<?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-8865232374600133071</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:51:15.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabz Knäck</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-4109972239062550231</id><published>2009-01-21T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:34:01.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand, Song and Sentosa</title><content type='html'>Grrrrt...grrrt... my unswerving cell phone vibrated in my Hawaiian Bermuda pocket.&lt;br /&gt;I hastily dipped my left hand into my pocket to retrieve the trembling cell. My jet black phone was speckled with what seemed to be finely shattered glass; my phone screen had been crushed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least that was what I thought, before substantiating the substance to be fine white beach sand. The last time I wore those Bermudas was when i went to Sentosa in Singapore, and the sand from the beach was apparently not washed off completely from the deep nooks of my pocket. &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                ~ * ~&lt;br /&gt;I had the wind blow through my hair and rain drops hitting on my face like bullets...&lt;br /&gt;Up and down the hills of Sentosa we explored…&lt;br /&gt;Pushing bicycles up steep slopes sporadically…&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by the asphalt road waving at passing cars and sharing silly jokes…&lt;br /&gt;Stopping at vacant bus stop bantering with utter asinine…&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing of bags in infinitesimal storage lockers…&lt;br /&gt;Walking on sandy beaches barefooted…&lt;br /&gt;Splattering sea water on faces of others…&lt;br /&gt;Singing of songs whilst submerged in water and walking in the rain…&lt;br /&gt;Eating ice-creams and hot chocolate muffin in the cool rainy day… &lt;br /&gt; That speckle of sand on my palm instantaneously drifted my mind miles and weeks away.&lt;br /&gt; The time and moment I longed for and miss most…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kannan, Yoges and Theba&lt;br /&gt;and the time we had surfing Sentosa. &lt;br /&gt;~* Missed Much *~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text I received from my vibrating phone just happened to invoke my longing sentiment…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865232374600133071-4109972239062550231?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/4109972239062550231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=4109972239062550231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/4109972239062550231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/4109972239062550231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2009/01/sand-song-and-sentosa.html' title='Sand, Song and Sentosa'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-1396912387335459533</id><published>2009-01-04T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T09:57:41.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelations at Dawn</title><content type='html'>There I lay, wide awake... at half past 5 just before the crack of dawn. Silence pierced my ears with just the occasional chirrup of unknown insects resonating through the woods behind my house; the funny sound of the likeness of an un-oiled tweezers pricked the drum of my ears. The entire room being swallowed by darkness to every nook and niche was creepy. I knew my eyes were open, just in case, I stretched out my hands to see if they really were; my eyes failed to search, as the result of being drowned in the deep belly of darkness. Unable to open my mouth with saliva acting adhesively, sealing off the lips due to chillness, i let out a spurt of fart, making sure I was awake and alive. And yes, besides the sudden fear that my boxers just ripped apart, in the whole all was just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awake after I wrought all night with unflagging thoughts. I found myself yet again dragging myself up the path I dreaded most, the path filled with disloyalty, fake acts and insensitiveness. Why all of a sudden?? I happened to know of an event that made me realise that i was rebuffed from a circle; a circle of friends which I had been formerly associated with. No one made an avowal of any sort over this occurrence, but I just felt it so; I may be wrong. Yet, I was in a state indeed. I never understood the raison d'être to why I was under no circumstances able to find the sense of belonging to a certain assemblage of people, whom I consider to be of my league. This particular pursue has been a persistence I’ve carried since a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always yearning for a perfect fit like a piece of a jigsaw to a set, I searched and hoped; for a group of people who would accept me for who and what I am, not expecting something in return. In this exempted period of time of my angst, I begun realising; one does not get unerringly what we hanker for, but God willing, something of close propinquity to. I sanguinely accept that I may have found it in the course of time, this point in time. During this period of instance (gloomy times), I found out the veracity in friendship, care and love from a group of my much cherished circle of friends, that I may have found what I have hankered for thus far. The crème de la crème of the entire conciliating period transpired when I read &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yoges&lt;/span&gt;’ “confessionz-of-the-truth”. Her blog! The choice of words she chose to depict the experience and personality she discerned during our meet up! I was flattered, those where the words I need to hear that mollified my muffled ears. It meant so much! This was when I decided, I may have FOUND it, finally!! I would be deemed an ingrate if I failed to consider as well other friends, who helped me overcome this grieve. Special Thanks to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kannan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bala&lt;/span&gt;. My Besties!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for giving me Faith&lt;br /&gt;for giving me Hope&lt;br /&gt;for giving me Care&lt;br /&gt;for giving me Love&lt;br /&gt;for giving me Happiness&lt;br /&gt;for giving me F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, I’m going back to slumber… serenely…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865232374600133071-1396912387335459533?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/1396912387335459533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=1396912387335459533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/1396912387335459533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/1396912387335459533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-i-lay-wide-awake.html' title='Revelations at Dawn'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-8814155340602242075</id><published>2008-12-30T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:54:36.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing the Year Past- To Amity!!</title><content type='html'>It is common that people start reminiscing about the year as New Year approaches, I am no poles apart. As I’ve not been blogging for awhile now, I suppose it is judicious I do so, now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;The year 2008 started on the customary time at the stroke of midnight, January the first. My family and I, after a stopover at the temple to offer gratitude for another year past and welcoming a new one. Things were pretty much the same for the years past on how we welcome the year, together as a family (&lt;em&gt;something I apprehend now, to be of great significance&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the year, many events took place in my life. I was still in college, having another year to complete.