just because you close your eyes doesn't mean the world disappears for a night. That's the truth about the lie. I called it a risky business though. Be careful about whatdfcks you do or say because you never know. Put yourself into the gamble, I hope you gotta save the water and drink the hell vodka and do your own thing. Allow me to explain myself. Now whut? It’s the same thing people, remember, if you smoke after sex you're doing it too fast. If you are going through hell, keep going. The more profanity you use, the less likely people will take you seriously. Haha. Oh yeah? Ya’ll, well just maybe, never attribute to malice what can be adequately explained by stupidity. Simple logic: If it did not matter to me, then I would not care so much. But since it does fcks to me, then obviously I gotta fcks you back. Cuz am drawing a line to you now, a thin line between reality and insanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-4578897968960615855?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/LcdmCbiFjqY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/LcdmCbiFjqY/i-have-broken-my-silence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-broken-my-silence.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-7906985313564620172</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T21:56:22.392+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><title>bullshit</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R7G20JjATBI/AAAAAAAABxY/QXyk7Nkjy20/s1600-h/IMG_2194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166111254602861586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R7G20JjATBI/AAAAAAAABxY/QXyk7Nkjy20/s400/IMG_2194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can never tell what people are thinking and feeling unless they tell you, and usually they lie. You ask them, "what’s wrong?" and they say "nothing." You accept this because it’s easier than digging for the truth. People smile when they want to cry, they laugh when they want to scream and shout. They pretend like nothing is wrong because they don’t want to face the truth. Things aren't always rainbows and butterflies, sometimes you gotta scream and cry your angers and sadness to the world, because you can only hold it in for so long before something in you snaps. So when you want to cry, cry. When you want to scream, scream. Don’t hide behind fake smiles, it’s ok to not be alright. There's going to be some stuff you’re going to see that will make it harder to smile in the future. But through whatever you see, through all the rain and all the pain, you got to keep your sense of humor. You’re going to be able to smile through all this bullshit. Remember that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-7906985313564620172?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/lUfV4B-FHcs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/lUfV4B-FHcs/bullshit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R7G20JjATBI/AAAAAAAABxY/QXyk7Nkjy20/s72-c/IMG_2194.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/02/bullshit.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-7520298665791520385</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T21:56:22.558+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><title>keep fighting</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R6iszorHNwI/AAAAAAAABxQ/9pcRB0E9D6A/s1600-h/IMG_1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R6iszorHNwI/AAAAAAAABxQ/9pcRB0E9D6A/s400/IMG_1904.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163566975871825666" /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;People, let’s go back to the days, back when life was simpler. Before people started to gossip about another or about having lotsa enemy. Back before looks really mattered, and your weight was just a number. Let’s go back to the days when it didn’t matter wtf color hair you had or wtf clothes you wore. Back to the days that being you were enough when you could be friends with everyone and anyone. Now whut, if love was a war, every day would be a battlefield. Fighting a fierce battle, where sacrifices are inevitable fck. Chaos can make ya’ll blind and let ya’ll think there is no fcking hope. But only the fcking soldiers who never give up and keep fighting will make it to the end. And when it’s all over, when the pain vanishes, only pure sincere happiness dressed up in peace remains. Now, am telling ya’ll whut, don’t live for the moment, live the moment. Because the truth is evil prevails when good men fail to act. A true man is not how much alcohol they can drink or how much ass the crack but how they handle themselves in a crisis. In the end, those who wish to be immortal, have too much time on their hands. And yeah, the end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilization. Speak through the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Happy CNY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&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/1139427093908259071-7520298665791520385?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/UZWUesdWMGY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/UZWUesdWMGY/keep-fighting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R6iszorHNwI/AAAAAAAABxQ/9pcRB0E9D6A/s72-c/IMG_1904.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/02/keep-fighting.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-22394544643030782</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-31T12:21:37.155+08:00</atom:updated><title>Why?</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;In memory of Nian Ning (1987-2008)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rarely expect tragedy,&lt;br /&gt;and are never really prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;Even in death there can be lessons for the living.&lt;br /&gt;She was young,&lt;br /&gt;Her life had just begun,&lt;br /&gt;A very bright future ahead,&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden it was taken away,&lt;br /&gt;Her time came too soon,&lt;br /&gt;and her life was over in a flash,&lt;br /&gt;An innocent departure,&lt;br /&gt;Where is the law?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the justice?