tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197495212024-03-07T17:15:27.217+08:00桜 & 恋kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.comBlogger365125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-45804379522147967032013-01-30T23:08:00.002+08:002013-01-30T23:08:13.263+08:00learning I gotto learned to be more sensitive when comes to lady.<br />
I mean they are not like bros after all.<br />
Projecting insecurity is probably the last thing a guy can do to a lady.<br />
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Kaikai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-42849972488150947392012-11-23T23:51:00.002+08:002012-11-23T23:51:35.055+08:00Moving onthere this interesting HAHAHAHAH lady I'm talking to lately.<br />
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Let's see how it went :)kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-18001882888242491762012-10-06T19:35:00.002+08:002012-10-06T19:35:37.201+08:00Transient <br />
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<span lang="EN-US">I’m feeling stress. In the midst of transition
when finals exam draws near. I could have had stay in my previous job; its not demanding, good pay. It’s not what I want
to do. Perhaps, I have that desire to do something else. Choice made, I just
had to constantly remind myself to stay positive and to adjust to the new nature of work while keeping up
with my study. It’s possible to get the best from both side.</span></div>
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i really hope i can pull through.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6v_gOmVJ4I">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6v_gOmVJ4I</a></div>
kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-86583003190218669042012-09-19T12:00:00.000+08:002012-09-19T12:11:39.189+08:00Butterfly They says male tends to overestimate themselves more than their counter-parts within a group of friends. To me, the giving and receiving end of signal play a greater part. The judgment at the receiving end will be highly dependent on their <i>personal </i>perception which may not correlated with the one giving it <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif; font-size: 12pt;">(<i>I was reading stat text few days back</i>)</span>. So let’s us just be frank and direct.
Well, I had, abruptly. . .
Obviously it didn't went as plan.
So it brings us back to the little signals. Of late, our signals just seems to be being pretty inline. I liked the way how we thought of the same things, but I guess I just couldn't bring myself to being <i>frank and direct</i> after so many prior hiccups. Or should I just say that I’d already reach the limit of humbling down my lion’s pride. (Ha, push of blame)
Perhaps I’m happy with the random things between us but am definitely not contend with.
A relationship without friendship as base is not a house without the corner stone; a closely knitted friendship blooming into relationship is like a caterpillar morphing into butterfly; the pupae is the comfort zone; out of it come those fluttering wing for a new chapter!<br />
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kai<br />
takre care<br />
桜 & 恋
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Transition maybe the hardest; it can be the sweetest.
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kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-6017729089083525692012-05-01T17:22:00.003+08:002012-05-01T17:31:18.881+08:00WHINELongest time since i last posted something.<br /><br />This time I just wana whine.<br /><br />It's after exam and I wanted to organize something. I'm quite disappointed at the responses. <br /><br />Being busy to reply a "Yes" or "No" is never an excuse.<br /><br /><br />I wondered why people can take so long to reply to a simple messages. Even if it takes some times to reply, I think a reply like "Let me think, will get back to you" is a courtesy. Some mind game like "oh, if i reply too early, like i so free and available?" huh?<br /><br />Leaving things in mid air; and randomly sometime later for no particular reasons is insincere & irritating.