&lt;br /&gt;The start of school Wasn’t much of a highlight... Expecting another YEARs worth of classes and exams wasn’t all that exhilarating. We were authoritatively seniors, to a bunch of newbie joining the Jan intake, which was kinda alright. A whole Month past on with no notice. It was already February before i cud even spell the word “jiffy”. Dayyumnn!! I was already on the verge of going into depression for continuous studying and sitting through examinations, yes! examinationsSS in just a month. I always wondered what were the people around me made of, all they did was study n anything but! Seriously, being in a scholarship class is not always the best that cud happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to burst out, running and flapping my hands high up in the air screaming profanities. Around that time, i wanted to explore, indulge in activities out of the routine, make new friends.. speaking of which, that was about the time, I turned to social networking sites. I acquainted with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tharma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We became friends so arbitrarily like I have never done before, not meaning to carp (&lt;em&gt;made loads others the same way in months to come&lt;/em&gt;). He was the first person I ever got acquainted to a good friend level through social networking sites. It was fun. I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another “jiffy” and it was now April, this meant only One thing... ADVANCE SUBSIDIARY!!! The first of two sets of major examination of the Advance Level course. Panic percolated in me! Slogged like mad and time flew even faster, before I knew it, it was May and exams started, it was great, i was confident of its colours flying... like a whole load of mass mitigated of my shoulders. I felt free again, not for long though, but I treasured those times profoundly, that certainly meant late night movies, and 24/7 online... oh yes I did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these hours that I made more acquaintances... notably, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kannan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Visha&lt;/strong&gt;. Kannan and I became instant buddies, everything seemed right, better, alleviated my displeasure with my student life and overall. The late night chats, daily accounts sharing, jokes and giggles. June passed by then.&lt;br /&gt;July materialize with another “jiffy”. I made loads more other friends from Singapore. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yoges, Theba, Priya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and few others. I was flattered! All of whom became some of my close chums in time. Tharma left to Indon for studies in August, i managed to meet him in person just the day before he left on the 7th. It was an adventure itself getting to his place(&lt;em&gt;will brief thru sum other time&lt;/em&gt;). I was soon introduced to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the guy who appeared to live right above my gran’s apartment, in which I was an occupant for a year and a half, the period of my course. Pretty amusing to think of it now, I never met him anywhere before knowing him through Kannan who lived Miles away in Singapore! And how we have all become closest of friends. I suppose these are the events that bring about the term providence and how it takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September, the most favourite month of the year... why? Yes, my birthday! It was the best i had in years, i quote myself “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That contentment at that time I would reckon to have surpassed any of it I had of its kind... This year’s birthday was rather more out of the ordinary... I had people whom i never knew just the last birthday, pushing the boat out it with me this year... time really travels swift n changes a great deal... it made me feel loved and cared for, something which I hankered for, for ever and a day...”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was euphorically elated .&lt;br /&gt;After birthday celebrations, it was time 2 hit the books once again, A2 examinations was up next. It was a juncture I’ve been waiting for a long time, finishing this exam would mean graduating Pre-U. I couldn’t wait. Very soon, I found myself sitting in d cold, eerie exam hall, letting out a sigh and felt as if my body has been released after being tightly squeezed through a garden hose, I could Breath again!! I was utterly Relieved!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year and a half, I was free from books! I wanted to go for a Holiday! I trip somewhere Far n have Fun! Thus, it was duly planned that i visited Singapore! It would be my first trip ALONE to another country! There i would meet &lt;em&gt;my cherished Singaporean chums&lt;/em&gt;. We all met, had loads of fun, with a little discontent here and there. I don’t regret it much though; it acted as an adhesive, strengthening the bonds we had amongst us. Now it is the year end... in a day, it will be a NEW year, and I have come to realise, that most of this year involved studies, exams and the preeminent of ALL proceedings, the part of the pack where I made many new friends. Wonderful ones too!! Not only did I make new friends, I also apprehended and appreciated the ones I had. To my closest of friends, I Thank You loads for making my year much remarkable. I hereby declare, the year 2008 as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amity Year&lt;/span&gt;! Cheers to it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865232374600133071-8814155340602242075?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/8814155340602242075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=8814155340602242075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/8814155340602242075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/8814155340602242075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2008/12/reminiscing-year-past-to-amity.html' title='Reminiscing the Year Past- To Amity!!'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-4702283552865640054</id><published>2008-11-23T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:33:43.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Link between Man &amp; GOD???</title><content type='html'>Professor :   You are a Christian, aren't you, son ?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :    Yes, sir. Professor :    So, you Believe in GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :    Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Professor :    Is GOD Good ?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :    Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Professor :    Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :    Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Professor :    My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to  GOD to Heal him.                    Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn't. How is this GOD good then? Hmm? (Student was silent )&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   You can't answer, can you ?  Let's start again, Young Fella. Is GOD Good?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :   Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   Is Satan good ?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :   No.&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   Where does Satan come from ?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :    From . . . GOD . . .&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   That's right.  Tell me son, is there evil in this World?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :    Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Professor :    Evil is everywhere, isn't it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :   Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   So who created evil ? (Student did not answer)&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness?  All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :   Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   So, who Created them ? (Student had no answer)&lt;br /&gt;Professor :  Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe&lt;br /&gt;                       the World around you. Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :   No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Professor :  Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :   No , sir.&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD?                        Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :   No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   Yet you still Believe in HIM?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :     Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol,                      Science says your GOD doesn't exist.  What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :  Nothing.  I only have my Faith.&lt;br /&gt;Professor :  Yes,Faith.  And that is the Problem Science has.&lt;br /&gt;Student    :   Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student    :    And is there such a thing as Cold?&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student   :     No, sir. There isn't. (The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student    :   Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat,                   a Little Heat or No Heat. But we don't have anything called Cold. We can hit 458            Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as Cold. Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat. We cannot Measure Cold. Heat is Energy. Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it. (There was Pin-Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student    :  What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as Darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Professor :  Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :  You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the Absence of Something You can have Low Light,   Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light . . . But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its called Darkness, isn't it? In reality, Darkness isn't.  If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?&lt;br /&gt;Student   :   Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   Flawed ? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student    :   Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD. You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we  can measure. Sir, Science can't even explain a Thought. It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing. Death is Not the Opposite of Life: just the Absence of it Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that they evolved from a Monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of&lt;br /&gt;                       course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Student    :   Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir? (The Professor shook his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument was going )&lt;br /&gt;Student    :   Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and                   Cannot even prove that this Process is an On-Going Endeavor, Are you not teaching your Opinion, sir? Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher? (The Class was in Uproar )&lt;br /&gt;Student    :  Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the Professor's Brain? (The Class broke out into Laughter )&lt;br /&gt;Student    :  Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's Brain, Felt it, touched or Smelt it? . . No one appears to have done so. So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that You have No Brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir? (The Room was Silent. The Professor stared at the Student, his face unfathomable)&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;Student    :  That is it sir . . .  Exactly !  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The Link between Man &amp;amp; GOD is FAITH&lt;/span&gt;.                        &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That is all that Keeps Things Alive and Moving&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865232374600133071-4702283552865640054?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/4702283552865640054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=4702283552865640054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/4702283552865640054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/4702283552865640054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2008/11/link-between-man-god.html' title='The Link between Man &amp; GOD???'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-6772359885293244038</id><published>2008-11-22T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:23:25.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needing a "Persona" Makeover!</title><content type='html'>The alarm on my phone rang with an Indian melody, a tune which I considered to be soothing... The more reason for me to fall back asleep, well, I arouse, having hardly any sleep the night, to THE day. My final day of exams, (i.e. final day of my college life...)&lt;br /&gt;Almost all my friends knew this due to my disproportionate, should I say…advertisement?  The verity was all over the place where my presence were noted, Facebook, MSN and what not, I had countdowns set to change every second, to much of the populace awe. :P    In point of fact, I was just too excited about it, I have had much of a comatose and basically, a lifeless life. It was as if I’ve been trapped in a time capsule which sucked all the vim and vigor of a young adolescent… all I had for more than a year was tests and lectures, the number of times I went out with friends for a movies needed less than a hand to be counted, yes, that was how pathetic it was. Well, being in a scholarship class meant, one would have to give up their lives to studies and nothing but. Nevertheless, it is no longer the same…or so I think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day and time that I have been waiting for, for more than a year had finally materialized.  I literally SOLED (Sigh-out-loud), as I shaded in the final answer on the OMR sheet. The head-Invigilator looked and smiled as I wilted myself on the chair and beamed widely. That was it, the end of my Pre-U course, on the record. Having said that, the ecstatic feeling of having accomplished something -the time to run wild-, died-out almost instantly. My friend Thongs and I looked at each other and went, “now what?” exactly!! What do we do, now that we’re done with it?? Pretty much nothing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next hour, I found myself, travelling alone in the teeming train at peak hour, back home. Is this what life is like? Or is it just me? I couldn’t figure… too much of thinking made me tetchy and things which irked me normally took an extra spice to it and it was kinda grievous. Even the way I spoke n treated my friends went acerbic. Gosh, I’m fed up, I’ve made a decision, I have to be less sympathetic, less sappy, less schmaltzy and turn stone-hearted, that was the possible reason why I was vexed more often than not. Hopefully, things will change hereafter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865232374600133071-6772359885293244038?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/6772359885293244038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=6772359885293244038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/6772359885293244038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/6772359885293244038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2008/11/needing-persona-makeover.html' title='Needing a &quot;Persona&quot; Makeover!'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-3867261860774409565</id><published>2008-10-13T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T04:27:13.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~CoLoUrS of My LiFe~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SPMvshm2b8I/AAAAAAAAACA/qGl5HVQ4iDA/s1600-h/My+Pictures2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256597632053571522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SPMvshm2b8I/AAAAAAAAACA/qGl5HVQ4iDA/s400/My+Pictures2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8865232374600133071-3867261860774409565?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3867261860774409565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=3867261860774409565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/3867261860774409565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/3867261860774409565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2008/10/colours-of-my-life.html' title='~CoLoUrS of My LiFe~'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SPMvshm2b8I/AAAAAAAAACA/qGl5HVQ4iDA/s72-c/My+Pictures2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-990965177494501054</id><published>2008-10-06T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:22:28.