&lt;br /&gt;Only if God could see,&lt;br /&gt;How she could have turned out to be,&lt;br /&gt;There is a new angel tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear blogger,&lt;br /&gt;Please post this on your blog now to help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chung Lern and Nian Ning’s families would like all families and friends of the victims, dead or alive, in the Slim River Bus Crash to come forward and join them in taking action against the bus company. Stand up to seek justice for these three innocent individuals, who were all so young and full of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a blog, please call out to ANYONE who knows someone who survived or did not survive the crash to come forward to join the Lee family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a huge difference, make a huge fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, you may contact &lt;strong&gt;Lee Chung Lern&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;chunglern@gmail.com&lt;/strong&gt; or preferably on his handphone at &lt;strong&gt;012-6670368&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-22394544643030782?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/vilG5w8uMoU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/vilG5w8uMoU/why.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/01/why.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-2885017540812082889</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T21:56:22.983+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><title>things i don't understand about people</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R6AUyorHNuI/AAAAAAAABwk/Pz5xQsm4NOo/s1600-h/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161148033110849250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R6AUyorHNuI/AAAAAAAABwk/Pz5xQsm4NOo/s400/home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People who point at their wrist asking for the time. I know where my watch is dude, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my c*ck when I ask where the toilet is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When people say while watching a film, "did you see that?" No Loser, I paid 8 bucks to come to the cinema and stare at the damn fkin floor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People who ask "Can I ask you a question?" Didn't give me a choice there, did yo sunshine?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When something is 'new and improved'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When people say "life is short". What the hell??? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!!! What can you do thats longer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "has the bus come yet?" If the bus came, would I be standing here???!! wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-2885017540812082889?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/TLA8uTFlh7M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/TLA8uTFlh7M/things-i-dont-understand-about-people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R6AUyorHNuI/AAAAAAAABwk/Pz5xQsm4NOo/s72-c/home.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-i-dont-understand-about-people.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-2760633658740169162</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 10:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-27T22:22:59.827+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life Documentary</category><title>brighter the picture, darker the negative</title><description>Isn't it funny how your life can change in just one day or just one second? How everything you once lived for can be totally gone, a loved one leaves you or the one you love leaves. The fact that you may not choose the life you lead and that within those times nothing will ever be the same again. For now, it’s all just a memory and the question we ask ourselves, if it was all really true, how can this be? Why should we have to leave? Those questions will probably never get answered for everything, because when everything changes in just one day so do the reasons and feelings. Allow yourself the luxury of reviewing your personal history and where you currently stand in your life. But don't become so emotionally involved that you wallow in nostalgia. Looking back can be very healing, but don't let it stop you from moving ahead. I have come to realize that you can't depend upon other people for what you want and you can't be scared to go out there and get it. You have to dream hard, wish big, and chase after your goals, because no one else is going to do it for you and even if things don't work out, you'll always be able to say you tried. Life will never be what you expect it to be. In the end, it's not about who's skinnier, who's prettier or who’s smarter. It's about who can survive through the entire name calling, and dirty looks. It's about who has the strength to not care. Get ready for disappointment, but be ready for the surprises and things unexpected that will make you happy too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-2760633658740169162?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/1HgK6Rqyn5w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/1HgK6Rqyn5w/brighter-picture-darker-negative.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/01/brighter-picture-darker-negative.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-6227649473744253210</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T21:56:31.323+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life Documentary</category><title>nowhere on your birth certificate did it say life would be fair</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4u7JvvsK5I/AAAAAAAABr0/chImXZyckms/s1600-h/IMG_2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155419974565374866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4u7JvvsK5I/AAAAAAAABr0/chImXZyckms/s400/IMG_2020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we have higher buildings and wider highways, but shorter temperaments and narrower points of view. We spend more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses, but smaller families. We have more compromises, but less time. We have more knowledge, but less judgment. We have more medicines, but less health. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk much, we love only a little, and we hate too much. We reached the moon and came back, but we find it troublesome to cross our own street and meet our neighbors. We have conquered the outer space, but not our inner space. We have higher income, but fewer morals. These are times with more liberty, but less joy. With more food, but less nutrition. These are days in which two salaries come home, but divorces increase. These are times of finer houses, but more broken homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I propose that as of today. You do not keep anything for a special occasion, because every day that you live is a special occasion. Search for knowledge, read more, sit on your front porch and admire the view without paying attention to the needs. Pass more time with your family, eat your favorite food, and visit the place you love. Life is a chain of moments of enjoyment, it isn’t only survival. As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, well, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts. You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, and no second chances. You just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they really mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up and down, stay up late, play hard, be a flirt, kiss slowly, don't keep running back to the person that you need to walk away from, stop holding back and smile until your face hurts. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all; live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, at age 4, success is not peeing in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;at age 12, success is having friends.&lt;br /&gt;at age 17, success is having a driver license.&lt;br /&gt;at age 20, success is having sex.&lt;br /&gt;at age 25, success is having a degree cert.&lt;br /&gt;at age 35, success is having money.&lt;br /&gt;at age 50, success is having lotsa money.&lt;br /&gt;at age 60, success is having sex and never caught up in tape.&lt;br /&gt;at age 70, success is having friends.&lt;br /&gt;at age 80, success is not peeing in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seems like the right thing to do could also be the hardest thing you have ever done in your life. Don't take life too serious. You'll never escape it alive anyway. Never regret something that made you smile. Speak through the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-6227649473744253210?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/ffL_w7HUsBA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/ffL_w7HUsBA/nowhere-on-your-birth-certificate-did.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4u7JvvsK5I/AAAAAAAABr0/chImXZyckms/s72-c/IMG_2020.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/01/nowhere-on-your-birth-certificate-did.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-5447471191039086781</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 10:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T21:56:33.957+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life Documentary</category><title>if fuel price still increase</title><description>Fuel vs Wallet? Rumours of an increase in petrol and diesel prices by were circulating even before 1st Jan 08. Well, I’m not sure of the validity of this news. Text messages claiming there would be a rise by 50 sen per litre were circulated through SMS although there was no official announcement. Well, I’m not sure of the validity of this news. But, if it happens, I believe it was unfair as consumers were already facing a higher cost of living brought about by the last increase. Seeing the trend of increasing fuel price, no wonder cars with smaller capacity are selling good. Not only they are affordable in terms of purchase price, but also economically sound when maintaining it and fill it’s “thirst” for fuel. It's annoying that energy is becoming expensive, but the truth is even at twice current prices it will still be worth it because energy is a must-have product. Of course, the more prices increase the more economical currently uneconomic technologies become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to share, I received this from my friend earlier. Alright, what if fuel price still increase???? Well, it’s quite true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dKOfvsK3I/AAAAAAAABrg/Apofh6nTY3M/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154169911448972146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dKOfvsK3I/AAAAAAAABrg/Apofh6nTY3M/s400/untitled6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dJefvsKyI/AAAAAAAABq4/6zZCdrPfKzM/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154169086815251234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dJefvsKyI/AAAAAAAABq4/6zZCdrPfKzM/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dJevvsKzI/AAAAAAAABrA/iJYDyVhdneA/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154169091110218546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dJevvsKzI/AAAAAAAABrA/iJYDyVhdneA/s400/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dJefvsKyI/AAAAAAAABq4/6zZCdrPfKzM/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dJevvsK0I/AAAAAAAABrI/8B3Fes1N_HE/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154169091110218562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dJevvsK0I/AAAAAAAABrI/8B3Fes1N_HE/s400/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dJefvsKyI/AAAAAAAABq4/6zZCdrPfKzM/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dJe_vsK1I/AAAAAAAABrQ/lFBFloxO8qI/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154169095405185874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dJe_vsK1I/AAAAAAAABrQ/lFBFloxO8qI/s400/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dJefvsKyI/AAAAAAAABq4/6zZCdrPfKzM/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dJe_vsK2I/AAAAAAAABrY/lLJUx_vSwx4/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154169095405185890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dJe_vsK2I/AAAAAAAABrY/lLJUx_vSwx4/s400/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dKOvvsK4I/AAAAAAAABro/XwQ68oDybLI/s1600-h/untitled7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154169915743939458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dKOvvsK4I/AAAAAAAABro/XwQ68oDybLI/s400/untitled7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LMAO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-5447471191039086781?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/0vA4xCua5hc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/0vA4xCua5hc/if-fuel-price-still-increase.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R4dKOfvsK3I/AAAAAAAABrg/Apofh6nTY3M/s72-c/untitled6.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-fuel-price-still-increase.