<br /><br />In the end, i just simply call off the thing.. <br /><br /><br /><br />kai<br />takre care<br />桜 & 恋<br />='kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-23578868291102591482011-07-08T09:39:00.001+08:002011-07-08T09:55:56.939+08:0017 cowsThere a family. The father had just move on and left his 3 kids 17 cows to be shared in the proportion of ½ (eldest), 1/3(second son) and 1/9(youngest).<br /><br />Dispute among them soon after as they’re unable to get a whole number based on the fraction set.<br /><br />An elder man witnesses the situation and offers them his one and only cow to calm the situation.<br /><br />Now, the total number of cow is (17+1=18). <br />• To the eldest son (1/2 X 18 = 9 cows)<br />• To the second son (1/3 X 18 = 6 cows)<br />• To the third son (1/9 X 18 = 2 cows)<br /><br />(9+6+2=17 cows, which was the original sum the father had left for his children!)<br /><br />They soon return the 1 cow to the elder man and he has nothing to lose and salvage the situation among the 3 brothers.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_9nt2pUqNSyfILGDWxaT08p1tqmyKcR-RULyUWI5G_LZzXQfmpXSFS-8ElhqHbaG-ZxCkvbug_07eiDqzGrfKw-izbfarAKKGHOOqNOV58zGu3O6PyfK-lTFOYFTVdsH_q6RXww/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_9nt2pUqNSyfILGDWxaT08p1tqmyKcR-RULyUWI5G_LZzXQfmpXSFS-8ElhqHbaG-ZxCkvbug_07eiDqzGrfKw-izbfarAKKGHOOqNOV58zGu3O6PyfK-lTFOYFTVdsH_q6RXww/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626794275383142418" /></a><br /><br />kai<br />takre care<br />桜 & 恋<br />='kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-76188745998002906092011-01-02T01:05:00.002+08:002011-01-02T01:09:24.853+08:00ouch?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYNdyb2FcMGz_Nq3C6zpKm3lMv1opTJVgGtlVOCL08AwpqknNNtf_zjAjeL2lKN_8clQ7lbJ9fOzeVqDYwaYU9C-ni9cSXlPRk2gsP1dnJr-dsW1_QTB0Jn56_G32ExVGoyvn6A/s1600/ouch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYNdyb2FcMGz_Nq3C6zpKm3lMv1opTJVgGtlVOCL08AwpqknNNtf_zjAjeL2lKN_8clQ7lbJ9fOzeVqDYwaYU9C-ni9cSXlPRk2gsP1dnJr-dsW1_QTB0Jn56_G32ExVGoyvn6A/s400/ouch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557265718733719746" /></a><br /><br />They say, once bitten twice shy; so i kept my distance but you still catch my eye. .kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-72047509321053295572010-12-26T15:59:00.000+08:002010-12-26T16:00:00.283+08:00Miss you most at Christmas Time"In the springtime those memories start to fade <br />With the April rain <br />Through the summer days <br />Till autumn's leaves are gone <br />I get by without you <br />Till the snow begins to fall <br /><br />And then I miss you <br />Most at Christmas time "kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-30255835864987886812010-11-07T00:09:00.002+08:002010-11-07T00:13:22.161+08:00tick tock<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQN9sD-kUAce4qIs5dZsy0e7WER7LKoQu3CUEkiP4e77Bso1sqBl46Yw3L4FeGY6EnuB71s_ekuJw08SxzfQo_i3-EyscdxCm-B8yyMBeBdQ1lM6MjXVWK0ZmM46hLBuiGBpfJIg/s1600/last+min.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQN9sD-kUAce4qIs5dZsy0e7WER7LKoQu3CUEkiP4e77Bso1sqBl46Yw3L4FeGY6EnuB71s_ekuJw08SxzfQo_i3-EyscdxCm-B8yyMBeBdQ1lM6MjXVWK0ZmM46hLBuiGBpfJIg/s400/last+min.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536469977763053842" /></a><br /><br />Sometime, I really hate last minute arrangement, it seems as if you’re ‘available’ any time anywhere. <br /><br />Kai<br />Takre care<br />=’<br />桜 & 恋kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-52639486589491870392010-10-03T22:49:00.002+08:002010-10-03T22:53:55.029+08:00BY the seaI remembered the route we took, the hot milo you bought. The little conversation over the rock interrupted by some creepy crawlies. You kept staring into the horizon; thinking back, I thought you’were thinking of someone . . .<br /><br />I was back at east coast park. The tide of sea as if orchestrated by breeze accompanied by the rustle of leaves never failed to serenade me from within. They bring me smile. <br /><br />I’d found my refuge by the sea. <br /><br />Have you found one?