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY BirthDAY THEBA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SOo6gJmo6VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dc6PQwFteKU/s1600-h/theba+b"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254076239289313618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 461px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="325" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SOo6gJmo6VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dc6PQwFteKU/s400/theba+b%27dae+card.jpg" width="444" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthdays come and go each year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is yours, so don’t you fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conversations fill the air,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have joined you since we care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny jokes and laughs out loud,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will always be your crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many friends you haven’t seen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How long has it really been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We shall dance all through the night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until our spirits are truly light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Celebrate our dearest friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A birthday poem, we wish to send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Luv n Hugz, from, Kabin, Kannan, Yoges and Bala&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/8865232374600133071-990965177494501054?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/990965177494501054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=990965177494501054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/990965177494501054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/990965177494501054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-theba.html' title='HaPpY BirthDAY THEBA!!'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SOo6gJmo6VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dc6PQwFteKU/s72-c/theba+b%27dae+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-5574257584190948978</id><published>2008-10-04T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:50:00.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Collage..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SOeeYe9iWcI/AAAAAAAAABo/KpeKM2ozZ0E/s1600-h/My+Pictures1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253341633816189378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SOeeYe9iWcI/AAAAAAAAABo/KpeKM2ozZ0E/s400/My+Pictures1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my first attempt at creating a collage, n i'm proud of it.. lolz.. :D&lt;br /&gt;P.S.More to come in d future!&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/8865232374600133071-5574257584190948978?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/5574257584190948978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=5574257584190948978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/5574257584190948978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/5574257584190948978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-collage.html' title='My First Collage..'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SOeeYe9iWcI/AAAAAAAAABo/KpeKM2ozZ0E/s72-c/My+Pictures1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-1732180980784494292</id><published>2008-09-06T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:14:14.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DusK to DawN</title><content type='html'>WAaaaaaaaa......... came a shriek from d labour wad followed by a great sigh of relieve of a first time mother. It was the day, at dusk, which spread joy over the land of the 6th Kingdom, on the 6th day of d month September sum 2 decades ago... it was the day, I was born.. and again, today, being able to remember and be remembered by, has brought immense pleasure to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the stroke of midnight, I began receiving Calls... it came in a row as if it was all queued up for me to answer it cyclically... some of my very close friends called to wish me the preeminent of times to treasure. That contentment at that time I would reckon to have surpassed any of it I had of its kind... This year’s birthday was rather more out of the ordinary... I had people whom i never knew just the last birthday, pushing the boat out it with me this year... time really travels swift n changes a great deal... it made me feel loved and cared for, something which I hankered for, for ever and a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It seems both, gaiety and vivacity has overwhelmed me, not only for the friends I’ve made but also the family I have... most probably this would be d last for the next 5 years i will be celebrating my birthday with my loved ones as next year I would most certainly be far away abroad... I wish with all my might, that this bliss shall gratify my soul in years to come... with this, it would only be perceptible that I thank all those who had made this day even more greater..besides Mom, Dad, Siblings n Relatives, I am gratified to a few others including &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Tharma, Theba, Bala, Yoges, Kannan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Vishalene&lt;/span&gt;... Thank you guys and love yall loadz!! This day has made me realise many things.. AM contented.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God Bless!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It takes more than caringTo be a real friend;The nature of friendship;Requires a blendOf warmest compassionAnd love deep and trueTo reach and to comfortThe way that you do.Because I can seeThat your kind of friendshipIs priceless to me.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-KaBiNCaLaN-&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/8865232374600133071-1732180980784494292?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/1732180980784494292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=1732180980784494292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/1732180980784494292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/1732180980784494292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2008/09/dusk-to-dawn.html' title='DusK to DawN'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-6686426639672492386</id><published>2008-08-17T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:38:29.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU got TaGGed..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rules :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starting time: 1:59a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name: KaBiN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sister: 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brothers: 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shoe size: 9/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Height: 5'11"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where do you live: Bangsar n Country Homes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite drinks: margaritta?? anythin wud do la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite breakfast: anythin Simple?? Bacon n eggs?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane: DurH!&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: Yes..While laughing..haha&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: nope&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is your room like: dirty,messy n extremely cool n comfy..juz d way i like it..&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you: cellphone (as alwiz)&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: Pasta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever had chicken pox: dun remember!