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-2826337853031060268</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T21:56:39.652+08:00</atom:updated><title>2007, turning point</title><description>2007 was a year filled with events that will stand out in our memories for countless years to come. The world headlines were marked by tragedy, scandal and jeopardy. To name a few, the massacre at Virginia Tech, Gore winning the Nobel Prize? The state of emergency in Pakistan or maybe something from the world of entertainment, such as the last Harry Potter novel, the death of Anna Nicole Smith or Britney rehab? Well, it’s also the time of the year when I reminisce about what I have done throughout the year. These are some of the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     Celebrated Chinese New Year away from my home for the first time&lt;br /&gt;2.     Start blogging – the humble beginning of Beautiful Soul&lt;br /&gt;3.     Received my 1st warning letter from CMFS for skipping 8 English classes. (no regrets)&lt;br /&gt;4.     Trapped on North-South highways for 3 hours at night&lt;br /&gt;5.     Participated in Roti Canai eating contest and lost. My record – 16 pieces&lt;br /&gt;6.     I gained a bro-in law now and I wish to have a nephew or niece soon&lt;br /&gt;7.     I lost my wallet and handset&lt;br /&gt;8.     Free from AIMST foundation&lt;br /&gt;9.     The turning point in my life, I’ve chosen dentistry course&lt;br /&gt;10.   I fall in love… with photography&lt;br /&gt;11.   Officially single for 1 year and 7 months&lt;br /&gt;12.   And of course, I turned 19&lt;br /&gt;13.   My mom started to read my blog. EVERYDAY! *mom, thanks for everything*&lt;br /&gt;14.   Experienced of ice bow &lt;br /&gt;15.   Okay, my 1st experience as a sexy horny pole dancer&lt;br /&gt;16.   1st dental dinner&lt;br /&gt;17.   New housemates&lt;br /&gt;18.   Car stolen. Wtf&lt;br /&gt;19.   I have not been seeing my brother for a year. He’s so fucking million miles away from     M’sia.&lt;br /&gt;20.   I HATE gays and bitches&lt;br /&gt;21.   Attacked by bugs&lt;br /&gt;22.   My 1st Christmas in SP wtf&lt;br /&gt;23.   I’ve got a CAR! from my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R3U3dPvsKqI/AAAAAAAABp0/Ben2xdL6mlY/s1600-h/March.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149082724550322850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R3U3dPvsKqI/AAAAAAAABp0/Ben2xdL6mlY/s400/March.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R3U3dfvsKrI/AAAAAAAABp8/Fr5tlwXxzTs/s1600-h/March1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149082728845290162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R3U3dfvsKrI/AAAAAAAABp8/Fr5tlwXxzTs/s400/March1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R3U3dvvsKsI/AAAAAAAABqE/dPFmr1b1n0E/s1600-h/May.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149082733140257474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R3U1CvvsKYI/AAAAAAAABnk/D10rzKzYHp0/s1600-h/December2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149080070260533634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R3U1CvvsKYI/AAAAAAAABnk/D10rzKzYHp0/s400/December2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R3U4rvvsKvI/AAAAAAAABqc/51oMI-jlSoE/s1600-h/December.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149084073170053874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R3U4rvvsKvI/AAAAAAAABqc/51oMI-jlSoE/s400/December.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R3U1CvvsKZI/AAAAAAAABns/ExBedZcaXao/s1600-h/DSC04534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149080070260533650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R3U1CvvsKZI/AAAAAAAABns/ExBedZcaXao/s400/DSC04534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was indeed a ride on a rollercoaster. For most of us, I'm sure we had our ups and downs. We've been through the hard times, joyous moments, some we will cherish forever and some we will eventually forget. True, there were dark secrets and deep regrets. Some regrets which we will never forgive ourselves for. Pay closer attention to dreams. It helps to indentify the patterns that could shed a lot of light on life. Happy New Year. A new resolution. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139427093908259071-2826337853031060268?l=kennethwongpk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~4/wVF3I4gcz7Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/beautifulsoul/~3/wVF3I4gcz7Y/2007-turning-point.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth Wong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R3U3dPvsKqI/AAAAAAAABp0/Ben2xdL6mlY/s72-c/March.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-turning-point.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139427093908259071.post-3054388559234802331</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2007 07:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T21:56:39.896+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life Documentary</category><title>blessed christmas</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R3CwhvvsKQI/AAAAAAAABmY/hZ3HwH7Aej4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147808467883141378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIxHQ5vwZds/R3CwhvvsKQI/AAAAAAAABmY/hZ3HwH7Aej4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;December 25 has always been just another day for me, and it is typically a pretty boring day this time around. I've tried to get into the Christmas spirit but it feels like I'll never get it. I feel like the Narnians under the witch's spell, locked up inside from the cold. It's not a sad feeling when I say it doesn't feel like Christmas. Well, it's dull and dreary and no plans are being made to go out and have fun. And, what am I doing? NOTHING! There's been no new news or mail for hours, and there're no projects and assignments to do, and nothing's broken enough that I need to try to fix it. So now I'm bored out of what little is left of my mind. Well, I wish to call my friends and family and plan for something. And so much else to do and see! But on a day like this, my lazy self won't get up. It'll slumber and delay. This is how I felt one afternoon on a boring Christmas day. Well, I’ll get my car tomorrow morning. I’ll take it as a Christmas gift. Thanks Dad. And to everyone out there, may your days be happy, heart is light and your Christmas is joyful and bright – not as boring as mine. 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