Soup of d' day

a confession

KANG — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 15:30:45 +0000

Yes fate. Somethings you think you can change but you cant. Somethings you are born to be with. What you can do is to live with it or make the most out of it. In front of many people, im a happy guy. But down inside my heart, im not. People don’t understand. They never been through. They are not me. But why are they putting blank conclusion together. There’s no point saying so much. Because you wont understand either. Its just a confession, that its so painful for me to smile. Im sorry i didnt mean to be emo here. But told you, its a confession.

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true colors of all of you!

KANG — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 14:25:22 +0000

I do not need to be the best.
I do not need to be the favourite in all your eyes.
and, I may not be as smart as all of you

but, one day

I will let you feel what it is like, to be a loser.
and on that very day, I will ask you this question,
“Do you remember the day you scolded my mum and insulted me?”

envy me.
I will prove my worth.
all of you have my word..

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NOW YOU KNOW..

KANG — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 15:40:42 +0000

Wonder how disaster get their names? Like Typhoon Parma, Hurricane Katrina, Sumatra earthquake etc etc..

During the 60s or 70s or 80s, there was this organisation that deal with this disasters. So one day someone stood up and say, ”These disasters need a name! They need to be identified!”. So they sat down and discussed what names and how to give those disasters a name. And one of them bang the table and stood up suddenly, with both his hands clenched and sticking on to the table. He looked up and browsed through everyone in the room and say, “We shall name the disasters.. after our wife”.

Hahaha! And thats how those disaster came with a name! Typhoon Jocelyn.. not a bad name.
Wifes are the disaster!
(P.s. The whole storyline is fiction but how the disaster came with a name is fact! They came with the names by their wife’s names.)

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DO YOU KNOW?

KANG — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 16:48:04 +0000

Wonder how disaster get their names? Like Typhoon Parma, Hurricane Katrina, Sumatra earthquake etc etc..
Hahaha! Linger around here to find out the answer!

On a serious side, Mother Earth is getting old. Just one month how many disasters had happened. Just one month, how many countries had suffered. Felt so fortunate to live in Singapore. The world is changing. The lands are moving and the winds are angry. Someone out there give some vitamins to our Mother Earth!
Anyway, stay tuned for my ‘DO YOU KNOW?’

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Jokes of the day!

KANG — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 16:22:13 +0000

A Really Bad Day

There was this guy at a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays like that for half of an hour.

Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just drinks it all down. The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says, “Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I’ll buy you another drink. I just can’t stand to see a man cry.”

“No, it’s not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous, fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police said that they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away.”

“I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison.”

Electric Train

A few days after Christmas, a mother was working in the kitchen listening to her young son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop and her son said, “All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now, cause this is the last stop! And all of you sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses in the train, cause we’re going down the tracks.”

The mother went nuts and told her son, “We don’t use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language.”

Two hours later, the son comes out of the bedroom and resumes playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say, “All passengers who are disembarking from the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for riding with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon.” She hears the little boy continue, “For those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all of your hand luggage under your seat. Remember, there is no smoking on the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today.”

As the mother began to smile, the child added, “For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen.”

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Quick Bites!

KANG — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 11:18:40 +0000

TELL ME HOW DO YOU MAKE A HALF BOILED EGG?

Out of 10 times, 10 times I fail. Either it become hard boiled egg, or just not boiled at all!

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Are You Scared?

KANG — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 18:39:30 +0000

Imagine, there are 4 guys holding knives going to get you, and you are trap into a corner. You know you can’t outfight them, death is just standing of you.
Imagine, you’re in a plane thats going down, towards a building. You know you’ll be dead. You can only pray for the miracle. But worst of all, you survive, but only to see your legs are severed. To see your arms are gone. Death is just around the corner but it only reach you so slowly and the pain you are bearing is so unbearable. Imagine, you are riding a motorbike. A car swerve into your lane so suddenly you have no time to react. You hit it with full speed. Next thing you know you are flying, and landing head down first. You know you’re gonna die a painful death. Imagine the pain reaching out to you and you’re left to die. You know it but death isnt here yet. You’re feeling the pain and you’re leading a slow painful death. Imagine, you are at that moment of time, will you be scared?

Between life and death, there is nothing.

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Missing? Think again! :)

KANG — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 20:47:16 +0000

Back again!

Just as you think im going missing, I appear again. So many weeks of neglecting my blog makes me forget my password. And that’s for my second time. Why do I stop updating all of the sudden? I wonder to myself too.. and I found out the reason. Everytime when I log in, I’ll stray abit into adjusting my themes, and then to custom header. At the same time on my mind, I had alot of things to say, to type it out. But I have the habit of looking for some other things in the wordpress other than updating. Slowly, I realise again of whats my motive of loggin in here. Then I click on the add new post button. While waiting for the page to load, I was thinking of how to start. Finally, the page loaded and I see the cursor blinking.. and I just stared at it – blankly. What do I want to write? I thought to myself. It seems like my whole mind is blank and as if there’s totally nothing really cool to update about. While both hands on the keyboard, my right hand head straight to the mouse, drag it diagonally up and click on the X red button as if to think that I totally have no intention to come to wordpress. This goes on and on and on everytime I log in. It amounts up. No more logging in. No more updates.
BUT, now im back. With full of things to type and making sure I dont lose my thoughts somewhere in my mind. Gf is in a orientation camp, internet got nothing to surf so I decided to log in and to give my fingers some work out.

Hope my mind doesnt eat up what im thinking anymore. And at least dont digest it along with my brain juice.
Speaking about juice, I miss her hell loads.

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I see spiderwebs man!

KANG — Fri, 15 May 2009 06:48:29 +0000

Its not that im lazy to update or what, just that i havent been online all this while. Haa. and surprisingly, but expected, i forgot my password. How funny. That password is supposed to be the most easy-remember of all.
Im gonna show you my ORD Dinner function pictures. Gonna ORD. Gonna gonna gonna gonna.

haha! its deliciouse okay!

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A happee post!

KANG — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 07:44:07 +0000

Okay, ive finally pass my TP, which feels damn good. Its my first license so you cant blame me for being so kuku. Hahahaha! I dont need to waste anymore money for lessons anymore. Yay! Good thing is my course expired the next day of my tp and if i fail, i have to extend it and its really depressing huh.

Happy post again because I AM GOING TO ORD IN 2 MONTHS TIME! Ord loh! Gonna get out of army life and totally enjoy the civilian life. Finding work at this timing is bad though..because of that stupid recession. Blah! See how it goes then.

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