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sore throat: ages ago.. thank god&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: yes..minor one..&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: hmmm...LOVE doesn't come at first sight, itz more of the chemistry i s'pose..&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with: can't remember.. at prom..&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: Frens from S'pore..super funny ppl.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at: my bro..hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk to someone you like: maybe..&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone: no.. family counts??&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: slightly now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss someone: Yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best feeling in the world: when thousands/millions of ppl cheer 4 u/giv a standing ovation...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: no.. nunsense..&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: dun reli HAte anythin o anyone.. juz dislike maybe.. but i can still talk 2 'em aft some time, thtz me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What time is it now: 2:14am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Randoms :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: Is there a person who is on your mind right now: YES..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: Do you have any siblings: Yea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: Do you want children: y not?? not too many tho..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: Do you smile often: kinda..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: Do you like your hand-writing: haha.. yea..but still can improve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: Are your toenails painted: hahahaha.. no..&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: my parents'...&lt;br /&gt;Q: What colour shirt are you wearing: red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday: gettin ready 2 go fren's place 4 party..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: I can't wait till: I FINISH TIZ DAMNED A-LEVELS n LEAVE OVERSEAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: When did you cry last: dunno...&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person: only when i get 2 noe sumone..i think..&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any pets: siblings count?? hehe.. hav a dog n many lizards at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now? :God KNOWS!!&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now? : dun rember whoz hand i last held oso..hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on? : no..&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now? : chattin.. when i'm s'pose 2 be studyin..hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window? hahaha.. yea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you handle the truth? Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father? MoM!!&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of? God.. it was in d temple..&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved?: My family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you eat healthy? kinda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex? dunno..hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you? dun think i hav..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How often do you go to church? temple bout 2-3 times a month..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to? Mother maybe.. or sum close fren..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time? quite, but can talk alot oso..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago..(1998)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Hmm.... eat&lt;br /&gt;- sleep&lt;br /&gt;- shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-go 2 skul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-travel by skul bus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- eat&lt;br /&gt;- online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- watch olympic badminton match&lt;br /&gt;- chat wit a couple of ma besties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-sleep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- CHOCOLATES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Skittles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Potato chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- my finger?? Lol!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- buy a Bugatti Veron&lt;br /&gt;- Biggest hse in Tinsletown&lt;br /&gt;- give half of what i hav 2 my family members&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- 10% for charity&lt;br /&gt;- Build a Temple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 of my bad habits:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- LAzyness&lt;br /&gt;- hardly exercise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- too much onlining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- dun study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- long face.. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Setapak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Bangsar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Country Homes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- NS camp Dorm&lt;br /&gt;- Hotels in many places..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I’ve had:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- just student!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kesh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yoges&lt;br /&gt;Kirtti&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865232374600133071-6686426639672492386?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/6686426639672492386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=6686426639672492386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/6686426639672492386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/6686426639672492386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-got-tagged.html' title='YOU got TaGGed..!'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-3193443405723450234</id><published>2008-08-03T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:40:41.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inconvinient Truth -Tamil Version..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tiz came in a mail i received 2day.. some of the facts here are not exactly disputeable.. so, u noe ur Tamil(Indian) if u are....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1-You arrive one hour late to a party and find out you are the first one to arrive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2-You think it's perfectly normal to call someone who's 30 years younger than you 'anna'  just because he's behind a counter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3-You wear a suit to a wedding... and you are only 3 years old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4-The wedding takes an hour and the group pictures take five hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5-Your mom and sister together own more jewelery than a Chinese jewelery store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6-Your parents' idea of a vacation is to go down to the temples in India . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7-You talk for an hour at the front door when leaving someone's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8-The second your guests leave the house, your parents start talking about them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9-You rent a cassette from the grocery store, it's been dubbed 6 times... &amp;amp; you return it 3 months later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10-You go to a Tamil Cultural program only to find one barathanatyam and six hip hop shows. 11-You are somehow related to every new friend you meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12-Your remote control is still in its plastic packet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13-You get a 95% on a test and your parents ask What happened to the other 5%?!