tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42704759443664475612024-03-13T21:59:09.940-07:00little things amuse mesome thought provokingSirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-7275209301931387432010-03-22T21:23:00.000-07:002013-09-09T06:15:25.399-07:00A Hero :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">This happened a few months ago.</span><span style="font-size: 100%;">But then I remembered, because very often I see an ambulance rushing pass.</span><span style="font-size: 100%;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">I was in an auto with a friend and an ambulance was overtaking. Only this time the driver was looking for the hospital. (How often does that happen I wondered).</span><span style="font-size: 100%;">He slowed down to ask my auto driver, but my driver wasn't too sure. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">BUT, yes there is a but, I KNEW! and I gave him directions. I hope I saved someones life that day.</span></span></div>
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Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-18162894946458312872010-03-22T00:28:00.000-07:002010-03-22T00:45:12.077-07:00complicated ONCE<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">today when i went for lunch, i saw a man wearing an avril lavigne tshirt.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">there was once a time when we all loved her complicated and sk8ter boi songs.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> altho for alot of us shes been long gone, i found she still lives in the hearts of many ;)</span><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >i couldn't resist but go online and find her tshirts. </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0oreDHdCC95F9P77L3qcPlXl68qMb-59o4Nv7z70r8tSx-8-WZpTKcHThc-JqbvnOTsmFb2f-piVXRESvuX-XGnEdWlFPguIWWDGYlblmWiZXVNhgTU7wcEgCEgSA0_k0STMy0ij1tMk/s1600-h/i_love_avril_heart_t_shirt-.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0oreDHdCC95F9P77L3qcPlXl68qMb-59o4Nv7z70r8tSx-8-WZpTKcHThc-JqbvnOTsmFb2f-piVXRESvuX-XGnEdWlFPguIWWDGYlblmWiZXVNhgTU7wcEgCEgSA0_k0STMy0ij1tMk/s400/i_love_avril_heart_t_shirt-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451359188156778690" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEw0qCyM2ytPM8Vbribwor3c2-Np3Kee-jlC9pyByz9A_8ChUcrDDxT8MPV5xYLaUFgexJUcdBJ0UVb8p7tX_lMIWXjYQvFRR96ztZ47s_kUSuPPkJd_wNd3HCK3jJfP08EKjVR72zE8ZI/s1600-h/i_am_the_sk8er_boi_tshirt.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEw0qCyM2ytPM8Vbribwor3c2-Np3Kee-jlC9pyByz9A_8ChUcrDDxT8MPV5xYLaUFgexJUcdBJ0UVb8p7tX_lMIWXjYQvFRR96ztZ47s_kUSuPPkJd_wNd3HCK3jJfP08EKjVR72zE8ZI/s400/i_am_the_sk8er_boi_tshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451359383459077250" border="0" /></a></div></div>Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-32856197731333395642010-03-04T23:18:00.000-08:002010-03-05T01:14:29.248-08:00why waste time?<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I painted my nails pink in class today.</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTa7oYMQn3SoquhVaISfeuZxO4NcskAPI8m2S78-VdzDrsS-egLQtOdVhGufu73IxXmlVzPZGkIbhL4DDVIDxNvfqy2TC1UwmFd9ApXm6r8A1Uxmmli43ToGrjDr0JQu0dewzlXtZ7yHxC/s1600-h/DSC07595.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTa7oYMQn3SoquhVaISfeuZxO4NcskAPI8m2S78-VdzDrsS-egLQtOdVhGufu73IxXmlVzPZGkIbhL4DDVIDxNvfqy2TC1UwmFd9ApXm6r8A1Uxmmli43ToGrjDr0JQu0dewzlXtZ7yHxC/s400/DSC07595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445046395323949618" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-75997744941904729902010-02-18T10:31:00.000-08:002010-02-18T11:00:59.519-08:00'the silliest things are flapping around in my brain'If thoughts were food i would never go hungry.<br />and this is my recent most favorite song. im goin through some phase.<br />i love this song♥.<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eaTzRvp8Pdw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eaTzRvp8Pdw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-80124127122522280542010-02-11T02:36:00.000-08:002010-02-11T02:41:21.215-08:00the oat meal intervieweesmy friend had put this up on facebook. thot why not post it?!<br /><br /><a href="http://theoatmeal.com/comics/interviewees">http://theoatmeal.com/comics/interviewees</a><br /><br /><a href="http://theoatmeal.com/comics/interviewees"></a>Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-42574224490333274542010-01-20T02:03:00.000-08:002010-01-20T06:38:13.174-08:00Hello new year!<div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I've taken a nice long vacation from blogging. Although I was never regular, this is prolly the longest break.<br />I've read through a lot of blogs where people promise themselves they'll blog more frequently. Id love to do so too. except I wont promise myself any of that sort. With a lazy lump like me, one really cant expect too much writing. Tho i do spend a LOT of time thinking and writing my thoughts in a few words or sentences at the back of my book or notes. I somehow don't have all that same enthusiasm while blogging. but what the hell i will try. Adi Alex, Imtina and me<br /><br />okay then. i should go get some wine out to toast to my very first post of the new year. salut!<br /><br />oh ps: i have put up a picture of my sibs and me taken on 31st December. we had gone to the farm for a family picnic.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Adi Alex, Imtina and me and our dear 10 year old van at the back.</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7TMr49ZY9vbmRFq14btoG9MaCgu50-qgSVeAHWvhLdt-D4bwZYk53Sca9aZvFBoBfgpzaSDdSZK3VjGZwL-81CZI0-XNn3hjfZV1wYjDgVpOLNluZaQLdvUgkKGA_naaAyOtaihXmbc1u/s1600-h/DSC02323.