<?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-5302463459607845932</id><updated>2011-08-09T22:45:09.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronson's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-5666695868996107417</id><published>2010-11-12T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T02:36:27.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of life</title><content type='html'>Been "years"  since I posted my last post and I can sadly say that life is getting meaningless.. Always at a point of stage, we all should look back and reflect on our life and see what went right and where went wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my own, its really going in the wrong direction.. As most of you should know, I am 23 this year.. Living as the youngest of 4 siblings is not a blessing as most of you might think of it to be.. When I was born, I have a gap of 12 years with my before-me brother and a 18 years gap with eldest sister.. Growing up in such a family made me mature faster and learnt to see the world in another perspective.. I never understand the way others lead their life.. By the age of 14, I am left alone to explore the world of adolescence.. The friends I made along the way was of the same mindset, everyone was of the same mindset.. Till a younger generation came in.. I remembered the first day of school when I was Sec 4.. The moment I walked into school, I saw Sec 1 playing "Catching".. I was like.. What's the world becoming! As the day goes by, they became more childish and playful, and soon the lower sec seems to become primary school students..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in sec 1, the popular stuff to do was magic-card games, basketball, board games, computer games, actively in CCA.. Never was there any act of childish mischief, nor "catching". Soon I discover that those who are born at 90's have this generation gap with the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lets side track a little. The reason why I am writing this post s due to a Facebook video i saw from a friend of mine. Its done by a guy who spend 30 years on games and now he is under achieving and divorced. This lead to me to think of the times I spent on Tv and maplestory. In his video, he mentioned stuff like.. what's the point of getting to level 80 in a game.. if you take the time you spend there and make use of it by spending more time with friends, family and exercise, we would be different.. Its true how technology has taken over our life, how facebook have changed the life of everyone around us.. Back in my days, there was only MIRC and Friendster which was just a page and a chat room for use to get to socialise.. It was not as addictive as Facebook.. Facebook has become a addiction to most people, commenting.. posting pictures.. playing the games there.. chatting there.. but once again, back to the ultimate question.. what do you benefit from it after all the "fun"? When you are 60, will you remember what you commented today? I used to watch a lot of tv too.. Chasing drama night after night.. then one day, I went for a camp with lasted 3 days 2 nights.. and ever since then.. I forgot what is tv.. Why are the people of today chasing after tv, facebook and games? I really wish to get out of this vicious cycle but how can I motivate myself when I turn to my left and right, I see everyone doing the same old thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. kicking myself is not going to working.. its an addiction we all have to put an end to it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-5666695868996107417?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/5666695868996107417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=5666695868996107417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5666695868996107417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5666695868996107417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2010/11/reflections-of-life.html' title='Reflections of life'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-3794298905971789734</id><published>2010-08-16T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:19:02.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day..</title><content type='html'>hmm.. Today is a Sunday.. Went to work.. Super slow day.. But well, no matter how slow it is, it still will come to an end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot is happening and am feeling so trapped in it.. Taking a break was never an ideal plan for me.. Nothing will be solved at the end of the week.. Just making me feel like breaking off all communication since you do not even feel like communicating, then I shall not put in the effort to.. Just have this feeling that at the end of the break, things will become very bad.. But once again, you are prepared for it more than you are trying to make things better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we just know the path we would all end up with.. but the attachment we have now, just stop us from walking onto the path.. Maybe at the end of our break, I will be ready to walk the path which I already should have walked long time ago.. Since now, I no longer feel that you are walking on the same path with me.. I am getting ready to walk the path of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did not do my school stuff again.. another less day to work harder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick myself again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newest Goal --&gt; EAT, EXERCISE, SLEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-3794298905971789734?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/3794298905971789734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=3794298905971789734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/3794298905971789734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/3794298905971789734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day.html' title='First Day..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-3939079465988295371</id><published>2010-07-08T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:58:59.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://bronson.blog.friendster.com/2007/10/what-is-love/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link to What is love?"&gt;What is love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;small&gt;October 23rd, 2007  by bronson&lt;/small&gt;            &lt;p&gt;LoVe is a four letter word, that can mean so much..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To love someone, it can be a wonderful feeling.. if it is true love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A false love.. is just something we go through so that we won’t feel  alone, or want to believe so that we can feel secure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To be told by someone that they love you, can be one of the best  feelings in the world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And to love that same person back, is an even greater feeling.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But still, what exactly is love?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is it just a feeling or emotion.. or just a infectious disease that  everyone wants to have a part of.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No one can really give a meaning to it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because everyone feels it in a different way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But still everyone searches for answers and meanings.. Am I in love?  How do I know?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It starts of as a feeling, an affection towards someone, someone you  think of constantly and would do anything for. Someone you know you can  trust and will respect you for who you are. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Honesty is a strong quality of love, because if there is already a  flaw, this strong bond already has a weakness. It’s still not too late  to mend it. So this is where trust comes in. Once you are able to trust  one another, you have overcome a big obstancle in your relationship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love isn’t just about serious feeling, or thoughts. its also about  commitment and friendship, good times and laughter. To be happy is also  another great feeling, which everyone needs to experience one in a  while.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are only able to love someone when you can see past their  imperfections, and see deep into their heart and personality.. seeing  them as they really are, only comes from getting to know them.. so love  at first sight is that really possible?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think loving someone at first sight is just falling in love with  their looks, it’s only once you really get to know them, you will then  discover so much more than you can ever imagine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love makes your heart skip a beat, everytime you feel their persence,  love is what you feel, when just by looking at them you know theres  something wrong and woud do anything to help, love is when you truly  feel connected and respected, and know you will always be there for each  other.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everyone needs to feel loved, because that’s what makes the world a  better place. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So what is love again???&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-[B]ronson-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-3939079465988295371?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/3939079465988295371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=3939079465988295371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/3939079465988295371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/3939079465988295371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-7365350816555482037</id><published>2010-07-08T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:56:00.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts about our lives..</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://bronson.blog.friendster.com/2007/10/paradox-of-our-times/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link to Paradox of Our Times"&gt;Paradox of  Our Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;small&gt;October 15th, 2007  by bronson&lt;/small&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today we have  bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have more degrees, but less common sense; more knowledge,  but less judgment;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have more experts,  but more problems; more medicines, but less wellness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast,  get to angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too  little, watch TV too often, and pray too seldom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have multiplied our  possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too little  and lie too often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life; we’ve  added years to life, not life to years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have taller  buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’ve been all the way  to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the  new neighbour.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space. We’ve split  the atom, but not our prejudice; we write more, but learn less; plan  more but accomplish less.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’ve learned to rush,  but not wait; we have higher incomes, but lower morals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We build more computers to hold more information, to produce  more copies, but have less communication. We are long on quantity, but  short on quality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the times of  fast foods and slow digestion; tall men and short character; steep  profits and shallow relationships.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More leisure and less fun; more kinds of food, but less  nutrition; two incomes, but more divorce; fancier houses, but broken  homes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That’s why I propose,  that as of today, you do not keep anything for a special occasion, but  every day that you live is a special occasion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Search for knowledge, read more, sit on your front porch and  admire the view without paying attention to your needs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spend more time with  your family and friends, eat your favorite foods, and visit the places  you love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a chain of moment of enjoyment, not only about  survival. Use your crystal goblets. Do not save your best perfume, and  use it every time you feel you want it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remove from your  vocabulary phrases like "one of these days" and "someday". Let’s write  that letter we thought of writing "one of these days".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let’s tell our families and friends how much we love them. Do  not delay anything that adds laughter and joy to your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every day, every hours,  and every minute is special. And you don’t know if it will be your  last.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-7365350816555482037?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7365350816555482037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=7365350816555482037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7365350816555482037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7365350816555482037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2010/07/facts-about-our-lives.html' title='Facts about our lives..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-6016842800419224032</id><published>2010-07-08T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:49:39.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my all time favourites</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://bronson.blog.friendster.com/2007/10/the-salty-coffee/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link to The Salty Coffee"&gt;The Salty  Coffee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;small&gt;October 10th, 2007  by bronson&lt;/small&gt;            &lt;p&gt;He met her on a party; she was so outstanding, had many guys  chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.  At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she  was surprised, but due to politeness, she promised. They sat in a nice  coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable,  she thought, please, let me back home. Suddenly he asked the waiter:  would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still,  he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously:  why you have this hobby? He replied: when I was a little boy, I was  living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could felt the taste  of the sea, salty and bite, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now  every time I have the salty coffee, I will think of my childhood, think  of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who still  living there. Saying that, tears filled his eyes. She was deeply  touched. That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"A man who can tell out his homesick, he must be a man loves home,  cares about home, has responsibility of home," she thought. Then she  also started to talk, talked about her faraway hometown, her childhood,  her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of  their story. They continue to date. She found actually he was a man who  meets all her demands: he was tolerance, kind hearted, warm, careful…he  was such a good guy but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty  coffee! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then the story was just like every beautiful love story: the princess  married to the prince, then they were living the happy life…And, every  time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she  knew that’s the way he liked. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My  dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only  lie I said to you, the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I  was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said  salt. It’s hard for me to change so I just go ahead. I never thought  that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the  truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have  promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I’m dying, I afraid of  nothing so I tell you the truth: I don’t like the salty coffee, what a  strange bad taste.. but I have the salty coffee for my whole life since I  knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with  me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I can live for the second time, I still want to know you and have  you as my whole life wife, even though I have to drink the salty coffee  again." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her:  What’s the taste of salty coffee? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s sweet. She replied. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-6016842800419224032?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/6016842800419224032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=6016842800419224032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6016842800419224032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6016842800419224032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-of-my-all-time-favourites.html' title='One of my all time favourites'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-5224356207679529030</id><published>2010-07-08T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:45:52.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories to share.. More coming up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://bronson.blog.friendster.com/2007/10/unconditional-love/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link to Unconditional Love"&gt;Unconditional  Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;small&gt;October 6th, 2007  by bronson&lt;/small&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A  story was told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having  fought in the Vietnam War. He called his parents from camp. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom  and Dad, I’m coming home, but I’ve a favor to ask. I have a friend I’d  like to bring home with me." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sure,"  they replied, "we’d love to meet him." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There’s  something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly  in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He  has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I’m  sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."  "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Son,"  said the father, "you don’t know what you’re asking. Someone with such a  handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to  live, and we can’t let something like this interfere with our lives. I  think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He’ll find a  way to live on his own." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At  that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more  from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the  police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were  told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents  flew over and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of  their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered  something they didn’t know, their son had only one arm and one leg. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The  parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love  those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don’t like  people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would  rather stay away from people who aren’t as healthy, beautiful, or smart  as we are. Thankfully, there’s someone who won’t treat us that way.  Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into  the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;Remember  to give unconditional love to others and accept their flaws, as no one  is perfect in this world. ~ Bronson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-5224356207679529030?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/5224356207679529030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=5224356207679529030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5224356207679529030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5224356207679529030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2010/07/stories-to-share-more-coming-up.html' title='Stories to share.. More coming up..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-599314161013106167</id><published>2010-07-08T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:42:38.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are the reasons why i started to blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://bronson.blog.friendster.com/2007/10/little-stories-will-help-you-to-see-the-big-picture/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link to Little Stories Will Help You To  See The Big Picture.."&gt;Little Stories Will Help You To See The Big  Picture..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;small&gt;October 1st, 2007  by bronson&lt;/small&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A man asked his  father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a&lt;br /&gt;successful marriage.  Could you please share with me our secret?" The father-in-law answered  in a smile, "Never criticise your wife for her shortcomings or when she  does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her  shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than  you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;———————————————————————————-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A friend and her  millionaire husband visited their construction&lt;br /&gt;site. A worker who  wore a helmet saw her and shouted,"Hi, Emily!&lt;br /&gt;Remember me? We used to  date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband  teased her, "Luckily you married me. Otherwise you will be the wife of a  construction worker." She answered,"You should appreciate that you  married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you."