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14-You stare at Tamil people when they walk by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15-You see married couples kissing on TV but have never seen your Mom &amp;amp; Dad get within 3 feet of each another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;16-Your parents never address each other by name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17-When  you get your first part-time job, your parents expect you to give them half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18-Your mother has a minor dispute with her sister-in law and doesn't talk to her for 10 years. 19-Your parents say Swiss instead of Switzerland , Germany is German and England is London . 20-you go to a party and your aunt comments on how your skin color has changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;21-You watch a Tamil wedding tape and all the songs from Roja are dubbed in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;22-When the teacher took attendance and there was a sudden pause, you put your hand up and said 'here.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;23-You shortened your name to make it sound Anglo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;24-You have dinner at 10pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;25-When your parents say 'BBC' they don't mean the news station but your uncle Nathan or aunty Kamala. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;26-It's normal for all the relatives to bathe the groom on his wedding day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;27-You KNOW that your promiscuous second cousin on your father's side is pregnant even before she does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;28-Your aunties tease you about a particularly eligible cousin... &amp;amp; you like it!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;29-You serve all your guests tea with milk and 5 spoons of sugar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;30-You only stop putting more rice on your guest's dinner plate 7 times after they tell you to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;31-Anytime you speak back to your parents, you get: 'I toiled my life for you, and this is how you repay me?!' - 'Naanga eppadi khasta pattathukku nee ithuvum solluvae ithukku melayum solluvae!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;32-If you are a girl, you are expected to come home before dark - however if it's a son, 'OK rasa, jaakirathaa poitu vaa...' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;33-Halfway through your shower you realize that your Head and Shoulders shampoo is gone and has been replaced by Siyakkai shampoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;34-You walk in to another Tamil family's house and they have the same furniture and dining set as yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;agree?? no?? lolz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865232374600133071-3193443405723450234?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3193443405723450234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=3193443405723450234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/3193443405723450234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/3193443405723450234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2008/08/inconvinient-truth-tamil-version.html' title='The Inconvinient Truth -Tamil Version..'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-7186726470294327360</id><published>2008-07-06T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T03:48:59.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its in OUR Hands!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;“Friends…20 yrs ago, London hosted a historic concert which called for our freedom, your voices carried across the water... tonight we can stand before u freely, we are honoured 2 be back in London 4 this wonderful occasion, celebration, but as we celebrate let us remind ourselves that our work is far from complete, where there is poverty n sickness including aids, where human being is being oppressed there is more work 2 be done, our work is for freedom for ALL, friends n those watching all over d world, please continue supporting our 46664…we say tonight after nearly 90 years of life it is time… &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT IS IN UR HANDS NOW&lt;/span&gt;.. I thank u..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was quoted off &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nelson Mandela&lt;/span&gt;’s speech, marking his 90th Birthday Celebration in LONDON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I including this in here? Well, it was this speech that made me realize a lot of things... for one, it made me appreciate my life..&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have been melancholically lamenting bout my life right now, it just made me think “How lucky I am!” and “what have I done for the betterment of the world?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday people are enduring assorted range of torment and misery.. people are killed brutally, left to starve, die of infirmity like AIDS.. And all we do is to express grievance over this and that.&lt;br /&gt;I was dismayed after reading an article on how callously massacre is executed on innocent people of Zimbabwe who oppose the Mugabe tyranny… not just that, thiz events of atrocity is occurring all over the world in many places such as Darfur, where children starved to death n war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SHCh0BP4AQI/AAAAAAAAABU/YHfgR2bsazg/s1600-h/Darfur+In+Activism+2+Scream+copy[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219849883182694658" style="CURSOR: hand" height="293" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SHCh0BP4AQI/AAAAAAAAABU/YHfgR2bsazg/s400/Darfur+In+Activism+2+Scream+copy%5B1%5D.JPG" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn’t the world community doing anything to stop these atrocities?? Can’t the United Nations do Anything?? Why are humans getting so callous!!&lt;br /&gt;I read in today’s the Star newspaper of one of the most heartrending stories this entire week (read about Mugabe last week).. it was about a single parent who has a daughter, both living in Kuala Lumpur, all the mother earn is RM290 of her late husband’s pension, social welfare of RM80 and RM100 from baby-sitting a child- a total of RM460. living in dilapidated flat, she spends RM124 on rent and utilities for about RM45.. HOW on earth is she going to survive with this kind of petty cash with all the prices soaring over the mountains..?? If a Corrupted Government officer gave her merely 1% of his fraudulent corrupt money, she would be able to have decent meals, 3 times a day for a whole MONTH..!! due to financial convolution, she only cooks on weekends, when her daughter is back home, the rest of the week, she feeds on JUST 1 LOAF of bread, which lasts her for 4 days.. This is hardcore poverty (in my opinion)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I wish I may, I really Wish I might, do everything I can to FIGHT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We should all take a stand to fight Malevolence, poverty and Infirmities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~PEACE~ KaBiN&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/8865232374600133071-7186726470294327360?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/7186726470294327360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=7186726470294327360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/7186726470294327360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/7186726470294327360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-in-our-hands.html' title='Its in OUR Hands!!'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SHCh0BP4AQI/AAAAAAAAABU/YHfgR2bsazg/s72-c/Darfur+In+Activism+2+Scream+copy%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-8247711012259305787</id><published>2008-06-13T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T08:51:42.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLacK GoLd?? Reaally???