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzg3aux6ap1I6dnw6f4IyBpjljXeY8TF6iiAhCbgkVNf6ohTWBQj0S3xrjN4MTxqGoee6Sej5L0LXcxugTdb7-EhO0t0vpklqfMsRtqtisRJ-f_IKZPUNBeHFPBR5lQwM0SG3apA/s1600/Shell_by_the_sea-224.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzg3aux6ap1I6dnw6f4IyBpjljXeY8TF6iiAhCbgkVNf6ohTWBQj0S3xrjN4MTxqGoee6Sej5L0LXcxugTdb7-EhO0t0vpklqfMsRtqtisRJ-f_IKZPUNBeHFPBR5lQwM0SG3apA/s400/Shell_by_the_sea-224.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523832861066433570" /></a><br /><br />kai<br />takre care<br />桜 & 恋<br />='kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-16749934526862207542010-09-09T22:40:00.006+08:002010-09-09T22:53:28.934+08:00NIce ladyThis morning I met her again, after alighting from bus. We exchanged smiles. The same smile I saw yesterday, radiant and full of compassion. <br /><br />I tapped my ez-link card; I took it out from my wallet in an attempt to pull through the ‘gantry’ as the bus captain scrutinized me impatiently. It didn't work. I searched my pockets frantically for coins but it didn't add up to the bus fare. The smallest notes I’d is $10. I wouldn't have second thought to drop a 2 dollar notes but $10 is a definitely no. I turned to the nearest passengers and ask for small changes; he flashed out his wallet indicating none. The lady beside too didn't have but she brought out a bag of coins and asked me to pay whatever the amount and returned the rest. ‘THANKS!’<br /><br />$1 down the chute, I dig the balance from my pocket and dung in. I tied a knot and return her the plastic. Saying ‘THANKS’ again. She said something which I can’t remember.<br /><br /> I make sure I had at least a dollar coins in my pocket that I won’t missed the chance again to return her the coins.<br /><br />She really did portrayed a good Samaritan.<br /><br />kai<br />takre care<br />桜 & 恋<br />='<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGdDAgeZ9LRYJxAal2Iwq_VJY3phd7vmhzghnJbD23OLaYXTKkIeOgZGyyMLiQLtmDHPYOUXq-D3meyJuI9bn3OGU7vLds9yLawN_9mA9eGzClldsv08l2yeSyFchNWKzdmHn-g/s1600/good+samaritan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGdDAgeZ9LRYJxAal2Iwq_VJY3phd7vmhzghnJbD23OLaYXTKkIeOgZGyyMLiQLtmDHPYOUXq-D3meyJuI9bn3OGU7vLds9yLawN_9mA9eGzClldsv08l2yeSyFchNWKzdmHn-g/s400/good+samaritan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514924560201260178" /></a><br /><br />PS: there is sitll some cash in the card; it just expired, i realize after .kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-40150780146000847672010-08-10T00:08:00.002+08:002010-08-10T00:14:17.234+08:00leave it to faTe.Someone who always seem happy maybe the saddest among you. This lady always seem cheerful, always grinning; I thought what a bubbly girl she must be! I was wrong when I chanced into her blog. I didn't know she’s that heartbroken and lonely. I’d always been intuitive enough to pick up little little signs, perhaps she really did masked herself well or rather I didn't know her well enough. Friends, be receptive. Sometime those that seems fine are the one in need.<br /><br />The irony comes when I wanted to help but couldn't. I don't want misunderstanding like “oh, I’m interested in you and hence talking you round”. I mean I only knew her for days then suddenly shown concern into her personnel life. So I shan’t do anything and hopefully her friends may offer some help. That's the problem of thinking too much with me, sometimes.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLtDTyZWoxjalT1OsHCM8QQ_KAdTXlum7jUqRLtW5NN4C5n34-PEPtDVAl-aVgOP1aby-28bKbIcrvvYxcJGvqS3ZvhcduqVeO8jOF2sVRnOx1Jn4qosJJhHJ78rkjiixESFIxg/s1600/youthinktoomuch.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLtDTyZWoxjalT1OsHCM8QQ_KAdTXlum7jUqRLtW5NN4C5n34-PEPtDVAl-aVgOP1aby-28bKbIcrvvYxcJGvqS3ZvhcduqVeO8jOF2sVRnOx1Jn4qosJJhHJ78rkjiixESFIxg/s400/youthinktoomuch.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503443658577545698" /></a><br /><br />Night people.<br /><br />kai<br />takre care<br />桜 & 恋<br />='kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-13687443571628089462010-08-05T22:31:00.006+08:002010-08-05T22:58:49.160+08:00"积少成多"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgai08N-T2ON1tE3MTVE3RDEKoUbzBjAZey5shDNtdtIijn3a310ujFPyH-iGefxRkbDJUgjTU6uWTvdVORAa4GtWeLqAZzmP0r3o_BFUjofIH6DeBY7XFAuB_GZdlxrg_FL8FoKQ/s1600/DSC00715.