&lt;br /&gt;we  always forget mutual respect and courtesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;———————————————————————————-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A man came out of  his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old  son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The man ran to his  son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy’s hands into pulp as  punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the  hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Although the doctor  tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate  the fingers from both the boy’s hands. When the boy woke up from the  surgery &amp;amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy,I’m  sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going  to grow back?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Think about this  story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take  revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love.  Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones &amp;amp; hurt feelings often can’t.  Too often we fail to recognise the difference between the person and the  performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;———————————————————————————-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A couple bought a  donkey from the market. On the way home,a boy commented, "Very stupid.  Why neither of them ride on the donkey?"Upon hearing that, the husband  let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old  man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can  the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this,  the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;Further  on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man  ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is nogentleman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The husband thus  quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;Then, they met a  young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of  two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife  immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their  shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It seems to be the  only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened  and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. You can  never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in  the past, not at present, and never will be in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thus, do not be too  bothered by others words if our conscience&lt;br /&gt;is clear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-599314161013106167?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/599314161013106167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=599314161013106167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/599314161013106167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/599314161013106167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2010/07/these-are-reasons-why-i-started-to-blog.html' title='These are the reasons why i started to blog'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-6330328651649636690</id><published>2010-07-08T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:38:52.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first post, 1st Oct 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://bronson.blog.friendster.com/2007/10/back-to-basics-a-reminder-to-all/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link to Back To Basics, A Reminder To  All"&gt;Back To Basics, A Reminder To All&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;small&gt;October 1st, 2007  by bronson&lt;/small&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All  relationships experience conflict, be it, marriages, friendships or even  family. But there are too many unfortunate souls, whom seem to be  unable to resolve their differences. Their relationship eventually dries  up, becomes brittle and breaks apart like dried twigs. Once seemed to  be a work of art eventually becomes a near-impossible task to restore  the peace and harmony. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little does many  know, the incidents that truly destroy a relationship are usually small  and insignificant! It is not the momentous decisions and huge obstacles  that pull people apart. But it is the little problems, the insignificant  stressors, which do the most damage. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“In a relationship, two  brave together as one, unite during tough times but they often fall  when trivial issues are in their way.”&lt;br /&gt;- Bronson &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many of us had  forgotten what is important! Relationships are built based on love,  respect, consideration, kindness, and understanding and all those  compelling and wonderful reasons that brought people together in the  first place. Instead, they let minor inconveniences become major issues.  Sometimes they forgot the basics and thus, a high price is normally  paid for their forgetfulness. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember that the  people of your life are more valuable than the things. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember that there’s a  difference between inconveniences and hardships.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember that the  "little things," if left unattended, can hurt a relationship as much as  the big ones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And remember that love  between individuals — friends or family — is the most precious  possession we humans can hope to attain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s basic.  But it’s the stuff of happy lives.&lt;br /&gt;– Steve  Goodier &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-6330328651649636690?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/6330328651649636690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=6330328651649636690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6330328651649636690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6330328651649636690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-very-first-post-1st-oct-2007.html' title='My very first post, 1st Oct 2007'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-2002891655959375597</id><published>2010-05-16T01:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:38:06.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>95 days since my last post..</title><content type='html'>hmm.. was really hoping for a super happy day to start this post.. but to disappoint you, its not anything happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as many should know that i am so freaking busy with school.. motivation level getting lower and lower as each day passes.. having this super low feeling that psychology isnt something i truly wanted to do after all.. am just going with the flow since i have started it.. my exam is in 10 days time, and i haven even started with it.. haiz.. been trying to relive the dream of being a psychologist but the process is just too tedious.. really hope to find that motivation and do well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when i was about 9-10 years old, i attended this workshop.. It was all about values and morals, the conductor was a psychologist with a very strong belief that one can influence the future even though one is limited.. I believed his theory of changing the whole even when you are the only one trying.. This was exactly the reason why i wanted to be a psychologist.. cause i wan to understand humans and help them to become a better person.. but as most should know, our world was built in a way which reject changes.. everyone would prefer to live the "happy" life they are in, instead of constantly searching for the better.. only a handful of person are always reflecting on their life from time to time and point to point, and always in search for a better person in them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, one would choose to live the life of a majority and the other would choose to live the life of a minority..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I had came across people who are living in the life of the majority; frens who pursue life enjoyment and not life lessons.. and when you try to help them to become a better person, they reject your kindness.. I am fortunate to meet some frens who are also on the same path with me, seeking a better life; spiritually and physically.. They shared important lessons with me which made realised alot more.. During my time in national service, I met 2 of such.. A buddy during my basic medic course, who shared his life experiences and beliefs.. We always talked about what is right and wrong and how we can improve further and beyond our limits.. The other one, a medic of mine when i was a in charge, shared his beliefs and view with me, making me realise so much, which i think no one else in this whole can ever influence me in the way he did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like i said, there are only a handful of them.. through out my 23 years of life, i only met 1.. 3.. 5.. 6.. 7.. maybe 10 of such people.. We all believed that there are so much more we can do with our life and we should not just waste it on life enjoyment.. I remembered once, i didnt really watched tv for a year and devoted a lot time into reading, exercising and paying attention to the world around me and I realised that everyone is doing the same everyday.. The majority people would call it life and accepted the fact that it is like that, and end up waking up at 7-8 am, trying to rush to work, having lunch break, work more, rush home.. tv, computer and slp.. and its another day.. Doing this and that all over again, hoping to get a good salary and a fat bonus at the end of the year.. but is this really the life u wan? if you are thinking that this is how the world work, then you are blinded.. What we really need in life is, food water and air.. food can be grown and not bought, water can be collected and air is free.. Then you might say that it is not possible for it to happen in the modern world anymore.. but my question to you is, whats stopping you? Whats stopping you from achieving what you really wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once again, when you see so much and feel so much with the world and realised that there are only so few people you can truly talk to, it is quite meaningless.. I am trying to be a majority, trying to live life as it is.. trying to not change what cannot be changed.. going with the flow.. But i realised that this isnt what i wanted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking, why do people break up even after years of relationship? is it because they gave up? today, i had this answer in me.. it is not because they gave up, it is because they realised only after so many years that you can never build a relationship with the person wrong person.. frankly, most of us fell in love because of appearance and a feeling which was not true.. and when they are in a relationship, the appearance became less important and the feeling became lost.. but i like i said, it was never really there.. most people would spend alot of time finding the feeling they had together.. some created it while others end up on their separate path.. for those who cant create the feeling and managed to stay together? they accepted each other as who they truly are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I will fell in love based on first sight.. then, character.. followed by the innate personality and eventually the understanding and beliefs we share.. sometimes, i really wish to talk to a person who i can talk to, and not be quiet.. someone who can understand and agree with my views, if not agree, influence me with a better one.. someone who can motivate me and keep me on track.. i know its hard to find such a person.. maybe some has yet seen the truth or had accepted as it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belonging to two different world makes things very difficult.. the majority do not understand the minority.. the minority understands the majority but does not understand why they would choose to remain in their situation even when help is offered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can see this differences, you will understand why i always say i understand and why i chose not to interfere any more even though its making me lose a part of me.. And all this would summarize why everything been going the wrong way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you had tried almost everything, and nothing changes, the only thing left to do is to join in..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-2002891655959375597?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2002891655959375597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=2002891655959375597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2002891655959375597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2002891655959375597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2010/05/95-days-since-my-last-post.html' title='95 days since my last post..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-6175708450376300795</id><published>2010-02-09T05:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:34:23.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.. missing u.. but guess today just isnt our day..</title><content type='html'>Today is the 1, 2, 3 , 4.. 3.. no no, 4th 1/2 days you abandoned me in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up like ... forgot le.. anyway went to school today to do payment for student protection insurance then met my brothers and the web designer/developer, Sean, to talk about the tuition agency. As mentioned by him, it is quite a big project. haha. 10k project. but in order to succeed, you got to learn how to measure risk and be brave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the thing i wanna say is not this! I feel so not use to you being around. On the way to school, I took out my phone and guess what! I almost sms you.. haha.. Its like a natural reaction.. HURRY UP COME HOME TO 5.. erm.. Singapore.. haha.. Thought you away, I will sleep early! End up sleeping later than usual.. haha.. now already 530a.m. le.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway soon u coming back le.. can see u le! then we go our honeymoon le! Yippy! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway must say sorry for what happen just now.. Ok I forgive you, cause i know u will say sorry de.. haha! Hope you are sleeping and dreaming of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT FOR YOU TO RETURN BACK  INTO MY ARMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be^2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-6175708450376300795?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/6175708450376300795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=6175708450376300795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6175708450376300795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6175708450376300795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmm-missing-u-but-guess-today-just-isnt.html' title='hmm.. missing u.. but guess today just isnt our day..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-3899739322938230906</id><published>2009-12-27T03:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T03:30:09.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having you is really wonderful..</title><content type='html'>hmm.. maybe I should start by telling you all what I did today.. Kinda rotted till 11am before I crawled out of my bed.. haha.. And had lunch with my baby girl before we went off for our show at indoor stadium.. REVERIE - CIRQUE ON ICE! Super boring show.. yawn! sit until butt pain and wanna sleep! Freaking long show! Well its not something for me! haha.. Thanks to my sister for the tickets! Suppose to meet wei jian, rick and mad for dinner, but kinda ended late.. so decided to skip it! haha.. Hope it was nice still without me.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the main point now.. hmm.. been feeling very loved by my baby girl lately.. Kinda like a feeling which is thought would be lost forever.. the feeling of what is so called true love ba.. You know.. Like the feeling of time passes so fast and hoping that it can slow down or stop when you are with yr love one, or you are so so so happy till you feel that you are going to explode with love.. or even the feeling of longing and always thinking of her.. hmm.. so nice.. I would say finally things are going in the direction it is suppose to be going in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to end off.. Having you, Patricia Toh L.Y., is really wonderful.. You makes the unwonderful stuff seems wonderful too.. Always showering me with unlimited love.. Showing me your hunger for more.. And always being there for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE by you.&lt;br /&gt;Bebe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-3899739322938230906?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/3899739322938230906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=3899739322938230906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/3899739322938230906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/3899739322938230906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2009/12/having-you-is-really-wonderful.html' title='Having you is really wonderful..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-9129279890906802032</id><published>2009-12-21T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:48:50.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do u love me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A girl asked a boy, "Do you like me?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He said no.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She asked him, "Do you think that I’m pretty?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He said no.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She asked him, "Am I in your heart?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He said no.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At least, she asked him, "If I’d go, would you cry for me?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He said no again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As she wanted to walk away, he grabbed her arm and said..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t like you, I love you..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t think that you are pretty, I think that you are beautiful..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are not in my heart, you are my heart..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I won’t cry for you, I would die for you..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;———————————————————————————-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A very sweet thing to be heard from your soulmate, but it can also be cheap words.. Think about it.. would you prefer this or that?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;———————————————————————————-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don’t ever believe a boy when he says, "I love you.."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just believe him, when he is standing in front of you, crying and ask,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Do you love me ?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-9129279890906802032?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/9129279890906802032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=9129279890906802032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/9129279890906802032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/9129279890906802032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-u-love-me.html' title='Do u love me?'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-3150319731476589602</id><published>2009-12-21T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T03:09:54.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love? Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007 By Bronson K.C.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;LoVe is a four letter word, that can mean so much..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To love someone, it can be a wonderful feeling.. if it is true love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A false love.. is just something we go through so that we won’t feel alone, or want to believe so that we can feel secure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To be told by someone that they love you, can be one of the best feelings in the world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And to love that same person back, is an even greater feeling.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But still, what exactly is love?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is it just a feeling or emotion.. or just a infectious disease that everyone wants to have a part of.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No one can really give a meaning to it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because everyone feels it in a different way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But still everyone searches for answers and meanings.. Am I in love? How do I know?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It starts of as a feeling, an affection towards someone, someone you think of constantly and would do anything for. Someone you know you can trust and will respect you for who you are. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Honesty is a strong quality of love, because if there is already a flaw, this strong bond already has a weakness. It’s still not too late to mend it. So this is where trust comes in. Once you are able to trust one another, you have overcome a big obstancle in your relationship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love isn’t just about serious feeling, or thoughts. its also about commitment and friendship, good times and laughter. To be happy is also another great feeling, which everyone needs to experience one in a while.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are only able to love someone when you can see past their imperfections, and see deep into their heart and personality.. seeing them as they really are, only comes from getting to know them.. so love at first sight is that really possible?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think loving someone at first sight is just falling in love with their looks, it’s only once you really get to know them, you will then discover so much more than you can ever imagine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love makes your heart skip a beat, everytime you feel their persence, love is what you feel, when just by looking at them you know theres something wrong and woud do anything to help, love is when you truly feel connected and respected, and know you will always be there for each other.