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Petrol prices are soaring like no body's business! Now thtz no news.. but the thing is, i keep seeing price comparisons all over the place, papers, tv, petrol stations n wut not.. but i'm concern that Malaysian's might be fooled by these comparison.. the prices are ALWAYS compared with NON-OIL PRODUCING countries AND in Malaysian RINGGITS...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask me why! well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE Malaysia are an oil producing country, as we noe well, we produce some of the best lead-less, high quality petrol, but yet, as world petrol prices go up, petrol sold to itz citizens go up too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets do some simple Math, if u produce oil, and oil prices go up, who makes money?? U(the producer) or the buyer?? like DURH!! of coz itz U, tht means u earn more, more profit... and wut we get?? we ourselves pat more for petrol ACcording to the global market? WTF???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel weird writing this, but i just couldn't stand the atrocity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if u earn RM2000 a month in malaysia, and u pay RM2.70 for a litre of petrol whereas a Singaporean earns S$2000 pays S$2.260 per litre, who pays more??? comparing with how much one actually earn? and for heaven's sake, Singapore DOESN'T produce oil!! of coz if tiz were compared in Ringgits, it wud seem like s'poreans are paying more, tht is about RM5.++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's how we shud compare prices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SFKVWDVk0BI/AAAAAAAAABE/DdZhJHKLrNs/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SFKWX_YDsOI/AAAAAAAAABM/uq0MxQBj1mo/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211393057714581730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SFKWX_YDsOI/AAAAAAAAABM/uq0MxQBj1mo/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. hopefully its clear enough(click on the image n save it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAKE UP PEOPLE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865232374600133071-8247711012259305787?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/8247711012259305787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=8247711012259305787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/8247711012259305787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/8247711012259305787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2008/06/black-gold-reaally.html' title='BLacK GoLd?? Reaally???'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SFKWX_YDsOI/AAAAAAAAABM/uq0MxQBj1mo/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-7025887396092788965</id><published>2008-06-06T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:11:11.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Silly works and Naughty tricks (when we were little)</title><content type='html'>U know the times when you’re so bored when u’d just go add yourself to groups like &lt;em&gt;“I think its Bloody F**ked up when fuel &lt;/em&gt;pric&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;es&lt;em&gt; increase by 78cents!!”&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;“You are a Malaysian if u say -LAh!”..&lt;/em&gt; Well, I’m pretty sure at least Some of us would!&lt;br /&gt;Tht was exactly what I was doing today on Facebook.. I was so bored though I need to use all the time I have to revise for tht ongoing Examinations, but HELL NO!!! I’d rather be bored to death then study ma way to heaven.. Lolz!!(I’m not even laughing)- Typical!! I AM smirking though..&lt;br /&gt;Right, as I was saying, I was adding myself to sum groups, which were utter baloney.. there weren’t ANYthing constructive in sum of those groups, but still it is kinda fun at times when ur made &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;King of the Land of Ennui&lt;/span&gt;(its means boredom in non other than ENGLISH)!! Haha.. I came across a group which where dedicated to those growing up in the 90’s, like the things they remember doing as kids which was kinda a regular endeavor of most people that age.. However, it was more of a norm among Americans as it was created by one.. Hence, I thought I should come up wit my own list since there was NuThin Better for me to be done at the moment… (&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pun very much intended, by and to the writer&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is… for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;those of u who grew up during the 90’s, YOU(R)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. are able to ascertain, that Saturdays were worth waking up for, for the CARTOONS…&lt;br /&gt;2. knew that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; (later &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;) Ranger was Tommy, and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; was Kimberly, and they were, meant to be together... &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SEl673VrJ2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/m3bnrQphA-o/s1600-h/pr-movie-poster.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. had eraser( Rubber to Malaysians) wars with friends in school&lt;br /&gt;4. competed among friends of who had the most eraser collection..&lt;br /&gt;5. made paper scrunchies to determine who u’d marry in the future..&lt;br /&gt;6. kindergarten teacher used an &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; wooden ruler to beat u if u misbehaved…&lt;br /&gt;7. used Cassette cover(VHS) as pencil case at one time…&lt;br /&gt;8. watched Sesame Street n was a big fan of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Big Bird&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;9. played Super Mario on a “video-game”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SEl510G4I-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/6GsSDMKsydM/s1600-h/super-mario-bros.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. had computer classes at school and u used giant Floppy discs to save things…&lt;br /&gt;11. took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.&lt;br /&gt;12. had a ninja turtle/dragonball/sailormoon/hotwheels car toy&lt;br /&gt;13. gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"&lt;br /&gt;14. watched &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pinky and the Brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Happy Meals where you chose a Barbie or a Hot Wheels car&lt;br /&gt;16. remember Bill Nye the Science Guy and Art Attack&lt;br /&gt;17. smeared glue on your hand n peeled it off when it dries just for fun…&lt;br /&gt;18. u had autograph books…&lt;br /&gt;19. tomogotchi(sumtimes known as digimon) was the pet to have..&lt;br /&gt;20. played “tikam”&lt;br /&gt;21. hide n seek was the best game ever…&lt;br /&gt;22. caught grasshoppers for fun&lt;br /&gt;23. girls played batu seremban while the guys used to throw it on each other&lt;br /&gt;24. read &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Peter and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25. thought walkman was the coolest gadget&lt;br /&gt;26. Backstreet boys and spice girls were your idols…&lt;br /&gt;27. cried when Musafa died in Lion King&lt;br /&gt;28. Had very brightly &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt; mineral water bottles (Amazon) which u brought to school…&lt;br /&gt;29. Loved Tom and Jerry, Mr. Bean, Popeye, Ultraman, Daffy Duck, Tweety bird n Sylvester, road runner….&lt;br /&gt;30. made papers SNAP loudly by folding it in a triangular way…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could only think of these so far, i'll add more if i recall any..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. do let me know if u recollect any.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865232374600133071-7025887396092788965?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/7025887396092788965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=7025887396092788965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/7025887396092788965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/7025887396092788965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-silly-works-and-naughty-tricks-when.html' title='Of Silly works and Naughty tricks (when we were little)'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-791412790362088232</id><published>2008-05-13T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:17:36.