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgai08N-T2ON1tE3MTVE3RDEKoUbzBjAZey5shDNtdtIijn3a310ujFPyH-iGefxRkbDJUgjTU6uWTvdVORAa4GtWeLqAZzmP0r3o_BFUjofIH6DeBY7XFAuB_GZdlxrg_FL8FoKQ/s400/DSC00715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501935641090533730" /></a><br /><br />"积少成多"<br />many a little makes a little <br /><br />kai<br />takre care<br />桜 & 恋<br />='<br /><br />PS,<br />300 000 YEN approximately = SGD $4k.<br />"It will only happen when you put $50 bucks each day" someone says . . .<br />i jux laugh . .kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-15585108443944360272010-07-26T22:45:00.004+08:002010-08-05T22:58:20.930+08:00For a while . . .On the first day of my sec school, he signals me to sit beside me. I guess he knew I was from the same pri school. I can’t remember much about the initial conversation. It probably revolved round beng wan primary school. <br /><br />The four of us somehow became very close; our friendship deepened through the up and down of NPCC days. I’d fond memories during those days. I remembered our NCO training back at Mont Hill Sec School. As usual we cooked up some excuses to leave camp early without landing ourselves in jeopardy. Stomachaches, feeling unwell or urgent matters to look into back at home are the usual excuses. Now I wondered “Why aren’t the teachers suspicious when the 4 of us always ‘disappear’ together?” So we left the campsite, it started raining heavily. There was no shelter. Either the four of us or 2 shared one poncho, braving through the rain. I started singing some NPCC songs and the rest joined in. We do look like some idiots; but those were really the good old days.<br /><br />Lots of things changes; from the days we played catching during recess to focusing more on our studies during upper secondary school days. He work hard and top our cohort that year.<br /><br />He is my good friend, Ryan or rather ‘Lion’, which I often used to address him. He’d passed on recently. <br /><br />I thank you Ryan for your little gesture, asking me to sit beside you; my first day would have been lost. <br /><br />I didn’t think much, less appreciate those little things and memories till the tragedy. We only come to be grateful for certain things when we lose it. So friends treasure those moments, little things you’d spend with people around you.<br /><br />Having said all this, I think I may just forgotten about all these in months times. We’re human afterall. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic0dCxDJmGhs5x6H-rOUAZjVeJsrLHnY3RsBtAKovrnh7PyKqsQtSHAZvI9R5zc08QdwQxe-hrYVM6wGy28kOv2p_xVBRGvotBp84a4OTi-VoED09Fv7RPwepdEqafjiNVK1NimA/s1600/the-memories-change-as-i-g.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic0dCxDJmGhs5x6H-rOUAZjVeJsrLHnY3RsBtAKovrnh7PyKqsQtSHAZvI9R5zc08QdwQxe-hrYVM6wGy28kOv2p_xVBRGvotBp84a4OTi-VoED09Fv7RPwepdEqafjiNVK1NimA/s400/the-memories-change-as-i-g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498228039291254834" /></a><br />abstracted from <a href="http://packphour.wordpress.com/">http://packphour.wordpress.com/</a><br /><br />kai<br />takre care<br />桜 & 恋<br />='kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-8982144984527853742010-06-28T22:04:00.004+08:002010-06-28T22:19:38.098+08:00i thought . . .The strange behavior of this uncle had caught my attention of late. Almost every morning, I will see him with an umbrella underneath his underarm, scratching his head then unclipping his watch, slide it back and forth before clipping it back. It happened for 2 weeks. I concluded the observation as “<a href="http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/obsessive-compulsive-disorder-ocd/index.shtml">obsessive compulsive disorder</a>”. As urgent need to engage in certain ‘ritual ‘.<br /><br />I brought this up with a good friend over cup of tea. He mentioned that must be a <a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-are-kinetic-watches.htm">kinetic watch</a>; which need constant movement to keep it moving. I was like “Oh!”