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everyone needs to feel loved, because that’s what makes the world a better place. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So what is love again???&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-[B]ronson-&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-3150319731476589602?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/3150319731476589602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=3150319731476589602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/3150319731476589602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/3150319731476589602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-love-tuesday-october-23rd-2007.html' title='What is love? Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007 By Bronson K.C.S.'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-8696545806597239837</id><published>2009-06-09T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T02:10:29.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 june: Guess what! its one day before my girl birthday and we are going to the zoo! haha. re-living a childhood moment. going on a sunday is so so so crowded! haha. But its fun, cause it a different feeling! something like a early celebration together with the early celebration. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-8696545806597239837?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/8696545806597239837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=8696545806597239837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8696545806597239837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8696545806597239837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-june-guess-what-its-one-day-before-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-2373371810347634026</id><published>2009-05-12T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:43:41.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back To Basics, A Reminder To All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All relationships experience conflict, be it, marriages, friendships or even family. But there are too many unfortunate souls, whom seem to be unable to resolve their differences. Their and breaks apart like dried twigs. Once seemed to be a work of art eventually becomes a near-impossible task to restore the peace and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little does many know, the incidents that truly destroy a relationship are usually small and insignificant! It is not the momentous decisions and huge obstacles that pull people apart. But it stressors, which do the most damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"In a relationship, two brave together as one, unite during tough times but they often fall when trivial issues are in their way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Bronson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us had forgotten what is important! Relationships are built based on love, respect, consideration, kindness, and understanding and all those compelling and wonderful reasons that brought people together in the first place. Instead, they let minor inconveniences become major issues. Sometimes they forgot the basics and thus, a high price is normally paid for their forgetfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember that the people of your life are more valuable than the things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember that there's a difference between inconveniences and hardships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember that the "little things", if left unattended, can hurt a relationship as much as the big ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And remember that love between individuals - friends or family - is the most precious possession we humans can hope to attain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's basic. But it's the stuff of happy lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Steve Goodier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-2373371810347634026?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2373371810347634026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=2373371810347634026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2373371810347634026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2373371810347634026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-basics-reminder-to-all-all.html' title=''/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-5946557286540185562</id><published>2009-04-14T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T16:04:30.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;      我的宝贝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:'微软雅黑','黑体',Arial,Helvetica,Sans-Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;在我去云顶前&lt;span style="font-family:'微软雅黑','黑体',Arial,Helvetica,Sans-Serif;"&gt;，&lt;/span&gt;我写给你这首古诗。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生死&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;契&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;阔，与子成说&lt;br /&gt;执子之手，与子偕老&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;生死相依，愿一生就这样牵着你的手，与你白头到老。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱你&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/5302463459607845932-5946557286540185562?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/5946557286540185562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=5946557286540185562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5946557286540185562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5946557286540185562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-7077225266123644534</id><published>2009-03-22T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:01:54.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is so weird..</title><content type='html'>haha.. Am going to ORD le! finally! 1 year 10 months of National Service is fianlly coming to an end!&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Waiting for time to pass faster.. Cause its one of those rare days, when my baby girl is coming over.. Spent the whole morning getting things ready for my 2IC when i am away next week.. Going for my wisdom tooth extraction, so lets hope and pray for me! 1 week MC!! haha.. Spent the rest of the afternoon in meetings! Rushing reports.. haha.. My typical day as a Medic OIC.. 530pm arrived and I am out of that stupid gate! haha.. Met my girl and her gf &amp;amp; gf bf at vivo! 4 is a crowd? haha.. But they didn't stayed long anyway.. After dinner at Pasta Mania, was a round of surprises! Brought my baby girl up for... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/ScUpuFrxLbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ny1p-HMDaEo/s1600-h/index_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 85px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/ScUpuFrxLbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ny1p-HMDaEo/s320/index_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315700806957215154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Cable Car! Her first time since she became an adult.. Her last ride was 5? First time saw her so scare also.. haha.. She dare to play fast thrill amusement park but she is so scare of slow moving cable car! cute isn't she? haha.. Took a round trip from Harbour Front to Sentosa then dropping at Mount Faber.. Quiet and nice.. Slow and romantic.. Sweet and special.. haha.. NICE!! Brought her to Henderson Waves too! Sat there, enjoying the cold breeze of the early night.. Watching time pass us slowly, cause that night time was on our side.. No rush, no time limit. Just pure enjoyment of each other company.. So simple and nice.. Spent that night together.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Today: One of the most tiring "Hiking" trip ever! Early in the morning, Perspire like mad le! So tiring! Went out later again in the afternoon to Parklane for arcade and pool.. My girl like a mountain tortoise, yet been to a lot of places.. haha.. But its also good, cause we can discover these places slowly.. After Parklane, went to PS, was raining like MAD!! heavy downpour! But this gave me the change to grab her close, trying to shelter her from the rain.. feel like a little baby in my arms.. haha.. First time since we got together.. Warmth experience on a cold raining day.. haha.. Went to find my brother at his workplace too.. haha.. Finally! Been hunting him from bugis till PS! haha.. Caught you at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn Yawn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-7077225266123644534?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7077225266123644534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=7077225266123644534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7077225266123644534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7077225266123644534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-so-weird.html' title='life is so weird..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/ScUpuFrxLbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ny1p-HMDaEo/s72-c/index_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-511993574072745869</id><published>2009-03-14T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:08:20.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down..</title><content type='html'>hmm.. Most of you should know... that.. I AM GOING TO ORD!! haha.. But before i start counting down to the 13th of May.. I need to count down to 18th of March.. My baby is now in Vietnam for her service learning trip.. Doing some painting work at a school.. haha.. 18 is also our 9th month together.. So hurry come! So weird when she is not around haha.. No one to bug me.. So free.. Oops.. haha.. should write this instead.. erm.. So sad, haiz.. Miss her sms.. Miss her morning messages and her daily night call.. hmm.. MISS HER!! Better? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone doing well.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-511993574072745869?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/511993574072745869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=511993574072745869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/511993574072745869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/511993574072745869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2009/03/counting-down.html' title='Counting down..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-8428454433160324279</id><published>2009-02-27T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:50:46.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>270209 - hmm..</title><content type='html'>Haha.. Finally, decided to type something in here.. Before that let me do the easy part first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha.. Pictures!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SaflSfJYrjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/I6MHuuHCqh8/s1600-h/n540022975_1336406_810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SaflSfJYrjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/I6MHuuHCqh8/s200/n540022975_1336406_810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307462791640690226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SaflSIOnlkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mfTSYecRF4E/s1600-h/n540022975_1336405_486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SaflSIOnlkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mfTSYecRF4E/s200/n540022975_1336405_486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307462785488623170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SafnQIQCotI/AAAAAAAAAJY/E9EABlFzceg/s1600-h/n540022975_1336404_177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SafnQIQCotI/AAAAAAAAAJY/E9EABlFzceg/s200/n540022975_1336404_177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307464950158107346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SafnP83uLZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/22QkqfzgGxg/s1600-h/n540022975_1336397_7922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SafnP83uLZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/22QkqfzgGxg/s200/n540022975_1336397_7922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307464947103313298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those who was wondering whom i spent my Feb14 with.. Now you know that answer.. haha.. Anyway, cant imagine I was wearing a printed Tee with my face on it.. haha.. Sweet and cute.. haha.. Spent my day with my precious girl in the water.. hee.. Saw her in ... ... for the first time.. hee.. Oya, she also made dinner.. Very very yummy.. (I treat it as you make de) haha.. First time, spent my valentine day so simple and sweet.. Going to remember it for life.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie okie.. Now the hard part.. hmm.. Been rather busy.. erm.. no la.. lazy lately.. haha.. So lazy till i fail my physical fitness test by 0.1 sec.. haiz.. but I pass my basic theory test le!! for those who miss out on my update.. Didn't made it through the first time, cause a lot of stupid questions, 2nd attempt was so MUCH easier.. Now for the final theory, seems very "Chim", was lost in the ocean when i flip through the advance theory book.. haha.. So if you got tips, DO SHARE!! STOP BEING SELFISH!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work as a Medic OIC is coming to a stop for me! meaning that.. .. .. I am going to ORD soon le!! haha.. but work has been rather busy this month.. or maybe these few months.. well.. its life.. haha.. Cant wait to ORD! Freedom! haha.. Count down with me to 13 May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for love, my precious and me.. We are doing fine.. dun worry la.. Never say anything means good thing.. haha.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. getting lazy.. another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-8428454433160324279?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/8428454433160324279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=8428454433160324279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8428454433160324279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8428454433160324279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2009/02/270209-hmm.html' title='270209 - hmm..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SaflSfJYrjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/I6MHuuHCqh8/s72-c/n540022975_1336406_810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-5227072425624303042</id><published>2009-02-22T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:13:15.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry lah! haha..</title><content type='html'>haha.. i know many of you has been dropping in and not seeing a updated post.. well.. thats cause.. i m too lazy to blog.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i am doing well.. dun worry.. me and my baby girl also doing good too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad to hear that most of you actually drop in and take a look.. haha.. will blog when i am free.. but not today haha.. need to kill some lazy bugs first.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch u all later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-5227072425624303042?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/5227072425624303042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=5227072425624303042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5227072425624303042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5227072425624303042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-lah-haha.html' title='sorry lah! haha..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-4623296371488056787</id><published>2009-01-26T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:36:03.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar New Year Eve 09 - Oxy Year</title><content type='html'>hmm.. had a very bad 'war' with my baby yesterday.. but its over le.. or maybe rested for the time being.. hope everything is ok le.. if not do talk to me ya ^^..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today so fun! haha.. baby came over like 12.. had fun.. eat lunch.. tried my mum wonderful cooking! hee.. nice nice.. then went over to her granny place to have 2nd round of lunch cum dinner.. STEAMBOAT STYLE.. Almost couldn't move after the 2nd round.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play with her cousin and my baby over the 4 in a row game.. haha.. she super slow! and played SARs War with her cousin.. board game about SARS! Super sian but trying all my best to keep a him entertained.. haha.. didnt really spend much time with her, didnt hug or kiss goodbye too! haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the car back, her cousin was like asking me.. Chicken or turkey.. turkey or chicken.. dots! the whole journey back! all started off with a bowling game! 3 strike is chicken or turkey! haha.. but well it set off laugher and joy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. fun day and a very different experience in a very very long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy lunar new year! FA CAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-4623296371488056787?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/4623296371488056787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=4623296371488056787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/4623296371488056787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/4623296371488056787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunar-new-year-eve-09-oxy-year.html' title='Lunar New Year Eve 09 - Oxy Year'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-7711589465762165327</id><published>2008-12-19T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:02:43.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>181208</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hee! guess what! 1/16 le.. 6 months le! it was a unforgettable day for the both of us.. Show you all some pics we took along the way.. some only wor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUuvcQV1mBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-bgZ8x0xDL4/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUuvcQV1mBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-bgZ8x0xDL4/s200/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281507887979796498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am so cute! i mean 'we'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUu0S7v0LEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9h8EIt06P30/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUu0S7v0LEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9h8EIt06P30/s200/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281513225390926914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the Singapore Flyer! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUu0SibuUQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KqGlYurJwPE/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUu0SibuUQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KqGlYurJwPE/s200/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281513218595770626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUuvdTa28rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jvtrZGy3zjg/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUuvdTa28rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jvtrZGy3zjg/s200/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281507905986032306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUuxYHVgC0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/8BbfnL7uGw0/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUuxYHVgC0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/8BbfnL7uGw0/s200/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281510015866243906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUuw36xG3nI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tGEl4Iwpk_E/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUuw36xG3nI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tGEl4Iwpk_E/s200/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281509462736559730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUuw4u2AaTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5m2IWMqAcrU/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUuw4u2AaTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5m2IWMqAcrU/s200/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281509476715751730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candid Shot of the Day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUuvc3l4reI/AAAAAAAAAGU/10kv2QpmaZA/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUuvc3l4reI/AAAAAAAAAGU/10kv2QpmaZA/s200/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281507898516090338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wao.. today is the longest day of my days with my baby girl! more than 24 hrs.. from like 12pm till next day 5pm.. its almost 29hrs! unbelievable! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12pm - Reach destination 'A'&lt;br /&gt;1pm - Cooked lunch for her.. Italianto Pasta with Creamy Chicken Soup&lt;br /&gt;2 ~ 4pm - Classified^^&lt;br /&gt;5pm - Xin Wan Hong Kong Cafe&lt;br /&gt;630pm - Singapore Flyer&lt;br /&gt;830 pm - Clark Quay (The Arena)&lt;br /&gt;2am - My Home&lt;br /&gt;12 ~ 3pm - Classified^^&lt;br /&gt;5pm - Her home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a busy day.. but its worth the every seconds spent with her! so many first time.. clubbing with my girl! haha.. going crazy.. what a day.. ZZZzzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-7711589465762165327?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7711589465762165327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=7711589465762165327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7711589465762165327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7711589465762165327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/12/181208.html' title='181208'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SUuvcQV1mBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-bgZ8x0xDL4/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-2189930977092109472</id><published>2008-12-14T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:04:19.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long leave!</title><content type='html'>Finally! haha.. almost a month since i blogged.. getting lazy, i must say.