Something's wrong with blogger. i was struck twice in this bug of theirs, making me wondering should i change my Blog service provider. should i consider livejournal? Xanga? or some other free blog provider. but i also reckon that based in the this time of the year. i wouldn't have much time to blog either. or i should re-create one myself.

i've moved on from telling souls what am i doing for the day to a columnist; to a cynic and procasinating; to general stuff and reflections. i figured long time ago that it's my right to say what i wanna say in this blog, 'cos it's rightfully mine. and be a entertainer online for god-you-know-who is reading it across oceans and mountains. at the end of the day, it might just be friends checking on you since everybody is busy about their lifes, not able to open a time slot in their PDA to catch up with you. no wonder one said as you grow older, you have lesser friends.

things differ when you have different bunch of friends. one bunch laid-back, another party-animals, another schooling-dwellers. or is it another transition after i been through one when i was 21. seriously, it wasn't that easy when most told me 20s is the best time, prime time of your life where you are legally to do everything. and try everything without the fear of failing. commitments played a big part in me now. for a moment, i felt i can't let time running away just like that. take it easy, you might say. no lor, especially you get people slapping you with reality. "LOOK!!! you got to think about this." or "it's a project.....we need some plans...and maybe a contingency plan... "

the next question is whether am i acting my age.

depends on who's the audience, i sounded too mature to some and i sound kiddish to many. It was nice of gerry to say i don't look like my age when i cut my hair. yesh, dickson and i shared the priviledge of looking young, despite our age. not that we are old but maybe seriously we should sit down and think about how we want to live for the next 10 years.

am i just getting paranoid. HA!

something i qoute from Viventi -

"We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon. But that doesn't diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives."

Now that i am at the beginning, waiting. waiting for a vintage love to come true. but something tells me it's not going to be easy. things won't just fall in places just as i want them to be. but i will strive to be a better man. a bold challenge i set for myself. things i hope to achieve.

Pledge of Love by Vesta Sikora

I've made a vow, to no one but you
I pledge my love to forever be true
I'll take care of you and treat you right
I'll lay beside you all through the night

I'll feed you and clothe you and keep you warm
I'll hug you and kiss you and give shelter in the storm
I'll help you and guide you and clear a path
I'll protect you and shield you from an angry man's wrath

I'll listen to your problems help you solve them too
I'll make you a rainbow and let the sun shine through
I'll take your side even if you're wrong
Just to prove our love is strong

I'll plant you flowers and make them grow
They'll be a symbol of love that only we'll know
I'll whisper your name when no one is near
So low that only you can hear

You'll feel my love even if we're apart
You'll know that we are one in heart

I love you

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- The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement (2004) -





Category: Comedy and Romance
Duration: 1 hr. 55 min.

After getting over the revelation that she is a princess and part of the royal family of the small and obscure European nation of Genovia (with a population of just 50,000), American teenager Mia (Hathaway) moves to the actual country she represents, with her best friend, Lilly (Matarazzo) tagging along during summer vacation. As she learns the job of being a country's future ruler, one challenge she's faced with is the prospect of being set up in an arranged marriage.

seriously, if you need a laugh at the end of the day, this is one good choice. but the ending is abit abrupt. and the thought of Hathaway reminds me of Mel Gibson. both face features suited the roles respectively, Hathaway as a princess, and Gibson as a patriot.

okie. this post is to tell people that your beloved xiaoqiang is taking a breather from his work. he is still alive and kicking. yesh, he has not been posting for the past week. yesh, there are rumours he has a gf. yesh, he is hibernating. yesh, he just want to keep quiet and be a listener.

HEY!!!

'Cos he is busy with his work. super busy. never in his life; that his year end is so busy. you can trying calling my handphone and chances are that your handphone shows i am on the other line. soon, i should opt for a CT-scan to see any damages done to the brain after all the radiation from my handphone. and my handphone is failing me. damn.

it's a festive season. it supposed to be happy-go-lucky. But then again, we can't ignored the fact the no work also means no money. xiaoqiang is trying his best to juggle between friends, work and family. especially at this period where his workload increased tremendously.

A Wish ...

When the moon is up in the sky
Shines a blue light,
Memories of the day we spent together
Will keep me from forgetting this date.

but knowing that being together
once again is kind of impossible
makes me think of what
may-be the best to do and to say ...

The wish that won't come true,
the song that won't be sung,
the way everything is happening
makes the world turn around us ...

If I could touch the stars,
I'd give them all to you,
and if the moon was in my reach,
that would be yours, too

seeing u happy is all i wanted to do,
seeing us succeeding is my hope for us two,
being together might be hard,
but i'll risk everything to be with you.

- by mooncycy -

Got this from simon's post from the multiplyer Pauline's blog. it's really damn funny until i rofl until tummyache. Enjoy reading and *hint* *hint* try to read this at a place which silence can be broken. decided to post this after him.

" "I, Xiao Qiang, hereby swear after Simon; never ever again to ask my gal friends why they take so long in toliet for."

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Trip to the Ladies

My mother was a fanatic about public bathrooms. When I was a little girl, she'd take me into the stall, teach me to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then, she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, NEVER sit on a public toilet seat.

Then she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat. By this time, I'd have wet down my leg and we'd have to go home to change my clothes. That was a long time ago.

Even now, in my more "mature years, "The Stance" is excruciatingly difficult to maintain, especially when one's bladder is full.

When you have to "go" in a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women that makes you think there's a half-price sale on Nelly's underwear in there. So, you wait and smile politely at all the other ladies, who are also crossing their legs and smiling politely. You get closer and check for feet under the stall doors. Every one is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter. The dispenser for the new fangled "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook if there were one but there isn't so you carefully but quickly hang it around your neck (mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance."

Ahhhh, relief. More relief. But then your thighs begin to shake. You'd love to sit down but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance" as your thighs experience a quake that would register an eight on the Richter scale. To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!"

Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday -the one that's still in your purse. That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than our thumbnail. Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't work.

The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet.

"Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious,tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle, and sliding down, directly onto the insidious toilet seat. You bolt up; knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly ashamed of you if she knew, because you're certain that her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because,frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, sending up a stream of water akin to a fountain that suddenly sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged off to China. At that point, you give up.

You're soaked by the splashing water. You're exhausted.

You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket, and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past a line of women, still waiting, cross-legged and, at this point, no longer able to smile politely.
One kind soul at the very end of the line points out that you are trailing a piece of toilet paper on your shoe as long as the Mississippi River! (Where was it when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."

As you exit, you spot your boyfriend, who has since entered, used and exited the men's restroom and read a copy of War and Peace while waiting for you.

Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"
This is dedicated to women everywhere who have ever had to deal with a public restroom (rest??? you've got to be kidding!!).

It might finally explain to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other woman can hold the door and hand you Kleenex under the door.

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