<br />Here I’m sitting down feeling skeptic. I have my reasons:<br /><br />- Must he wait till he get to the bus stop and start moving his watch?<br />- How about the pre-action before the sliding of watch; referring to the scratching of hair.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQM7bL_EiytQEdGXJSvJmjxYCmh8LTlPSvhIg7971PQ3EDsyCeDVRZcdpq2vYT2Kvmlt5aY_yN6pDiC5RJ1c_6ikGyQrEhbgUfKhqEnPADwjMedaYCcqCx_wdmPGg6f1y5F7PWNA/s1600/ocd_280610.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQM7bL_EiytQEdGXJSvJmjxYCmh8LTlPSvhIg7971PQ3EDsyCeDVRZcdpq2vYT2Kvmlt5aY_yN6pDiC5RJ1c_6ikGyQrEhbgUfKhqEnPADwjMedaYCcqCx_wdmPGg6f1y5F7PWNA/s400/ocd_280610.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487826274448859554" /></a><br /><br />kai<br />takre care<br />桜 & 恋<br />='<br /><br /> Well, it just my thought, not concluding anything. . . =/kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-42598163090483555652010-06-06T22:07:00.003+08:002010-06-06T22:23:32.102+08:00Sound right? Think again maybeI misinterpreted some songs back when I was younger.<br /><br />Transformers robot ‘in the sky’ thats what I thought the theme song was sang then. It was only after the movie adaptation that I realize is ‘robot in disguise’. Come to think of it, not all the autobots or villan-bots can fly right?<br /><br />London Bridge is falling down . . . . ’my friend ready’, and we will grasp whoever went between the arms. Why would I think ‘my fair lady’ is the right lyric when it didn’t sound right? My fair lady, when a guy caught between arms?<br /><br />Many a time, we presumed things are right, just because they ‘sounded’ right. Just that ‘blink’ instant, by-passing all the possible logical thinking. Well we do have 5 senses; and we can’t allow one to decide all, no?<br /><br />Hmmm?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhX5Tl1s08NtzEXwyCA8A_Zu8aY6s75ATeGOLgxgitz_jeIfK3ciYi_e25diTUCwDv7BxZK5aEjFfsoUhsYkxVqdjCTvDq-icezSdXQ3TVp5bdWm4COJENEd04dbh-hhZkJL0Gjw/s1600/chinese-symbol-for-listen.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhX5Tl1s08NtzEXwyCA8A_Zu8aY6s75ATeGOLgxgitz_jeIfK3ciYi_e25diTUCwDv7BxZK5aEjFfsoUhsYkxVqdjCTvDq-icezSdXQ3TVp5bdWm4COJENEd04dbh-hhZkJL0Gjw/s400/chinese-symbol-for-listen.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479665308248615538" /></a><br /><br />Of late, I had the habit to pair my post with an image. I google-ed the word ‘listen’ and came across the Chinese character “聴”. Immediately, I recalled my Chinese teacher saying the character itself comprises of an ‘ear’, 10 ‘eyes’ and a heart. Next time when you heard something, make sure it seems right and feel right before concluding something! <br /><br /><br />kai<br />takre care<br />桜 & 恋<br />='kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-12069562836297595232010-05-11T01:19:00.002+08:002010-05-11T01:32:54.810+08:00LOSTSome had congratulated me on my ORD. Many had asked me “So how the taste of freedom, after ORD?”<br /><br />I usually replied with “Great, thanks”. I knew, however, the real “freedom” was during NS. I just had to meet the basic obligation of waking up @ ‘stipulated’ timing, conduct roll-call, routine works, and sleep and look forward to Friday, praying Sunday will come a bit later. That’s it. I knew Army is a time to plan/draft out your plan. I know what I wanted. However to proceed, I need to have a place in local University; which I’m still waiting; chances are definitely low, now.<br /><br />So what’s plan B?<br /><br />To study overseas; I’d always loved that. Money will be an issue. Yet to discuss with my dad and I will be going down for some of their open house during 29 MAY to check it out.<br /><br />C?<br /><br />SIM? Business? Accountancy, Banking, Finance, Economics, Business management all came toppling over me? In order not to be behind time, I go ahead with courses offered by UOL. Drop by 14 MAY to check it out. I’d till June.<br /><br />D?<br /><br />NIE? Teacher? Uncle just gave me this suggestion. I’m confidence to tutor individual; but to a class? Stable rice bowl, yes. To be a responsible good teacher, passion is required! I hope I will find that somehow.