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am on leave! hee.. from now till next sunday! wohoo! maybe i should start planning how to make these days meaningful and fruitful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i think i sldnt talk about yesterday haha.. too sinful.. hmm.. better not let my gf finds out.. orelse, i will be dead.. though it was something nice, but it shouldnt have happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th Dec will be our 6th month together.. hope that day will be beautiful and wonderful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-2189930977092109472?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2189930977092109472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=2189930977092109472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2189930977092109472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2189930977092109472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-leave.html' title='long leave!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-6073038744235159608</id><published>2008-11-19T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:24:25.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. Been quite some time since i blog.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SIAN&lt;/span&gt;! Today is the last day of my November leave! Meaning tonight will be going back to camp.. No more freedom, No more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. But i must say, I had lots of fun over the past few days.. Went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt; play volleyball on sat and sun.. Visiting my dear sis in the hospital.. Going st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;james&lt;/span&gt;.. Playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;.. Playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; again and again.. Watch movie with my baby.. Going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; with the usual! and most importantly getting a surprise from her today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. Am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to meet her for lunch.. but in the end, the lunch ended up meeting me.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;So shock to see her la! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;.. I thought i was dreaming.. Maybe I am.. But its still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; happy thing! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. She bought wanton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt;! Been eating it for like.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. 4 times in 2 days.. SICK!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. So far, no one has really been able to surprise me.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;.. nice nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a nice and long day rotting with her.. what a day to end the long leave! so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bronson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-6073038744235159608?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/6073038744235159608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=6073038744235159608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6073038744235159608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6073038744235159608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-4729681742546404969</id><published>2008-11-19T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:04:35.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Love</title><content type='html'>Tough Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i couldn't let anyone find out about my intentions, especially her, the person i love the most.. She is still young, she shouldn't go through all this.. So i decided to make up some stories and lied to her.. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years of feelings. I didn't have much time left, and she would eventually find out if it drags on.. Now, I am close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over.. Thirty minutes more and all would come to an end, that was what I had in my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments together in silence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door for her and she got into the cab.. I stood by the car, staring at my first love in my life, also the last, walking out of my life.. As it was driving into the street, I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, chasing after the cab with all my strength, cause i knew that this would be the last time i will be seeing her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell her that i still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but it was too late, the cab has already turned into the corner.. Warm tears kept falling down, blended with the cold rain drops.. I was cold, so cold, not because of the rain.. I was cold inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left, and that was the last time i heard from her.. I know she didn't see my tears, because the were washed away by the rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left with regrets.. But I am not him, I am that girl, using my memory and his diary I found after a year since he left, writing down these last words..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-4729681742546404969?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/4729681742546404969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=4729681742546404969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/4729681742546404969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/4729681742546404969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/11/tough-love_19.html' title='Tough Love'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-5792045116807111852</id><published>2008-11-16T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:59:31.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3 of Tough Love..</title><content type='html'>Chapter 3 - Tough Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head.. After that, we didn't say another word to each other.. That was our last conversation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago, I went to the doctor, I knew something was wrong with my body.. Something terrible is going to happen.. But after the check-up, everything seems to be fine.. It was till about a month ago, my head hurts for two weeks straight.. This reminded me of what could have been wrong four years ago.. First, I thought the pain will go away, but it only grew stronger till to the point where I couldn't take it anymore.. I went back to the doctor and took a brain scan.. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe.. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end.. I wanted myself and people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-5792045116807111852?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/5792045116807111852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=5792045116807111852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5792045116807111852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5792045116807111852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-3-of-tough-love.html' title='Chapter 3 of Tough Love..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-6772478626104819147</id><published>2008-11-09T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:14:19.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a beautiful day!</title><content type='html'>Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. Met my baby girl today! brought her to many new places! haha.. Grandpix, Flyer and Esplanade.. So fun! haha.. Though the Club 21 Bazaar was a disappointment but with her around, everything is great at the end of the day! Love you! hee.. Oya took many many pictures! hee.. Get ready to be flooded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SRbEETea4_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ui-Um7j1i_0/s1600-h/P1000446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SRbEETea4_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ui-Um7j1i_0/s320/P1000446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266612392482759666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SRbFTp728LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/i2Mf17MySlg/s1600-h/P1000485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SRbFTp728LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/i2Mf17MySlg/s320/P1000485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266613755721478322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SRbEW2nZFJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-996BEUw9ic/s1600-h/P1000466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SRbEW2nZFJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-996BEUw9ic/s320/P1000466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266612711153276050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig of the day! Oops! I mean Pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SRbFwdi8ruI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-b1VaVWRctI/s1600-h/P1000495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SRbFwdi8ruI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-b1VaVWRctI/s320/P1000495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266614250611977954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, I have received few responses about the story.. So.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in front of me and I am right behind her.. Many times, she was too into thinking and distracted, drifting off the road and almost got hit by the cars passing by.. I wanted so much, to take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in me, I did nothing.. On the way, we passed the park where we used to hang out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She begged to go in just for a little while, and she will go home right after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her begging, my heart softened, but to cover it, I put up an annoyed face and walked in.. I sat down in the benches and making myself looking like I wanted to leave badly.. She went to the old oak tree and was looking for something.. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a pocket knife half a year ago.. It wrote, 'We' were here, I had tea and she had hot coco. Hope 'we' would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever.. She searched for quite a while, then she came back with tears on her face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me she can't find it.. I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain no one would want to have.. But all I could do was to pretend that I didn't care, and asked to leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened up my umbrella and she was just standing there, didn't want to leave, hoping for something to happen.. Suddenly she said, '' You made up that story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I am not perfect, but I'll change, can't we start over again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say a word.. So much of me wanted to tell her the truth.. But I can't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.. Another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-6772478626104819147?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/6772478626104819147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=6772478626104819147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6772478626104819147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6772478626104819147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-beautiful-day.html' title='What a beautiful day!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SRbEETea4_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ui-Um7j1i_0/s72-c/P1000446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-7757819346834237395</id><published>2008-11-07T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:53:43.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Love..</title><content type='html'>Been awhile since I typed such an post.. so be prepared, cause its going to be long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today going to type something I have read and experience.. Maybe not so drama mama.. But close..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its call.. Tough Love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a beautiful story which captured all the emotions in love.. Many will say that its another sotry about sickness and love, but when put together, it is a painless and inspirational story.. An inspirational story that will brings tears to your eyes.. hope so.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called and said that she was coming up.. Its was the third time this week.. But I went to meet her instead.. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella.. It was raining and she was shivering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to her and told her that she shouldn't have come see me and stuff like how we shouldn't be together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she miss me.. But I told her coldly to go home.. I told her to open her umbrella and go.. Unwillingly, she opened up hers and walked with me to the car.. Unwilling to leave, she made an excuse to stop for a bite.. Right away, I answered, "NO!" with a stoned heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor.. Back then there were four of is, and we got along very well.. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies and sometimes go camping.. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with her.. Maybe we developed deep feelings for each other during schooling times.. After she graduated she went back home and I stayed another year.. During that year I was only about to see her during the holidays.. That was how we kept our relationship going..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting late for me.. To be continued.. haha.. See you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-7757819346834237395?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7757819346834237395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=7757819346834237395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7757819346834237395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7757819346834237395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/11/tough-love.html' title='Tough Love..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-8431683981137478315</id><published>2008-11-07T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:05:45.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know why..</title><content type='html'>I believe everyone had hoped so much for something to happen but when it didn't, it can get so disappointed, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closer two get, the disappointment get worst when it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-8431683981137478315?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/8431683981137478315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=8431683981137478315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8431683981137478315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8431683981137478315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-why.html' title='I know why..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-5353693156643110390</id><published>2008-11-03T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:10:11.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wao.. haha..</title><content type='html'>Totally not stress at all.. haha.. I think maybe am too well adapted in a pressure cooker.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when over to my precious house for his baby brother's one month celebration.. Saw everyone there.. haha.. didn't really talk to them but make a very good impression with a gentle smile to everyone.. Something which i didn't even realise haha.. Had a great time just being there with her.. so simple and nice.. rare chance to explore her room and her house.. Even rarer chance to see the legendary small pillow of her.. EEEeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. On Saturday! was almost picked up by 3 girls! yup its by! so u all not seeing thing nor this is a typo! haha.. this one dun tell you all too much.. no good.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-5353693156643110390?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/5353693156643110390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=5353693156643110390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5353693156643110390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5353693156643110390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/11/wao-haha.html' title='wao.. haha..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-8800004938249670578</id><published>2008-10-27T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:23:11.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of total freedom!</title><content type='html'>My freedom is coming to an end.. Enjoyed it so much till there isn't any mood to return to camp.. So many unsettled stuff is back there waiting for me to settle! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a crazy week and been seeing my baby girl for so many days! Including today! Went to catch high school musical 3. Got to say, this time round, it isn't so cheesy.. Not bad.. maybe a 3.5 popcorns out of 5.. Anyway what's important is, I get to see her today.. So silly! Yesterday, we went to the beach and she got burn by the sun, so today she isn't well! Haiz.. So many surprises but too bad! Patson will tell you more.. So send her back after the show.. Hope you are feeling better le.. TAKE CARE!! O lvl coming SOON cannot afford to fall sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-8800004938249670578?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/8800004938249670578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=8800004938249670578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8800004938249670578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8800004938249670578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-day-of-total-freedom.html' title='last day of total freedom!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-3785166424179398062</id><published>2008-10-23T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:48:48.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one wish! One wish that will come true!</title><content type='html'>I wish wish wish.. that I can see you now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misses! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-3785166424179398062?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/3785166424179398062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=3785166424179398062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/3785166424179398062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/3785166424179398062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-one-wish-one-wish-that-will-come.html' title='Just one wish! One wish that will come true!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-798239608912963564</id><published>2008-10-21T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:32:48.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hee hee..</title><content type='html'>So happy and glad.. Been seeing my baby girl for so so so many days! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday there is something new happening.. haha.. Today she tried a stupid hair gel which caused such a mess! haha.. Hope she wont have phobia with hair gel.. Silly! Oya, today she also learnt to endure pain! haha.. What a torture or a bearable sensation?! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee.. Really glad to have her as mine! Though her O'lvl Emath Paper is on Friday, she still make it an effort to make time for us.. Even though she got to rush here and there for tuition and maybe tiring herself out.. Thank you my baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made bread for you today.. Not the first time and definitely not the last, but hopefully can make more in the future.. hee.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-798239608912963564?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/798239608912963564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=798239608912963564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/798239608912963564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/798239608912963564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/10/hee-hee.html' title='hee hee..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-6059763711618495421</id><published>2008-10-19T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:55:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A SATURDAY!</title><content type='html'>It been so long since I had such a busy week! But its still kinda fun.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Medic OIC is no joke!! Lots of planning and tons of paper work to settle.. Still have to please people from external medical centre and within camp.. But overall, its good because my brain is working again! haha.. And to have power to control and execute is a rather different feeling.. Though it is a little stressful though.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But talking about stress, its Saturday that almost kills.. haha.. Slept rather late on Friday during to a late msn talk with my baby to clear up alot of misunderstandings.. But was dragged out of bed cause of her too.. When she called, I was still dreaming.. But the moment she say, "my granny and aunt want you to come for tonight's dinner with us.." I am very positive that I am still DREAMING! haha.. Crazy! But I know its a matter of time before I have to face them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to sleep after the call.. Forcing myself to sleep, thinking that its still a dream.. haha.. Woke up at 11am.. Went to the kitchen and started cooking..  