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack OR SLog???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OMG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I’m only 5 days away from one of the most important examination! Itz AS(&lt;em&gt;Advance Subsidiary&lt;/em&gt;)!!! I’d have already started the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;much-awaited&lt;/span&gt; AS paper tiz time next week! And what am I doin about it now??&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt; I’m online chatting and posting tiz on my Blog.. How dismal is that??&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I’m sure many of us have done tiz, at some part of their lives.. But the thing is, I don’t remember being tiz lax when I had 2 do d SPM… I’m s’pose 2 be working my Ass off for AS, itz a part of the A-level examination, it’ll be deciding my Future! Quite literally!!&lt;br /&gt;So, should I be Slogging or remain slack as I am now??? Oh God, I just Pray 4 d best…&lt;br /&gt;I’ll probly update ma blog a little while later..&lt;br /&gt;Outta here for now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865232374600133071-791412790362088232?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/791412790362088232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=791412790362088232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/791412790362088232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/791412790362088232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2008/05/slack-or-slog.html' title='Slack OR SLog???'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-7190779817722849142</id><published>2008-05-04T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T06:01:19.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only child or One of many??</title><content type='html'>Just like any other Sundays, I woke up rather tardy, expecting breakfast to be laid out on the dining table… but instead, we( my family and I) went out for breakfast. I was fine with it, its fun goin out as a family when time permits, however, I thought to myself.. “Would it be more fun to be the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; Child of the family?” – I would have been given all the attention, and get everything I sought after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I am blessed wit 3 siblings by the way..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that thought just vanished after a while.. Few hours later, at home, the usual clamors of my younger brother and sis was not heard. I then went down to check out the source of that peculiar-ness. it then came to my knowledge that the both of them hav gone for Yoga lessons. “Ahh.. such tranquility…” I thought to myself. I was now in control of the TV which was earlier “&lt;em&gt;Ruled&lt;/em&gt;” by sis watchin silly cartoons. After awhile, mother suggested we go &lt;strong&gt;shop&lt;/strong&gt; (I’ve been wanting to buy some things for myself for some time now) And by &lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt;, she meant Dad, Mom and ME.. just the three of us!! Wow, it has been ages since I had a day out with ma parents-&lt;strong&gt;Alone.&lt;/strong&gt; I was excited!!&lt;br /&gt;Since bro and sis had to attend a birthday function later, and another bro having exams, only the Three (Mom, dad n Me) of us were free to go shoppin.. off we went just before lunchtime. On the way, we stopped for lunch, went to a few shopping malls, got most of the stuff we needed, including groceries, ma parents, naturally(old people) were tired, I suggested they went for a massage while I went off by myself to buy a Bag which I’ve been wanting… Well, I didn’t get the type I wanted, but I wasn’t poignant, I actually had fun shopping with my parents..&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking, would it Really be this fun &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; the time if I were the ONLY child?? Hmmm…. I do not think so.. I’m glad that I have siblings for company and also getting chance of being the only-child “occasionally”!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Do comment if u think otherwise.. thnks!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865232374600133071-7190779817722849142?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/7190779817722849142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=7190779817722849142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/7190779817722849142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/7190779817722849142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-like-any-other-sundays-i-woke-up.html' title='Only child or One of many??'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865232374600133071.post-7269322274898934812</id><published>2008-05-03T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:24:50.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scholastics Aptitude Test</title><content type='html'>It was half past six on a Saturday morning... A time at which was the Best 2 be enjoyed sleepin n dreaming of errrr... dreams... Well, that wasn't the case today; I was all dressed and got ready 2 head 2 a college(&lt;em&gt;not the one i'm studyin at&lt;/em&gt;) in Subang Jaya, the time has finally arrived, it was SAT test day..&lt;br /&gt;I had to be at the college by 0745hrs, hopped into the car and dad, acting as ma driver for the day, sped away.. and guess wut?? On the highway, hoping to beat time, dad took some other route, on and on it went, after 3 toll gates, we ended up in Shah Alam.. My heart almost stopped!! “Pa, where are we exactly?” Thank goodness he knew what he was doing.. we reached Subang in no time.. I had this fear, deep down bout this whole thing (the test). I in some way felt something was wrong somehow, for one thing, I dun undertake any significant event on a date summing to the number 3!! Really..! not that I am superstitious or what, that number just didn’t appeal 2 me..&lt;br /&gt;Having said tht, guess what was my test room number at the centre?? Yep, LT-3!! Hahaha.. that was it! Something hit me hard on the head, saying “what on earth are u thinking? Stop being dumb, doink!!” alright.. I went on confidently into the test room. Finished the test in about 4hrs later n came out jolly in good spirits.. Apparently, it wasn’t that bad after all… All’s well that end’s well innit?&lt;br /&gt;After I was back home, I slept off after answering the load of text messages I had in my inbox for the past 5 hours… got up in the evening and was bored stiff with not many programs on TV. I went online and surfed, and I was shocked 2 know that tiz 8o plus year old guy havin a blog, thtz when I decided it’s time for my long desire 2 create a blog, plus, I was bored 2 death and tiz may provide certain pastime to my over droning life. And thus Voila!! I gav birth(not quite literally..) to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;KaBz ChRoNiCLeZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Tiz first post maybe a bit dull, I’d try ma ultimate best 2 write up something much appealing in the future…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time… Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865232374600133071-7269322274898934812?l=kabincalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/feeds/7269322274898934812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865232374600133071&amp;postID=7269322274898934812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/7269322274898934812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865232374600133071/posts/default/7269322274898934812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabincalan.blogspot.com/2008/05/scholastic-aptitude-test.html' title='Scholastics Aptitude Test'/><author><name>KabinC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396849864928145373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ClPOOGRNtuQ/SR5-toL0dSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NptomSv3xvg/S220/mee+231ed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