<br /><br />E?<br /><br />I had looked up other private institution like Klpan University. They do have some interesting courses like Bsc in Health Sciences & Bsc in Criminal Justice. KU is interesting; most of the studying/lessons is based online. Online reviews About the U aren’t really that promising though. . .<br /><br />Meanwhile I’m waiting to commence on my temp job in 2 weeks times. While waiting, gym-ing, swimming to pass my day. + start requesting for an appealing letter from my lecturer. I had to sadly put my advance diving course aside.<br /><br />I still keeping my finger cross still. . <br /><br />I don’t wanna stuck @ this cross road.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeijGYnFSrdoch9_e31LxNdlI11102gj0_kZdtVHvyrukeDGE0wCjTY0XvZTj71TiKtFErOY1PUQKiUOAkxhNq4PdY3kKnJrcB9p3JIEFRqJ2DVABTHF06I1r6nHqeT6IOqntyUQ/s1600/imagesCATRJ695.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeijGYnFSrdoch9_e31LxNdlI11102gj0_kZdtVHvyrukeDGE0wCjTY0XvZTj71TiKtFErOY1PUQKiUOAkxhNq4PdY3kKnJrcB9p3JIEFRqJ2DVABTHF06I1r6nHqeT6IOqntyUQ/s400/imagesCATRJ695.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469695603231956482" /></a><br /><br /><br />kai<br />takre care<br />桜 & 恋<br />='<br /><br />PS: I had already favourite NUS & NTU appealing page; 26 MAY and 20 MAY respectively. . .kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-1483029094495203032010-05-04T10:43:00.002+08:002010-05-04T10:46:37.099+08:00letting goIt’ll be a lie if I said I’d let go. I sunk myself with many logical reasons; only realizing that it was my failed attempt to run away.<br /><br />Don’t say I don’t even try now. Thick skin as I am, must be shy after bitten so many times right?<br /><br />I guess the only time I’ll totally let go is when she found the special someone. .. <br /><br /> There is a time when closets must be cleaned out, pictures put away, and a new door to be opened.<br /><br />Till then!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVIscSWK1__LmH9LEISlDbNh2fbJA57QR8mjDyNYamiUkcuCMagkeOJcmsUlz1qBSl378Y17cHgki6DpNK3YwZLS5_pMxgIVaMJ9fLI6j9hFWCgYtJCHb1X9DT3cgTHwMOhF6hA/s1600/lettinggo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 393px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVIscSWK1__LmH9LEISlDbNh2fbJA57QR8mjDyNYamiUkcuCMagkeOJcmsUlz1qBSl378Y17cHgki6DpNK3YwZLS5_pMxgIVaMJ9fLI6j9hFWCgYtJCHb1X9DT3cgTHwMOhF6hA/s400/lettinggo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467240740159623378" /></a><br /><br />kai<br />takre care<br />桜 & 恋<br />='kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-13052791313252492042010-03-21T19:01:00.004+08:002010-03-21T19:37:27.314+08:00TOKYO-YUIThis song talks bout putting everything down and venture into the unknown (new journey); If I became cowardly, I would be cut off there. I let something go and take something;if it’s that kind of repetition? I can’t simply choose the right thing. It’s fine being full of mistakes as each journey that comes with... the next morning has its doubtful places, right?<br /><br />always will remain 1 of my fav from YUI. everything to it is nostalgic; like YUI leaving everything behind for TOKYO will face the journey once army is over~<br /><br /><a href="http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/oSQKbNrGSLU/"></a>kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-60626315502780123962010-02-21T20:49:00.003+08:002010-02-21T20:55:52.240+08:00my umbrella comes back to me .The afternoon rain brings me back in times again when I was back in secondary school. Those days when it rain, I will choose from the umbrellas available to shelter me to school. . If I’m lucky the plain colour one is available to choose; if it’s taken by someone else then I’d to take those flowery one. It’s embarrassing but it serves it purpose anyway.<br /><br />That rainy day, I was lucky, a black umbrella! When I reached a shelter just before the zebra crossing; I saw this 2 girls rooted there; they just can’t barged into the rain, I guess. I offered to 1 of the girls and dashed across the zebra crossing to school. Nearly bang by car la! <br /><br />The recess bell for lunch break goes; I saw my umbrella stranded by the walkway. I reclaimed it thinking: “So much for being a gentleman, and the umbrella got dumped there.” . . .