Cold Back Bacon Spaghetti with Toma Mushroom paste.. Sounds fancy? haha.. Then at about 12noon, my baby was at the door.. Perfect timing! Almost ready to dig in! After lunch was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie! Rule number 1 was the pick.. heehee.. It wasn't the show that was the highlight.. It was something else.. Lots of actions and daring moves.. Shocking and unpredictable.. Very interest and nice.. But this is highly classified, so cant tell you all la.. Only those in my house will know what was going on, maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then alarm rang meaning that its time to move! went down to town to shop for our birthday 'boy' present, her grandpa.. Bought him a parker pen.. Its nice and worth every single cent! hee.. Me am crazy with parker pen.. Hope he liked it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was the moment of truth.. Time to meet the in-laws, was fetch by her uncle in a AUDI A4!!! AUDI!! you know, its AUDI!! I WAN MY AUDI TTS!! Inside the car was like pressure cooker.. cause got uncle and his wife and got her granny! haha.. but they joke alot la.. not like my side of the family.. Met her aunt and her baby cousin and her little brother and her grandpa at the dinner place.. It was a light atmosphere dinner till everyone talk about NS.. Dots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was great though.. Simple and nice.. So we all went to her granny place to cut cake! What an invitation.. Then her aunt started to ask me weird questions.. At first I thought she was concern of what kinda person I am since I am together with her precious niece but it turn out otherwise.. The moment she asked me about my life in primary school, I know something is wrong.. She was concerned over her son.. You all know la.. Kids nowadays got their own way of thinking and expression.. So she was worried.. So this trigger a long conversation through the night.. But am glad that its my field of interest and speciality since its on child psychology and child development.. Told her the things i have read through case studies and related some issues i have in life when i was young and even brought my nephew into the picture.. Suddenly feel so growth up! haha.. Through all this, i can feel that she is a very responsible mother but maybe a little too harsh on herself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt was pleased with me, i think.. Didn't interact much with her granny though, they seems busy with contracts and stuff.. But overall, I think it isnt that bad la.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i get to spend alot alot alot alot of time with my baby girl.. and a close interaction with her family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to wake her up! Thats all doc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-6059763711618495421?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/6059763711618495421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=6059763711618495421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6059763711618495421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6059763711618495421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-saturday.html' title='WHAT A SATURDAY!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-2991574109553060274</id><published>2008-10-05T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:06:01.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been very lazy!</title><content type='html'>Finally, I decided to come in here to write.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. Lets talk about Friday, Saturday and Today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have yet to know, been promoted to the next Medic OIC, do not congratulate me! haha.. Cause although its a rank up to 3SG but no increment in 'pay' and now I have extra work load! ARGH! haha.. But its fun to do something different, administrative work. for the rest of my service term in NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday was a relatively slack day.. Took half day off, cause my baby coming to find me! haha.. spend the entire afternoon cuddling.. Opps.. haha.. Dun think too far la.. Thought didn't really end the day well but its was a great afternoon with you.. hee.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls, I met up with my brothers at Holland.. A place to chill.. Guess where? Burger KING!! haha.. Anyway just for a short while, we headed over to play LAN at Parklane.. Surprisingly, it was fun!! haha.. Cast spell on Derrick to make him into a chicken!  HEX! haha.. Maybe someday, we should find 6 people to play 3 v 3! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the late gaming session, I woke up like 3pm! haha.. hmm.. Rotting my day away till around 7? Then was informed that my baby was going to her granny place.. hee.. So I made the trip down.. So piss off.. waited at the bus stop since 9pm.. The stupid 970 came only at 950pm, then wanna held a cab also dun have! Made me reach there like 1030 le.. Stupid public transport!! Though only get to see her till 1150pm, but its was one of the most sweetest night we ever had.. Sitting down by the pool, talking about 'many' things.. haha.. So simple yet so sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is so stressful.. Thinking where to go.. CUT MY HAIR!! haha.. Then after that will be going down to my old work play and visit, then going to print some pictures! haha.. Just nice! heehee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-2991574109553060274?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2991574109553060274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=2991574109553060274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2991574109553060274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2991574109553060274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/10/been-very-lazy.html' title='been very lazy!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-7890442851901141919</id><published>2008-09-28T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:16:59.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotting day..</title><content type='html'>Spent the entire day rotting at home, which is something I find meaningless and a wasted way to spend precious life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few options, but didn't do any of them.. Maybe am too bore and maybe moody to do anything fresh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rot rot rot rot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't how I spent my weekend in the past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it to be full of sports.. weekend seems very short and always rushing here and there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I can't wait to go back to camp..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-7890442851901141919?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7890442851901141919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=7890442851901141919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7890442851901141919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7890442851901141919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/09/rotting-day.html' title='Rotting day..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-2410618399363724835</id><published>2008-09-27T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:24:07.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our character and thinking is sososososo different!! ARGH!!</title><content type='html'>Our character and thinking is so different! why! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet most of you are thinking what is wrong AGAIN! haha.. Nothing is wrong.. Everything is rather perfect too.. As in for now.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little disagreements and a lot of misunderstandings may seems to be a disaster to many of us.. Or would you choose a difference in character and thinking to be a greater disaster? For me i would choose little disagreements and a lot of misunderstandings to the greatest disaster in a relationship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I told my baby, there is a point of stage when we cannot solve a simple problems and there is also a stage where we are facing problems which we can never solve. Little disagreements and a lot of misunderstandings are the simple problems, when people reach the point when simple issues can't be resolved, then there isn't a way to continue.. Problems that can never be resolved are character and thinking, they do not have an immediate solution.. Only through compromise and acceptance, then will the relationship carry on with no negative impact.. Its easy to be said then done.. But if someday, you manage to do it.. You have reached a point where love is so pure and strong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am somewhere near there.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUB U.. PAT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-2410618399363724835?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2410618399363724835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=2410618399363724835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2410618399363724835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2410618399363724835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-character-and-thinking-is.html' title='Our character and thinking is sososososo different!! ARGH!!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-7509646002474524948</id><published>2008-09-25T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:05:22.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me not to the marriage of true minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Admit impediments. Love is not love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which alters when it alteration finds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O no! it is an ever-fixed mark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That looks on tempests and is never shaken;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is the star to every wandering bark,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Within his bending sickle's compass come:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But bears it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If this be error and upon me proved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never writ, nor no man ever loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proven wrong? Or some never loved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-7509646002474524948?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7509646002474524948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=7509646002474524948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7509646002474524948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7509646002474524948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-me-not-to-marriage-of-true-minds.html' title=''/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-7733750465215360117</id><published>2008-09-18T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:53:01.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Month!</title><content type='html'>Hee.. Today is our 3rd month! heehee.. Happy happy happy! hee.. Short and sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-7733750465215360117?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7733750465215360117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=7733750465215360117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7733750465215360117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7733750465215360117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/09/3rd-month.html' title='3rd Month!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-616526919418748870</id><published>2008-09-11T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:03:00.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>110908</title><content type='html'>Hee.. Am on off today! So can anyone guess what I do on my off days? Tough to guess right? Haha.. Its simple, every free time I get, I will try my very best to spend it with my baby girl.. So the same goes for today! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start talking about all the romance that had happened, I should tell you something about yesterday! I went.. .. .. PRAWNING! Bishan Park! Went with Derrick, Gin and Mad! I know a freaky dark secret of Derrick! Haha.. This is definitely going to hunt him for the rest of his life, at least when I am around.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SMkJT4WendI/AAAAAAAAAD0/po6ghAVQIXI/s1600-h/DSC00586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SMkJT4WendI/AAAAAAAAAD0/po6ghAVQIXI/s320/DSC00586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244733478198484434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the greatest fear factor ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SMkJh7-0D5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/P8FGwMGvxLc/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SMkJh7-0D5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/P8FGwMGvxLc/s320/DSC00587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244733719691136914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't they look cute!? .. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, I had fun spending half the day with my girl.. I had almost abandon the feeling of taking neoprints if it wasn't for her.. Haha.. She is just too cute to resist.. Pictures tell everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SMkW4TY-ufI/AAAAAAAAAEE/fJrOZBY2UTQ/s1600-h/neo+prints+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SMkW4TY-ufI/AAAAAAAAAEE/fJrOZBY2UTQ/s320/neo+prints+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244748397583186418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I was give a wish, just one wish which allows me to get anything I hope for, I will wish for eternity with my precious baby girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love sick,&lt;br /&gt;bebe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(hopefully, you can turn out to be the one and only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-616526919418748870?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/616526919418748870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=616526919418748870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/616526919418748870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/616526919418748870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/09/110908.html' title='110908'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SMkJT4WendI/AAAAAAAAAD0/po6ghAVQIXI/s72-c/DSC00586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-4925624354412804247</id><published>2008-08-31T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:19:08.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of Aug 08</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of Aug 08 and it will mark the first post of a new blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this post, I will write something new and something I felt strongly from yesterday's dinner with Patricia's mom and family.. Its gonna be long but its worth the time and effort you are going to put into reading.. So here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us, including me, doesn't realise or feeling the love from our parents.. Maybe they show it in a very different way or either in a way we dislike.. But from yesterday dinner, I saw a very wonderful mother.. A mother who cares so much, a mother who try all her best to spend more time with her precious daughter and ready to be always there for her.. So I will like to delicate my first entry in this new blog to her, Pat's mom for her motherly love for her daughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's mother, Mother Teresa, once said, "We can do no great things;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;ly small things with great &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was exactly what I felt from a very heart warming dinner.. Little actions carried out with great passion of love for a daughter.. Love doesn't require big actions or materialistic items but it needs small gestures and strong passion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this saying, a mother's love is like a garden. Her children are the seeds, and as they grow, she tends to them fulfilling all their needs, wherever they are, she will be there and wherever there is beauty, a mothers' love is there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mothers' love is something on one can really explain, its very different from all the other kind of love..&lt;br /&gt;Its a very strong connection and you will never experience it again from someone else..&lt;br /&gt;Its made up of so much deep devotion, joy, pain and sacrifice..&lt;br /&gt;Its endless and unselfish and it endures whatever may come between..&lt;br /&gt;Its full of hopes, dreams, tears and pleasure..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can destroy it or to take the love away..&lt;br /&gt;Its requires much more give than receiving..&lt;br /&gt;But its given with delight, gratitude, enthusiasm and much satisfaction..&lt;br /&gt;A mother's love never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking..&lt;br /&gt;And its somthing that cannot be measured for it has no beginning or no ending..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the mothers' out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-4925624354412804247?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/4925624354412804247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=4925624354412804247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/4925624354412804247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/4925624354412804247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-day-of-aug-08.html' title='Last day of Aug 08'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-1228780995900720126</id><published>2008-08-23T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T13:47:26.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a long long time..</title><content type='html'>Its about 2 weeks since my last entry in my blog.. Getting quiet in here isn't it? haha.. But my life is still as busy as usual.. haha.. Finally, a long weekend to write all the things that I want to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I realised that 3 very important ladies and 3 very important buddies in my life had faced difficulties in theirs.. My precious Patricia, Sister NIG and Dbl 'O' GF MariSq.. Rick, Jian And Tze..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start off with my baby girl,&lt;br /&gt;I must say, she is the most understand gf yet.. Since my break up with my ex, I have kinda turn into a party animal.. For the past one year, I had lots of fun in the club.. Ever since, I am attached to Patricia, clubbing has already become meaningless and all the fun seems to have disappeared.. Maybe it was a tool to escape the fact of loneliness.. And with Patricia coming into my life, the loneliness is now filled with love.. So to all the friends out there, I decided to club lesser or even if possible to stop.. Thought she can be understanding, but it wont stop her from worrying.. For those, who has been to the club will know that it isn't really a good place to be in.. So for her happiness and for her to not worry so much about me, I came out with this solution.. As couple, no one would like that other partner to be constantly worrying about the other.. So I hope all of you, my dear friends can understand.. I am not saying that you can't call me out, but maybe lets do something new?  Like, supper? Prawn fishing? Chilling out late somewhere more comfortable? haha.. Boring? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, my sister NIG..&lt;br /&gt;Been almost 2 months since I met her.. Finally had the chance to meet up.. Heard that she was facing many issues again, really made me feel sad and sorry for her.. Am happy that we are still close as before.. I remember the feeling when I was going down to meet her.. Was thinking, so long never see each other le.. Don't even know how to react or talk to her anymore.. But all these thinkings were silly.. haha.. Still as close as before! which is a good thing.. Had tcc for dinner and caught a movie together with Marina and had tons of fun in the arcade! Kinda priceless.. Hope all her unsolved issues will be untied soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, my dbl O gf..&lt;br /&gt;Saw you cried for the first time my life.. haha.. silly girl.. Am rather glad, you turned to me for comfort.. Made me feel important and part of your life.. Though there are many things that I don't know, but I can feel that you are rather unhappy since you got yourself into your present relationship.. You are brave, I can see it from you.. So brave that you forced your feelings deep in.. But there are times, you need to release them out.. What happen earlier today wasn't the very right thing to do.. Getting pissed off at your friends isn't really what you want, and you know it.. So plsplspls say sorry.. I will always remember this, during our time in poly, you mentioned about a upset period with your ex bf.. You thank me for not asking too much and for not saying, are you ok? Since then, I know you rather choose to handle your feelings yourself then to pour it out.. So like today, I only chose to comfort you and not ask anything about it.. I believe now, you have calmed down, so think about what you have and evaluate what was right and what was wrong.. I remember saying, I cannot make decision for you, I only can suggest or to tell you what I will do, so now I am telling you that when you realise that the person in front of you is a wrong choice, its time to wake up and not to continue dreaming and to fall deeper.. Its a painful process that no one wants to go through, but it will get more painful if you chose to fall deeper.. Do not hope any more for a fairy tale ending, cause I really don't see a happily ever after with him after what he had done.. Cheer up, my best and favourite team member and my one and only dbl O gf.. SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my brothers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick,&lt;br /&gt;Am very very very very very happy that you are finally back on home soil.. When you were away a lot of things happened.. Maybe the damaged caused cannot be eased.. But isn't what I really want to say.. I can feel that your family pressure and the motivated you to find a decent school to study in.. Its great and heart warming to see the change in you.. I hope it will be a permanent change.. Study isn't really fun at all.. Frankly, I never like to force myself into books.. So I won't blame you for not studying hard in the past.. But since now you know its importance, its best to keep it in mind forever to keep yourself motivated.. You have what it takes to have a outstanding future.. So do work hard, no matter what you choose to study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian,&lt;br /&gt;I see you trying to grow up fast.. I see you trying to attempt what you never attempt before.. But there is this character in you which make me kinda feel that you are not true to anyone or even to yourself.. Anyway, do take your time to grow and not to rush things through.. You are the most pure in the brotherhood, so pls remain that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tze,&lt;br /&gt;The issue between you and gin seems to be a never ending one.. Chances had been given to you and her to become friends, but you chose otherwise.. Now it had became a stage of no return.. Things is getting more complicated with the new complex relationship which you are in now.. I remember tell you this, don't give people false hope.. I will never know what's on your mind, but I can I say is, the situation that you are in now, is becoming a lot more complicated than it seems.. To end off, just want you to know that even when our brotherhood seems to be unstable, you are still a buddy to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-1228780995900720126?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/1228780995900720126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=1228780995900720126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/1228780995900720126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/1228780995900720126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/08/been-long-long-time.html' title='Been a long long time..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-2468623653987333315</id><published>2008-08-11T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:26:23.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>Been many busy weeks.. Finally its time to slow things down.. Met up with my baby today.. Though wasn't really for long, but it was great even though it was just a short walk with her to her granny company.. Only till today, then did I fully understood what my first love has always been saying, its not about how long but about getting to see your love one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really happy to see you, can feel you getting shy after I hug you in the middle of Orchard and kissing you on the escalator.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tire to write more.. maybe another day.. haha.. sweetie dreams.. yawn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-2468623653987333315?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2468623653987333315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=2468623653987333315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2468623653987333315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2468623653987333315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-7840965121696010291</id><published>2008-07-31T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:12:53.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor baby!</title><content type='html'>Guess what.. Now, is my precious turn to falling sick.. Lets hope she will feel lots better after she wakes up from her sleep tomorrow morning.. May angels be with her tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must nag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a hell busy week for me.. Getting ready for NDP preview was no easy job.. Attending meetings and getting ready all the stores required was easy.. But dealing with all the last minute tasks made everyone unmotivated.. Practically, was praying for OFF DAY every moment of free time.. Finally, I GOT IT!! haha.. Will be home now till tomorrow 7pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab back today, can't wait to 'escape' from my camp and wanting to leave the area as soon and as fast as possible.. So I took a 20 buck worth of cab fare back home! I must say, its worth every single cent! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda thought I will be able to cook for my precious today, but life isn't always going smooth.. She fell ill.. Bugged her to see the doc for very very very very and I really mean very long, before she say OK.. Anyway, I must have been rather bad, or else she will never visit a doc who she doesn't trust as much as her regular.. Told her to rest, but she insisted to see me and to accompany her to study for her chemistry test tomorrow.. Thought its only right to as her to rest but I got to be frank, I miss her a lot.. So can't force myself to force her to sleep, so I took a cab down to meet her.. The moment I see her, I feel so .. hmm.. sad.. Sad to see, my baby so tire and falling ill.. If had the chance to switch role with her, to be the patient, to be the one falling sick, I will gladly do it.. Holding her in my arms tightly, watching her close her eyes as she rest, made me pray for her health..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Am glad that I will still be able to see you tomorrow.. I will try to cook something nice for you.. Don't worry, everything I have cooked is edible.. Those who tried, never begged me for more.. haha.. Miss you, my baby.. Hope you will be blessed with a speedy recovery..~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-7840965121696010291?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7840965121696010291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=7840965121696010291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7840965121696010291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7840965121696010291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-poor-baby.html' title='My poor baby!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-7305181812661481627</id><published>2008-07-27T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:48:37.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first movie..</title><content type='html'>Will never forget prom night.. Not because it was frightening, maybe it is, at certain parts of the show when my baby girl suddenly grab me and scream.. haha.. Wont forget it cause it our first movie in the cinema.. Kinda her first horror show in the cinema too.. haha.. A super lame movie which made her become so frighten.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT WASTE YOUR PRECIOUS TIME TO CATCH IT.. WATCH IT ONLINE, IF YOU INSIST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobayashi! haha.. Nice nice! great lunch with a cute lady.. Then went to my playground to play! haha.. E2Max.. Then shopping for shoes with my baby for her founder day dinner.. Walked the whole of FarEast for 4 rounds, spending a total of almost 2 hours and she cant find any! haha.. super tiring shopping spree.. Maybe wasnt even a spree haha.. But am happy to be with her anyway haha.. Not always i can get to see her.. haha.. Went over to hereen to continue to search but still turn fruitless.. But at least she got herself a new handbag and a present for her friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny nightmare follows.. Was at the bus stop about to send her back.. Then her granny called.. So they arranged to go back together since she will be going over to her granny place.. So meaning that i will accompany her to meet her granny! haha.. But totally not ready! haha.. Panic! GRANNY LEL!! The mom's mother! haha.. But didn't really meet her granny.. parted at the traffic light.. Only see her granny haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night time was fun.. meet my brothers for a chat till late night.. or maybe early morning, like 5am in the morning? haha.. Derrick got me a fred perry yellow polo T.. super loving it.. haha.. Thanks man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go back camp! Its gonna be another week of ... sian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-7305181812661481627?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7305181812661481627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=7305181812661481627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7305181812661481627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7305181812661481627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-first-movie.html' title='Our first movie..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-7419138190239221165</id><published>2008-07-24T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:53:34.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I m so so so lucky to have you..</title><content type='html'>Sisters and brothers! I am sick! down with flu and cold.. Just the start only.. have yet to unleash the full potential of my sickness.. Muhaha! LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i took half day off today.. Went home to rest.. Got quite a little 'expected' surprise from my precious baby.. haha.. She pop by with porridge! so sweet of her.. After school, she rush home to shower and cook porridge for me.. reach my here at about 4pm.. Then still got to rush home for tuition.. SEE! I AM SO LUCKY! haha.. Anyway, am surprise that she can really cook.. yummy.. Always has been thinking that she can only make salad! haha.. oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving her for everything she done today.. Really sweet of her.. My first love porridge.. Blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nothing to be worried about, as i have said you will be the only one and you can tell me everything and anything.. Had a wonderful time with you.. Thanks for everything! Hugs! Hope you won't have fear of coming over.. Its really a great feeling.. A feeling of being close..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick bebe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-7419138190239221165?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7419138190239221165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=7419138190239221165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7419138190239221165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7419138190239221165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-m-so-so-so-lucky-to-have-you.html' title='I m so so so lucky to have you..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-2012630175631350039</id><published>2008-07-20T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:50:52.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am back.. haha..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was great.. I had a beautiful and naughty dream.. Let your imagination run wild, am not gonna tell you all anyway.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up on Pulau Senang was a nightmare in reality. Fortunate enough, that was the last night.. Crawled back onto mainland was such a relief! haha.. Missing home soil.. Missing my precious baby.. The first thing i did when i got home was to peek at her blog.. She is going to be model! haha.. Her album is great.. Elements of cute, pretty, playful and sexy can be found in it.. haha.. Will show you all when the ads or poster is out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought am very tire, I decided to meet my long lost brother whom just turn gay and back from Taiwan after six months! miss him so much! gave him a super brotherly hug haha.. Then rush down to meet my baby.. miss her so so so much! gave her a hug the moment i see her.. So nice! haha.. Oya, i brought a 5 by 5 rubik's cube for her friend as its his birthday! Got the rest of her friends royce chocolate and famous amous too.. Before i mention about the record breaking time they took to finish everything, i will tell you about the grand entrance i made.. haha.. Walked in and everyone was like.. .. .. silence.. .. .. even the birthday boy look lost.. haha.. But once the cookies and chocolate was out on the table everything went back to normal.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great to have the whole night with my baby.. She wrote me a letter and can see that she worked hard on learning how to fold a heart shape.. haha.. Loving it.. Has always this love for handmade letter or card from my love one.. So special and lovely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Boo, I had a great night with you.. Really can't believe that I was on a offshore island and then, I was spending a wonderful night with you.. Your nightmare won't come true, mine will! haha.. =P Anyway, I have never stop falling in love with your kisses.. So dun worry ya.. Cause i still wan mu mu! haha..~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-2012630175631350039?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2012630175631350039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=2012630175631350039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2012630175631350039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2012630175631350039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/07/am-back-haha.html' title='Am back.. haha..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-8546515980828355489</id><published>2008-07-13T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:13:43.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Senang! Gonna miss you!</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. At least today I get to see my precious.. Cutest thing you can ever find on the planet.. Woke up in the morning, having this feeling that she was beside.. haha.. Either I am being silly or its her smell from yesterday.. hee.. Anyway, its a nice feeling..  Something like waking up and walking to the balcony with a wide view of nature and taking in a very deep breathe.. Refreshing and great.. Been thinking about her the whole day.. Can't take it any more, so I decided to go down and meet her.. Thought it was only for less than an hour.. But its worth while.. Aren't going to see her for the week.. Will be offshore at Senang doing medical duty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Friday will be our first month.. 18 of July.. Can't believes days passed so fast.. Someone should seriously invent something to control time so that we can set it fast and slow where and when we like.. haha.. If only.. haha.. Been a wonderful month.. My baby is like everything I asked for.. Everything of her seems perfect.. Her flaws are flawless.. We didn't even had any chance to quarrel or argue at all.. Thank you for bring her to me.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-8546515980828355489?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/8546515980828355489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=8546515980828355489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8546515980828355489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8546515980828355489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/07/going-to-senang-gonna-miss-you.html' title='Going to Senang! Gonna miss you!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-4339450637223011271</id><published>2008-07-12T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:46:56.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Etamitni yad..</title><content type='html'>Been waiting for this day for very long! Just to fill you up, I only get to go out with my baby girl for once every two weeks.. You know, when you are brought with a strict family, the house rules can be very different.. Not only was it a day to see my girl, but it was also my dad's birthday! She came over in the morning and we watched shutter.. Kinda like my 4th time watching it.. So it wasn't that scary.. But, it was her first! haha.. I must say she isn't the horror kinda girl.. Can't take it at all.. haha.. But she managed to get a half time break, as we went out with my family for lunch to celebrate my dad's birthday.. So when half time resume, she was scared to her limits.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Kinda like when happen after the show, but was it too much? Anyway, really love to be with you.. Thanks for everything and all the effort.. Sorry if I bit you too hard.. oops.. =P ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-4339450637223011271?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/4339450637223011271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=4339450637223011271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/4339450637223011271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/4339450637223011271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/07/etamitni-yad.html' title='Etamitni yad..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-1813955988663717176</id><published>2008-07-10T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:44:20.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day.. haiz..</title><content type='html'>Woke up feel so fresh.. Wasn't sleepy at all.. First time after so long.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having a good start doesn't mean it would end well too.. Got called to go push the big bin to the dump site.. SHIT WORK! Argh! Worst thing is return to camp still have to do STORES! Super tire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly remember about the money issue.. This one is super piss.. The moment he say, I where got owe you money,  I almost killed him if he was talking to me face to face.. Like what most of you, my friends know, if it is little money, I will never ask for it.. That doesn't mean I will stand aside and look at you collecting money from my friend whom I already said it is not required to.. Though it may seems like a misunderstanding, but if it comes from a friendship of more than 5 years, then its super disappointing.. If you don't owe me money I ask you for what! Use your brain la! Some more, is I asking money back so that I can return to my friend whom shouldn't even give you the money! ARGH! IDOIT SIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Baby am ok le.. Love you.. Sorry to make you moody too.. =(~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-1813955988663717176?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/1813955988663717176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=1813955988663717176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/1813955988663717176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/1813955988663717176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-day-haiz.html' title='What a day.. haiz..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-4148426732181032050</id><published>2008-07-06T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:33:33.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day! Loving it!</title><content type='html'>hmm.. Got up early today, cause i went to see doc for my ankle.. Amazingly, after being torture by my sister yesterday, it doesn't hurt that much this morning! haha.. Anyway the doc say it isn't serious, but neither will it heal.. Look like i wont be  play much of competitive basketball in the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told my baby girl not to come down, but she still appeared though.. haha.. Glad she came! haha.. Was rather amazed that she know that i am not at home! haha.. Tried to bluff her into thinking that i am not going to the doc after all.. haha.. Didn't really want her to make the trip to jurong point to collect her teacher present and come all the way down to keep me company.. But what else can i say, she is the perfect kinda girlfriend.. Went to the arcade at Queensway Shopping Centre.. Played my favourite shooting game with her.. Totally lost .. .. to me of coz! haha.. Had a tough time choosing swiss meatballs at IKEA or KFC at Anchor Point.. Chose meatballs! but ended up eating KFC cause the queue was way too long.. But KFC was fun! haha.. Elbowing her  thigh and painting her nose with cheese.. How can it not be fun? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send her back.. She brought me up so high! 30 storeys up.. I was impressed by the view up there.. can see all the way to jurong, bukit timah and central.. hee.. Nice! We kinda share the same idea for a future home too.. haha.. Love ya.. Feel so comfortable with you in my arms! haha.. Am so looking forward to the next time we meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-4148426732181032050?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/4148426732181032050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=4148426732181032050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/4148426732181032050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/4148426732181032050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-day-loving-it.html' title='What a day! Loving it!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-8515821369828952885</id><published>2008-07-04T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T02:35:44.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all my frens out there..</title><content type='html'>hmm.. Been posting all about my girl and me.. I know most of you are jealous or envy! haha.. So this post is for all of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. Hope all of you are still doing good.. Doing well in all aspects of your life.. If free must come out and have coffee or something.. Most of you I haven seen since primary school le.. Oya, make yourself free on the 11th of july, going dbl O.. Wanna go? haha.. Small gathering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-8515821369828952885?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/8515821369828952885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=8515821369828952885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8515821369828952885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8515821369828952885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-all-my-frens-out-there.html' title='To all my frens out there..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-7377447458130679765</id><published>2008-07-04T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T02:29:26.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet she is going to kill me when she see this! haha..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SG0ZTsqiQ0I/AAAAAAAAADc/h9-1xD-_H3Q/s1600-h/cute+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SG0ZTsqiQ0I/AAAAAAAAADc/h9-1xD-_H3Q/s320/cute+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218855369390048066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SG0ZiSojaLI/AAAAAAAAADk/GDcWxWmVoqs/s1600-h/cute+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SG0ZiSojaLI/AAAAAAAAADk/GDcWxWmVoqs/s320/cute+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218855620100450482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BOO!! haha.. Wait wait.. I cant stop laughing haha.. Anyway, its the better two pictures out of many.. haha.. Everyone, she is still cute right!? haha.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, so sorry to make you worried about our future.. Am just being silly at times ba.. Silly me.. Feel so much better after telling you.. Seriously, I really don't hope to msn with you in the same house but in different room in the future.. haha.. Must be able to talk things out ok.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you so much.. I want your hugs and kisses! Loving you like always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-7377447458130679765?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7377447458130679765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=7377447458130679765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7377447458130679765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7377447458130679765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/07/bet-she-is-going-to-kill-me-when-she.html' title='Bet she is going to kill me when she see this! haha..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SG0ZTsqiQ0I/AAAAAAAAADc/h9-1xD-_H3Q/s72-c/cute+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-6430812341469787025</id><published>2008-07-03T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:33:48.