<br /><br />It took me awhile to recall this: I told 1 of the girls to left it at the walkway, saying I will collect myself later.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh843jOc2Ml7QOzmP8lTYeP3tA7Hz9RUgNIN1KZivSVTpFk5AVk8sfeM9p7MWCebHxhlnXnaqyrBJgkbbQSsL_M6shgs3dPquFvPUBpqztfTZgTBPMp7TrdiCUre3pcz6z4xHXkPw/s1600-h/black-umbrella.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh843jOc2Ml7QOzmP8lTYeP3tA7Hz9RUgNIN1KZivSVTpFk5AVk8sfeM9p7MWCebHxhlnXnaqyrBJgkbbQSsL_M6shgs3dPquFvPUBpqztfTZgTBPMp7TrdiCUre3pcz6z4xHXkPw/s400/black-umbrella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440678563604683106" /></a><br /><br />I can’t remembered who I’d lend to and I cant remembered their face too. ... <br /><br />takre care<br />kai<br />=’<br />桜 & 恋kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-55310339295792820332010-01-31T22:29:00.002+08:002010-01-31T22:32:12.624+08:00FOOT ROTAF FIRST WHAT THOUGHT WAS DRY SKIN, TURN OUT TO BE FOOT ROT AFTER DOC. EXAM.<br /><br />FROM PINKY TOE, TO HIS BRO, TO HIS SIS THEN TO MOTHER, LEAVING THE FARTHER BIG TOE UNAFFECTED BY THE VIRUS. . .<br /><br />STAND STRONG BIG MAN! <br /><br />IT KINDA IRONIC THAT I DONT GET IT FROM OUTFIELD BUT HERE .. .kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-38413184610238248742010-01-31T12:39:00.001+08:002010-01-31T12:44:53.744+08:00The night linger still. . .Last Friday was tired max out. Book out, heading straight from camp to Ubi for my driving lesson; i stopped by a coffee shop at EUNOS for my dinner. I felt a bolt of loneliness strike me as i sat by myself in a round table. The world was as if a vacuum around me, oblivious to my surrounding at that instance, before the clock start clicking and i could again feel the crowd around me. Sometime, you just wish someone special will be there by your side. . . “If there's somebody calling me on<br />She's the one” . .. <br /><br />Oh well . . . my thought was disrupted when a handicapped man approached me with a pail, pleading for money. I knew i had some coins, a dollar and probably some other random coins from the change i had from my meal.. I dig into my pocket, but only manage to fish out 30 cents, i dropped them into his pail and continue eating. When he walked away, i dig in again to check for coins, as i’m sure that there should be a least a golden coin somewhere, i felt it, dig it out and wanted to pass to him but he was at another table; i put it back and continue eating. I felt disgusted after awhile, and couldn’t come to a conclusion.<br /><br /> I head to bus stop with my bag-pack (i was still in uniform), and take a bus down to UBI. I was half and hour early; found a place to sit down and wait; thinking nothing. Before long, lesson start . . . end and catch up with MEL. . . e night linger . . <br /><br /><br />takre care<br />kai<br />=’<br />桜 & 恋kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-27540527646491823882010-01-24T19:16:00.001+08:002010-01-24T19:23:59.884+08:00Lonely Septemberi can really identify with this song . . .<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_QK-sXBPAA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_QK-sXBPAA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I'm sittin' here all by myself<br />just tryin' to think of something to do<br />Tryin' to think of something, anything<br />just to keep me from thinking of you<br />But you know it's not working out<br />'cause you're all that's on my mind<br />One thought of you is all it takes<br />to leave the rest of the world behind<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did<br />And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did<br />And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did<br />And you didn't mean to love me back, but I know you did<br /><br />I'm sittin' here tryin' to convince myself<br />that you're not the one for me<br />But the more I think, the less I believe