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe i am starting to expect..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SGyeArBJg3I/AAAAAAAAADE/7B2rT-TvIs8/s1600-h/Paint_Your_Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SGyeArBJg3I/AAAAAAAAADE/7B2rT-TvIs8/s320/Paint_Your_Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218719802600293234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hmm.. I am starting to expect.. There are things to change to be perfect.. But to be perfect, you will no longer be yourself.. From what i have learnt from my past, never change someone.. Love her as who she is.. But how can i, when i am expecting a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-6430812341469787025?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/6430812341469787025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=6430812341469787025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6430812341469787025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6430812341469787025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/07/maybe-i-am-starting-to-expect.html' title='Maybe i am starting to expect..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SGyeArBJg3I/AAAAAAAAADE/7B2rT-TvIs8/s72-c/Paint_Your_Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-6869020524157358931</id><published>2008-07-02T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:22:36.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A kiss..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kissing was never a form of punishment..&lt;br /&gt;Its a symbol of love, a symbol of blessing..&lt;br /&gt;Many are shy to give and to receive..&lt;br /&gt;But never associate it with punishment..&lt;br /&gt;Its ok, if you are not ready to give..&lt;br /&gt;But please, never make such a beautiful thing simple..&lt;br /&gt;Great to see the blush on you..&lt;br /&gt;Love ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-6869020524157358931?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/6869020524157358931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=6869020524157358931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6869020524157358931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6869020524157358931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/07/kiss.html' title='A kiss..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-5176464074038670042</id><published>2008-07-02T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:24:13.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Surprise!</title><content type='html'>Finally, its my turn to see your shocked face haha.. Love the morning breakfast and the flower I got for you today? haha.. Totally forgot that your brother study in the same school as you! haha.. Wanted to send you to school too.. haha.. But well, at least you received my lovey breakfast haha.. Hope everything goes well in school for you.. Hugs.. See you later after school! haha.. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love..&lt;br /&gt;Bebe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-5176464074038670042?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/5176464074038670042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=5176464074038670042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5176464074038670042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5176464074038670042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/07/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise Surprise!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-8789240737122282720</id><published>2008-06-29T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:20:40.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你是我的宝贝! 我的! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;你是我的宝贝! 我的! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SGb5qSwSvxI/AAAAAAAAACs/9VOEb8OZS_c/s1600-h/DSC00853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SGb5qSwSvxI/AAAAAAAAACs/9VOEb8OZS_c/s320/DSC00853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217131723339513618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;爱情 是一种非常美丽的事。我过去一直在寻找我的真爱, 今天终於让我找到你了 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从爱你的那一天, 我的手机会为你24小时开, 在你最需要我的时候可以随时找到我, 因为我爱你, 所以会时时担心你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也会很自豪的我告诉的朋友与家人你是我最爱的女人 , 当然并不是时时挂在嘴上, 而是用 一种行动去告诉别人, 你是我最爱的 女人！因为有了你我觉得很骄傲, 很快乐。=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也会把除了工作之外的 时间都给你,当然会偶尔和朋友去聚会, 因为我想时时刻刻都看见你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也会毫不吝啬的给你物质上的付出, 为你创造终身的惊喜,  因为我觉得所有 辛苦的努力就是为了你的一个微笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也会陪你 一起爬山,看海,看星星,看日落, 因为我知道你渴望这样的浪漫。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也不会留恋与网络与别的女人眉甜言蜜语, 因为对你我都有说不完的爱, 哪有那心思和别人废话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也希望未来每天很辛苦的工作回到家的时候, 会抱着你说“老婆,我回来了” 。因为绝对不会把不快乐带给你！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也绝对不会忍心背叛你, 无论出于什么样的动机。因为在我眼里, 你是最美,最逗人喜爱的宝贝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也会象爱我家人那样爱你的家人, 也会尊重你的亲人和朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;因为我真的爱你, 我愿为你牺牲一切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Finally! Whoo, almost died trying to write chinese! haha.. Love you.. =)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-8789240737122282720?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/8789240737122282720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=8789240737122282720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8789240737122282720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8789240737122282720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_28.html' title='你是我的宝贝! 我的! =)'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SGb5qSwSvxI/AAAAAAAAACs/9VOEb8OZS_c/s72-c/DSC00853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-7595403542793340138</id><published>2008-06-29T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:49:48.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday! 2806</title><content type='html'>Guess what.. This is how I look like when I am 21! haha.. Its the best birthday after 3 years, my baby really understand the meaning of a simple and sweet birthday.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SGafu9HHfxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UKQryX9_dAQ/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SGafu9HHfxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UKQryX9_dAQ/s320/DSC00841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217032847382511378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woke up very early to save the fall of the balloons.. haha.. I made a surprise for my baby dear.. Actually, its not a surprise but many many surprises haha.. Let me show you the amount of balloons i made..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SGahK9T2PjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SnQ8mw4yB9s/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SGahK9T2PjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SnQ8mw4yB9s/s320/DSC00857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217034427983871538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha.. Its a lot!  The most important ones are the ones which says, PATRICIA I LOVE YOU! hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lets get back on track.. haha.. Picked my baby up for lunch at Prima Tower.. She was like so shy the moment she board the car.. haha.. So tense and stress.. Anyway, if i were to see her parents too.. I will be worried too.. You know giving a good impression during the first meeting with your dearest's parents is very important.. But I must say, she is loved by all.. I can see my mom smiling throught out the journey.. hee.. Comfirm like my baby de.. haha.. But I must say, she is so not herself today.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time seeing her without spectacles, 2nd wearing a dress, 3rd so quiet during the meet the family session.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the great lunch.. hee.. nice nice.. She came over my place for her surprises.. Not going to tell all of you what were the surprises cause its classified.. haha.. All I can say, is that its worth all the hard work, time and effort after seeing her expression.. hee.. We caught sassy girl too.. My baby never watch sassy girl before.. Not gonna allow such thing to happen! haha.. Its such a nice show.. MUST WATCH! you know, its like 6 popcorns out of 5.. hee.. Feel so close with my baby throughout the whole show! hee.. Oya.. hee.. Something great happened after the show.. hee.. small lips.. So not going to tell you too.. Sweet Secret..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad everything got to end.. Send her home to put most of her stuff and accompany her to bugis to meet her mom for dinner.. So much of me want to hug her and kiss her goodbye, but I know its better and safer not to.. haha.. Couldn't bear to say goodbye but still got to do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~You made my day.. Just by being here on my birthday is the biggest gift I can ever get.. I love all the presents you made and got for me.. Really special and nice.. The best ever.. hee.. Missing you..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SGaubu8S2rI/AAAAAAAAACM/OdgNf83RJX8/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SGaubu8S2rI/AAAAAAAAACM/OdgNf83RJX8/s320/DSC00858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217049009835924146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later on, met my friends for dinner and went DBL O.. Kinda fun.. Received quite a number of presents.. haha.. Thanks all.. If I wasn't that tire from all the basketball training, I think will bring the house down.. haha.. Too bad tire and alcohol don't really mix well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, during clubbing, my baby sms me that something happen to her mom.. Was very worried about it.. Gave her a call.. Already knowing that baby, must have cried or crying.. It was regarding some family matters.. Which most of us has little control over.. Haiz.. Why must my baby go through so much.. Thank god for sending her to me, cause i will use my love to heal her wounds.. Really hope everything will turn out well.. ~Be strong my baby~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Really enjoyed the day with you.. Its our 10 days.. Our first sweet secret.. A day i will never forget..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-7595403542793340138?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7595403542793340138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=7595403542793340138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7595403542793340138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7595403542793340138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-birthday-2806.html' title='My birthday! 2806'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SGafu9HHfxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UKQryX9_dAQ/s72-c/DSC00841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-1471192165825260708</id><published>2008-06-26T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:44:48.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must say.. am falling deeply in love with you..</title><content type='html'>Surprise surprise once again.. This time round, its at her school.. haha.. Been rather busy with basketball tournament in camp recently.. So i took a full day off to meet her and to get some stuff for another surprise during my birthday..  Waited for her at the bus stop outside her school.. While waiting was thinking, how will she look like in her yellow uniform.. A colour she hates so much.. haha.. But once again, she is cute no matter what she wears.. CUTE! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She surprised me too.. Handed me a hand written letter.. Her very first letter to me.. hee.. Sweet! S0rry, not gonna tell you guys what she wrote.. But its sweet haha.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to clementi again! This time was to do 4 things! Having lunch, Topping Ezlink, Getting stationeries and Collection of her parents photos.. haha.. Practically, stared at her having lunch! haha.. Cute Cute Cute Cute.. haha.. I believe this is call crazily in love with someone.. haha.. Now am beginning to love the little things we do, because it gives me the feeling of being a happy couple.. Simple, sweet and beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very heart to heart talk down at her void deck.. She told me many things about her past.. I was crying inside.. Cause its really a cruel world out there.. And I am sad that it happened to my precious.. But on the bright side, this were the very same things that made her strong and mature today.. After seeing that she is so strong, I just couldn't let my tears flow.. This also when, i truly fell deeply in love with her.. I held her close, trying to make her feel safe and secure.. Letting her know, that its over and done with.. I know she strong, but after all, she is still my precious baby.. hee.. Love the feeling of holding her close..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I know you will read once I tell you i am done.. So am gonna say, I love you.. =) 900 months is a lot but like I promised, it is now eternal.. Hugs! One more day! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson aka BeBe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-1471192165825260708?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/1471192165825260708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=1471192165825260708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/1471192165825260708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/1471192165825260708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-must-say-am-falling-deeply-in-love.html' title='I must say.. am falling deeply in love with you..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-3467032565772889953</id><published>2008-06-24T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:40:04.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant believe that i am in love..</title><content type='html'>Though I am in love, it feels like a bubble.. Ready to burst anything and wake me up from my beautiful dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so nice being love by someone special and to love that special someone back.. I almost forgotten how was the feeling like.. As most of you would know, my past two relationship was not smooth..  A 4 years relationship which everyone thought will remain forever. came crushing down and a beautiful beginning turn out to be a wrong choice.. There was a time, when I lost faith in love.. I even thought of being single and decided not to hurt anyone any more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all started to change when I met my baby, Patricia.. I agree with many, that she is very young.. But I must at the age of 16, she carry a maturity of a lady.. She kind of still behaves like a baby kid.. But that's what I like about her.. When needed she can be understanding and mature, when not, she is herself being like a baby.. I would say, she is perfect.. But like many of you again, will say, no one is perfect.. Yes, I totally agree.. But this time round, I am going to struggle with her in this relationship.. In the past, I gave in for my first, I asked from my 2nd.. Maybe that was why I failed.. So this time round, I am going to struggle.. From what I have learned in life, only through struggles, then will both grow closer.. Not by giving in or asking from..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really thankful for everything you have done, my baby.. Simply, just by accepting me as a friend on friendster was already such a blessing.. And now, I am able to call you mine, it's like a dream.. A fairy tale that I hope will never end.. Love you.. STUDY HARD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-3467032565772889953?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/3467032565772889953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=3467032565772889953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/3467032565772889953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/3467032565772889953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/06/cant-believe-that-i-am-in-love.html' title='Cant believe that i am in love..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-5387976871328814510</id><published>2008-06-22T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:48:30.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first breakfast today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SF4M7ZhbSoI/AAAAAAAAABk/MDC5WsXse2w/s1600-h/1331495127738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SF4M7ZhbSoI/AAAAAAAAABk/MDC5WsXse2w/s320/1331495127738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214619633144515202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shui Kway! haha.. Didnt know we have common breakfast too! hee.. Tell you more about it later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I successfully dragged her to Ghim Moh to feel the pain of Tui Na therapy! She suffered a elbow injury and me, has an ankle injury too.. Been doing a lot of running and the training for basketball tournament, so my past injury is back again.. Feel so painful! But its worst during the 'Therapy' haha.. Too bad I didn't bring my camera phone along with me, am sure gonna take down all the funny faces she made during the torture.. haha.. Cute still i must say.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to have shui kway after the long battle with pain! haha.. Feel so happy to eat breakfast with her.. I love the feeling of going to the market to have breakfast with my love ones.. hee.. Feel blessed somehow.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya.. My poor baby's big aunt is here to disturb her again! Hope she wont stay too long though.. Haiz, why this kinda thing happen every once a month.. Its such a hassle.. Poor thing! Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.. had a slow walk back.. hee.. Somehow am still rather shy to hold her close.. Maybe feeling its not the time yet ba.. haha.. But did attempted to when we were crossing the path outside the construction side.. hee.. So worried that the floor is too slippery for her.. So kinda pull her closer and put my hand around her waist.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice breakfast with you my dear.. You made my day! Hope many more breakfast to come! hee.. Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-5387976871328814510?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/5387976871328814510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=5387976871328814510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5387976871328814510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/5387976871328814510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-first-breakfast-today.html' title='Our first breakfast today!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SF4M7ZhbSoI/AAAAAAAAABk/MDC5WsXse2w/s72-c/1331495127738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-1236930120548997894</id><published>2008-06-21T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T02:19:47.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.. its a fun day!</title><content type='html'>I must say today was a rather tiring day.. But its still worth all the effort and energy going down to see my precious baby girl.. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5am slept at 2am.. Then got to go for basketball training! Its hell.. Can't even really open my eyes! haha.. Kept telling myself that Patricia is here watching me play, so as to keep me motivated.. Finally, time to go back camp! So much of me is trying to reach for the bed.. But, i chose to stay up and go attempt an impossible mission.. Asking for time off during a commanders training day! heehee.. I got it in the end! Rush all the way down to where she was.. Was intending to surprise her at her tournament venue but  she was already on her way back! So i appear at her station.. Surprise surprise! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send her back home! and went for my late lunch or should i say 2nd lunch.. Then got a cute sms from her asking me to accompany her to go to the supermarket! haha.. I love the feeling of us going to ntuc.. So much like young married couples.. hee.. Think i am getting way crazy over her.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya! I missed out something important! She give me a very very special letter or should i say, a toy! haha.. With sweet little words of hers in it.. Feel so close and similar in our thinking about relationship.. Huggies.. Love you for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to her area after her shopping, had a tough time trying to struggle with her homework.. Shouldn't have brought my psp along.. haha.. But she love the game, DJ max! haha.. You know some people cannot use two side of the brain at the same time.. hee.. oops.. Met her best girlfriend, Hannah too! Interested friend she got.. Had a nice time with her again.. If only we can meet up everyday! I want to meet her everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my baby, am seriously going to bite you again when i see you again.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-1236930120548997894?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/1236930120548997894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=1236930120548997894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/1236930120548997894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/1236930120548997894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmm-its-fun-day.html' title='hmm.. its a fun day!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-8333255441335253599</id><published>2008-06-20T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T02:12:39.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th June!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Boo! Today I don't know what to type, so CJ is going to tell you something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson told me this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;    &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;       &lt;p&gt;There are many untold secrets..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Secrets of love..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Secrets that are only shared between me and him..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He told me that he loves you alot..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ever since you entered his life, he has changed..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You shined and guided him into the path of love..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Guided him with love and warmth from within you..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In return, he has decided to love you forever and ever..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Time is no longer a barrier in this love..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Thats all for today.. I cant reveal too much secrets to you in a day.. =) Just remember that he is already willing to love you with the rest of his life..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bronson&lt;/p&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/5302463459607845932-8333255441335253599?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/8333255441335253599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=8333255441335253599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8333255441335253599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/8333255441335253599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/06/20th-june.html' title='20th June!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-6339724885201225614</id><published>2008-06-18T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:47:10.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 June 2008.. Today is a very special day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SFkaf0etipI/AAAAAAAAABc/CGSCOiuyJZ8/s1600-h/Cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SFkaf0etipI/AAAAAAAAABc/CGSCOiuyJZ8/s320/Cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213227177623784082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.. I am happy to announce that I have found my love! Miss Cute! Miss Patricia! Hee.. Sorry to all the heart broken girls out there, but please be happy for me! Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say today was really my day! Everything turn out well.. Basketball selection, Soccer, being able to go home at 3 in the noon and most importantly, having the chance to meet My Patricia and asking her to be mine! Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Patricia 's neighbourhood in the evening.. Got her a vitasoy, cause my poor girl was having gastric problem.. Kept it close to me cause its too cold for her to drink then, trying to make it warm or at least not so cold asap.. No knowing where she stay, I had this feeling that she will be at blk 23, so I went there and waited.. And guess what! I am right.. Somehow i just end up running into her or should i say, knowing where she will be.. Hee.. Then, she wanted to go get soya milk! I make the vitasoy appear out of no where! haha.. She must be surprise! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down with her and had a very long time at the void deck.. Cant really look into her eyes! So shy! haha.. Finally, I decided to gather all my courage and asked her to be my girlfriend.. hee.. Didn't know asking a girl to be yours can be so tough! haha.. Teasing me all the way! haha.. but when she start to tease i know she is mine le! hee.. I believe being shy was never really seen to many of you, my friends.. haha.. But seriously, that was once of the most shy moment in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee.. But i am still glad fate gave me the chance to meet her today, to me 18 june is a very special day.. her birthday is 8 and mine is on the 28.. So if we can make 18 a very special day, the whole month of june will be special! hee.. Thanks for who ever is out there, making such a day possible for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Misses to you my dear Patricia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-6339724885201225614?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/6339724885201225614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=6339724885201225614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6339724885201225614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/6339724885201225614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/06/18-june-2008-today-is-very-special-day.html' title='18 June 2008.. Today is a very special day!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SFkaf0etipI/AAAAAAAAABc/CGSCOiuyJZ8/s72-c/Cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-566240122216232233</id><published>2008-06-16T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T03:20:32.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.. webcam fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SFVkYuPQZ8I/AAAAAAAAABU/XpZQoa-cThw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SFVkYuPQZ8I/AAAAAAAAABU/XpZQoa-cThw/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212182519642875842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't know webcam with her can be so fun! Haha.. For the benefit of all, this is how cute she is! Envy!?! Haha.. She is so like a kid.. Ultra cute!! Haha.. Heehee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish tomorrow i will be able go out with her! My very very last day of rest, My freedom! But I got to understanding.. Her granny is more important! Hate it when i do something against what i want.. But ya, family is always more important.. Remember that, to all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Wrote a letter for her.. hoping to give it to her before i return to my restless camp.. But  look like the possibility of seeing one another is very low, so am gonna type it in here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It had been a very special and wonderful week with you..&lt;br /&gt;Am glad i took the seven days rest..&lt;br /&gt;If i didn't I won't be able to have met you in person..&lt;br /&gt;And i won't have know that you are much more cuter in person..&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know more about you was a blessing..&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, everything has its ending..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before i end it, I must say..&lt;br /&gt;These 7 days are like the colours of a rainbow..&lt;br /&gt;Every day is different..&lt;br /&gt;But most of us has forgotten what makes it beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;Its you..&lt;br /&gt;The rain and sunshine..&lt;br /&gt;Without you, there won't be any rainbow..&lt;br /&gt;Without you, my seven days will be like any other days..&lt;br /&gt;So really got to thank you for bringing rain and sunshine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bronson&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/5302463459607845932-566240122216232233?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/566240122216232233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=566240122216232233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/566240122216232233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/566240122216232233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmm-webcam-fun.html' title='hmm.. webcam fun!'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SFVkYuPQZ8I/AAAAAAAAABU/XpZQoa-cThw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-4684015891541024660</id><published>2008-06-14T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:19:37.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.. I think i am not connecting well..</title><content type='html'>Guess what I played basketball today! Cant believed it.. The last time I played was like months ago.. I have been telling myself that basketball was my life and passion.. But little of me is motivated to go out there and play some ball.. If it wasn't for her, i don't think I would have played basketball today! Thanks for letting me meet this very special girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SFPPPmfnIEI/AAAAAAAAABI/WB6zd-87vtc/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SFPPPmfnIEI/AAAAAAAAABI/WB6zd-87vtc/s320/DSC00820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211737060735918146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our meeting place.. That's what i thought! Haha.. Was totally unclear of  her directions.. So i just went with my feelings.. Somehow I was right.. Wonder if its fate or pure chance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember earlier in the week when we went to the IT fair.. We decided to meet at the control station of city hall.. But we ended up taking the same train.. I skipped a train.. Having this feeling that she will be on the next one.. I chose a carriage with my feelings.. I looked around and there she was.. Though not the same door, but its the same carriage..  Another time was going to support her, we told each other if we see each other at boon lay then we will go together.. And there she is.. I seems to know where she will be and where she will be appearing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a random person.. Most of my friends labelled me as a planner.. So when all these happen its so out of my norm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we have been seeing each other lately, I just can't build the connection.. Partially because i am rather shy around her and afraid my actions will be negatively to her in some way or another.. You know, so much of you want to be the most perfect when you with the person you like.. But, by doing so, you aren't yourself.. Am rather silly right? worrying so much! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. Wondering was her feeling towards me.. hmm.. Thinking too much again.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-4684015891541024660?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/4684015891541024660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=4684015891541024660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/4684015891541024660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/4684015891541024660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmm-i-think-i-am-not-connecting-well.html' title='hmm.. I think i am not connecting well..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SFPPPmfnIEI/AAAAAAAAABI/WB6zd-87vtc/s72-c/DSC00820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-7626834294355772655</id><published>2008-06-14T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:43:30.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone special has entered..</title><content type='html'>Am rather happy for the past few days.. having the feeling of first love.. you know, things like butterfly in your tummy.. Excitement and anticipation when going to meet the special one.. Willing to spend hours just to support her quietly..  Been years since i had these kind of feelings.. Very nice and pure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further more, she is cute.. killer! haha.. Cant resist my liking for a cute thing like her.. Though its not a good thing to fall for someone looks.. But i just cant resist her.. But to be frank, it was her looks which attracted me to her in the first place.. She holds the image of my kinda girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i what i had said, its easy to fall for someone, but its hard to craft out a long lasting relationship.. Really hope she can be the one.. But, only time can tell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck and pls bless me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-7626834294355772655?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7626834294355772655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=7626834294355772655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7626834294355772655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/7626834294355772655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/06/someone-special-has-entered.html' title='Someone special has entered..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-2905793664754152404</id><published>2008-06-14T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T09:07:00.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2nd love..</title><content type='html'>Today, i am going to talk about my 2nd love..  A true love that end up bad.. she hates me lots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SFLRQrgZVeI/AAAAAAAAABA/_I-TqXZ6YY8/s1600-h/peach+n+lemon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SFLRQrgZVeI/AAAAAAAAABA/_I-TqXZ6YY8/s320/peach+n+lemon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211457803307800034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd love is the one whom brought me out of my darkness.. I spend a great deal of time dealing with my first break up.. My 2nd love was the one whom brought me the light and showed me the way out.. I remember that very day.. That day i was working at a music production studio.. Working on some editing project.. A call came.. Seeking a place to stay till late.. It was her.. My 2nd love.. Then she got a major issue with a guy she love.. I knew that she is not feeling alright so I brought her up to the roof top.. Beautiful day to be with a beautiful girl.. That was when i realise that i had miss out on a special girl whom was always infront of me..  She was mature and her willingness to sacrifice for love made me like her.. I started to ask her out.. everything went well in the beginning.. But when we really got together.. Everything started to change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her, I understand that no happy how perfect both of you may seem when both were dating.. But, when it really come to a relationship, everything is different again..  This was one of the many reasons why i chose to be single.. I do not wish to hurt anyone in the end.. To my 2nd love, I am sorry that we are in the situation we are now.. I know i have done a lot of things to hurt you.. If you need to hate me, do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-2905793664754152404?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2905793664754152404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=2905793664754152404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2905793664754152404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/2905793664754152404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-i-am-going-to-talk-about-my-2nd.html' title='My 2nd love..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SFLRQrgZVeI/AAAAAAAAABA/_I-TqXZ6YY8/s72-c/peach+n+lemon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-3283929943585846081</id><published>2008-06-10T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:11:25.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd entry, about love..</title><content type='html'>Am still trapped by love.. So much of me wants to be free again.. But so much is still not ready too.. So let me talk about love.. The 2 most important love in my life yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210224029565951154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SE5vJmJ7nLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dwr_9VyN9Ss/s320/a19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My First Love.. Met this wonderful girl online in Msn chat room when I was about 15 and she was 14.. One day fine day, i decided to ask her out for a movie.. My very first movie with a girl.. To be frank, it was my first date.. (Everything I type in here is totally true.. Even if you happen to read it.. You may not know some of the details.. cause i have never told you..) Recently, I went back to where i used to stay.. I took the very path, I walk to meet you for that very movie.. Crossing the bridge with so much anticipation.. Walking the path to the station with blury image of how you may look like.. I even remember lying to my beloved mother that I will be going to the library instead of saying that I will be meeting a girl online.. haha.. Took the train alone with so much excitment, cause its my first time meeting you, my first time meeting a girl online.. Further more, its my very first time going to west mall.. and ever since, i have fell in love with that shopping mall.. Once reaching our meeting point, i started my search engine and noticed this little girl standing at the corner, wearing blue.. I will never forget the feeling you gave me.. Though i have never seen you, even your picture, I knew that very girl was you.. My shy nature prevented me from going over.. I waited at another corner, watching and hoping that the girl i was going to meet was you.. We has an agreement that if we didnt not meet up with each other at the station, we will meet up later at the ticketing area.. You started to make your way up there, I followed closely.. Sticking close to you up the escalator was funny.. Finally, i borrowed up all the couraged i can find within me and asked you, Are you wp? You smiled and said yes.. As for our first movie, I would that it was a horrible choice, cause i do not even remember much about it.. haha.. All i can remember was me, starting a pop corn fight.. little did i expect a return from a cute little girl.. I think thats when I started to fall for you.. After the 'horrible' movie about popcorns, we went to the arcade.. She mentioned that she was feeling cold.. So i brought out a oversized sweater from my bad and passed it to her.. it was a sweet action but hell broke loose after that! haha.. She wore the oversized sweater over her.. haha.. looking so cute but on the hand, retarded!! haha.. Unintentionally, i raised my voice at her.. haha.. She was in shock for a moment, then she quickly took off the sweater and wrapped it round her.. The sweater is still with me till today.. I only wear it a few times when i am sick and feeling cold.. Seeing it always remind me of that day.. Wearing it, make me feel safe and secure, as though as she is hugging me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was our very first date.. Am I am glad that wasnt the last..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be written and continued on another day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bronson&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/5302463459607845932-3283929943585846081?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/3283929943585846081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=3283929943585846081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/3283929943585846081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/3283929943585846081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/06/2nd-entry-about-love.html' title='2nd entry, about love..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SE5vJmJ7nLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dwr_9VyN9Ss/s72-c/a19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5302463459607845932.post-1361412876086889227</id><published>2008-06-10T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:09:45.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first entry.. lets talk about friendship..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SE5YxWXE1iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l0Jv6O1sLm4/s1600-h/My+trademark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210199423753442850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SE5YxWXE1iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l0Jv6O1sLm4/s400/My+trademark.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never thought that some day like today, i will type an entry so disappointing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember we all started off when we were sec 3.. Tze wen was seated beside me and Derrick was somewhere at the corner of the class.. Wei jian wasn't really into the group then.. Maybe i should say that he wasnt really clicking with us at all.. Feel like more of a free lance activity friend rather than a buddy.. And now, he has totally drifted off the group..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick is coming back from Taiwan, he was attached there to serve the nation as a capable driver.. Had always felt that he is the link to our brotherhood.. I do not know he has the ability or the magic, but he is just able to keep everyone together.. Although, he was only gone for 6 months.. A lot has changed, and i believed he can feel it too.. Everything started rather well after he left for Taiwan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, Tze wen and I got to a stage where i really feel that he can be a rather good brother.. Didnt really like him in the past though, maybe i had never really tried hard enough to know him in the past.. We hanged out a lot when Derrick wasn't around, almost every weekend in the beginning.. Then, i will ask him about Gin, how they are doing even though they have broke off.. Can really tell that he stills love Gin a lot then.. So i tried to bring them closed as friends, even though Gin totally disliked him then.. Now, I have failed to do so.. I never brought them closer, I only ended getting closer with Gin.. Gin is a amazing girl.. A totally hell break loose kinda friend.. Super 'ON'.. Being a close with with your best buddy ex, will definitely create a huge distance and gap between the brotherhood.. The thing about my bud, Tze wen, he 'love' to keep almost everything that he is upset or whatever to himself.. Locking himself up, can't let me read his mind at all.. further more, i can see the jealousy he brings with him when Gin and i hang out.. I remember once, I decided to hold a camping night, so as to hope that i will be able to bring their relationship to a friendship kinda level.. Since Gin and me were free, we decided to meet up earlier to do some shopping for the camp.. Once Tze wen knows about it, jealousy was picked up from him.. I totally understand how he will feel.. But to come and think of it as we are brothers/Budz and if he still carry that jealousy with him, I really has nothing much to say.. Somehow, it links me with the issue of trust..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things we know, but there are so much restirctions to resolving an issue.. Especially when it comes to human relationship between three people whom has quite an important part to play in each others lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hope that you can come back faster.. Work your magic and bring this Budz together again.. Feeling such a failure to be unable to keep such a friendship which has lasted for many years alive for just 6 months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5302463459607845932-1361412876086889227?l=bronsonkcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/feeds/1361412876086889227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5302463459607845932&amp;postID=1361412876086889227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/1361412876086889227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5302463459607845932/posts/default/1361412876086889227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronsonkcs.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-entry-lets-talk-about.html' title='My first entry.. lets talk about friendship..'/><author><name>bronson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLzav9Nc2qE/SE5YxWXE1iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l0Jv6O1sLm4/s72-c/My+trademark.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