it<br />and the more I want you here with me<br />You know the holidays are coming up<br />I don't want to spend them alone<br />Memories of Christmas time with you<br />will just kill me if I'm on my own<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did<br />And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did<br />And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did<br />And you didn't mean to love me back<br /><br />I know it's not the smartest thing to do<br />we just can't seem to get it right<br />But what I wouldn't give to have one more chance tonight<br />One more chance tonight<br /><br />I'm sittin' here tryin' to entertain myself with this old guitar<br />But with all my inspiration gone it's not getting me very far<br />I look around my room and everything I see reminds me of you<br />Oh please, baby won't you take my hand<br />we've got nothing left to prove<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did<br />And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did<br />And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did<br />And you didn't mean to love me back, but I know you did<br /><br />And I didn't mean to meet you then<br />we were just kids<br />And I didn't mean to give you chills<br />the way that I kiss<br />And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did<br />And you didn't mean to love me back but I know you did<br />Don't say you didn't love me back 'cause you know you did<br />No, you didn't mean to love me back<br />But you did<br /><br /><br />whenever this song was played in my MP3; i jux thought of ukai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-84285176166072046252010-01-17T21:02:00.001+08:002010-01-17T21:08:54.031+08:00Young and navie . . .Memory brings me back to times when i was in PRI 3, back in DQPS before i got transferred. I was sitting beside this girl. I remembered she’s a peranakan; very tall for our age; tan . . . .<br /><br />She said “when the clock struck 12 noon, let’s make a wish and it’ll come true”<br />We sat down, side by side on our seat, eyes gluing to the’ second hand’ of the wall clock.<br /><br />“Ready, GO” <br />I close my eye, fingers interlocked, elbows resting on the table: “I wish I can marry her”<br /><br />We didn’t share our wishes, and i can’t remember what happened after.<br />Back then i don’t even know what is love, what is to be in a relationship, less about marriage, even till now I can feel it, know it but not experiencing it . . . maybe its something that can never be explain or understand. <br /><br />Just don’t lose your sanity, dignity, identify to love; i read it somewhere. . . <br />Kai<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://www.commentsyard.com/"><img src="http://www.commentsyard.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/lover-couple.jpg" alt="lover-couple" /></a></p><a href="http://www.commentsyard.com/comments/love/">Love</a> | <a href="http://www.commentsyard.com/innocent-love/">Forward this Picture</a><br /><br /><br />Takre care<br />=’<br />桜 & 恋kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19749521.post-56999777294236687332010-01-10T00:49:00.002+08:002010-01-10T00:51:37.566+08:00rain rain . . .it was raining heavily; both Su-ho and Su-eun were in a little hut.<br /><br />"Wonder if rain comes in drop, or in thread" Su-Ho.<br /><br />Su-eun immediately tip-toed and gently kissed him on the lip. That moment, as if freezes in time for Su-Ho; he can see the droplets of rain.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrUlmP3MTPDM2WBF7fc7S9hd_AkSnzzUdiG39_lykif_vXBb671lY8Z3fH_AZ9q5UsI75WZj1svOLb41oU7VFKd3o14PhD22XzAVpErBKPNGKCs1ysgs1YLa8L_DeJu98du2kepA/s1600-h/Rain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrUlmP3MTPDM2WBF7fc7S9hd_AkSnzzUdiG39_lykif_vXBb671lY8Z3fH_AZ9q5UsI75WZj1svOLb41oU7VFKd3o14PhD22XzAVpErBKPNGKCs1ysgs1YLa8L_DeJu98du2kepA/s400/Rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424783693712632754" /></a><br /><br />Takre care<br />kai<br />=’<br />桜 & 恋kai/kaispiralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025387382409534531noreply@blogger.com2