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7TMr49ZY9vbmRFq14btoG9MaCgu50-qgSVeAHWvhLdt-D4bwZYk53Sca9aZvFBoBfgpzaSDdSZK3VjGZwL-81CZI0-XNn3hjfZV1wYjDgVpOLNluZaQLdvUgkKGA_naaAyOtaihXmbc1u/s400/DSC02323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428825448618019522" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div>Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-1042223608126218532009-12-06T09:32:00.000-08:002010-01-21T07:30:58.491-08:00number plate obsession.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I must say i've been obsessing over number plates. i don't know when it started or how exactly - but its been years since i did.</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >iv always tried to get an 8 out of the numbers. unless the number plate has an 8 already like 1987(the year i was born)! if not - i would add, subtract, multiply,divide to somehow get an 8. why 8? i dont know. its not even my favorite number. 5 is.</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSSLEfg2xTO44kDYCwNeUcYe3aBCnOrnkfHrF9cpEH_BlhG6IG1WbAJNDFjQQLSAi-v4O2S2fl-8_v63357196fhqsaDPRvpbE5v8eN3U0mHDmE_VrEjrsqfBaSdPMBJzP3yqUuVyT5Et/s1600-h/1987.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 75px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSSLEfg2xTO44kDYCwNeUcYe3aBCnOrnkfHrF9cpEH_BlhG6IG1WbAJNDFjQQLSAi-v4O2S2fl-8_v63357196fhqsaDPRvpbE5v8eN3U0mHDmE_VrEjrsqfBaSdPMBJzP3yqUuVyT5Et/s400/1987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412213123438246994" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >my newest search is to find my atm pin number on a number plate. hopefully id find it on a nice car, not on an auto =) and take a picture. iv made shakey help me with my search too. sometimes its like he is more into it than i am. haha.<br /><br />BLOG EDIT on Jan 20th<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-B7X2dsvEPa48j5oDuUycsSbSg0SKxDDs54pIWCbOQ-8Km6vO3R2htu5Tj6aSsEkw1mNZkofxRIb0Py2dE4HPPKNBNCt4IGlqX0sBiRz_8q4kvVuKez3UIyShgFEfwR7Dq0wBRSOylaZh/s1600-h/DSC01987.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-B7X2dsvEPa48j5oDuUycsSbSg0SKxDDs54pIWCbOQ-8Km6vO3R2htu5Tj6aSsEkw1mNZkofxRIb0Py2dE4HPPKNBNCt4IGlqX0sBiRz_8q4kvVuKez3UIyShgFEfwR7Dq0wBRSOylaZh/s400/DSC01987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428837046221577842" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >This vacation: on the drive back home from the farm. This bolero had the number plate ml 01 1987. that is may 1st 1987 (My BIRTHDAY). awesome noh?! but sadly this was the best picture we could get.<br /></span></span>Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-38047605713692828452009-12-05T09:57:00.000-08:002009-12-05T10:16:50.832-08:00attention spani cant always read a big chunk of text. i have a real short attention span.<br />its prolly a.d.d. i just tried reading a blog but had to switch.<br /><br />a thought - im watchin tv.<br />a girl is kidnapped - is being pushed into the bonnet of the car.<br />screaming she asks "where are you taking me?"<br />kidnapper replies "somewhere safe"<br />would you trust him a lil?Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-23019471732715457502009-12-05T08:53:00.000-08:002009-12-05T09:35:36.710-08:00bus ride planSit at the back of the bus.<br />turn up the volume on your mp3<br />watch peoples heads bob as the bus moves<br />and watch their lips move as then talk<br />(except all you can hear is your music, your closely selected playlist).<br /><br />i quite enjoy doing all the above =)Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-85703913522220310752009-09-22T01:10:00.000-07:002009-09-22T01:12:17.632-07:00why your resume gets tossed.it hasnt yet. but i just read this online.<br />so why not post it here.<br />easy access also.<br /><br />The average recruiter sees 5,000 resumes a year. Any legitimate reason she finds to make one disappear makes her life that much easier -- and yours that much harder. Here, top-level recruiters reveal how candidates blow their chances to get a foot in the door. <p><strong>Numbers Don't Add Up</strong></p><p>If accomplishments can be quantified, do it -- but use discretion. Brandishing borderline performance numbers signals a lack of experience and bad judgment. "Phrases like 'managed a budget of $500,000' or 'led a team of two' might catch my eye in a bad way," warns Olaf Weckesser, a former recruiter for McKinsey & Co. Better to spin it as "managed company's largest budget." </p><p>Adds Alexandra DeMarino, a Citigroup recruiter: "If a small number is impressive, you absolutely have to put it in context." Because you can't provide context for academic numbers, don't include GMAT scores below 650 if you're targeting a top firm. DeMarino suggests bragging about nothing less than a 3.7 GPA. </p><p><strong>Formality Takes a Vacation</strong></p><p>Don't succumb to the informality of email. "If you send a cover letter by email that starts with 'Hi,' it and your <a href="http://hotjobs.yahoo.com/resume" target="_blank">resume</a> will probably end up in the trash," says Cynthia Shore, an assistant dean at the University at Buffalo School of Management and former director of its career-resource center. Treat an email as you would a proper letter: Instead of "Hi," write "Dear Mr. Case." Instead of "Thanks," conclude with "Sincerely." </p><p><strong>Keywords Are Overused</strong></p><p>It's true that recruiters sometimes use scanners to sort through resumes looking for certain keywords. But resumes appear contrived when candidates consciously try to include them. Describing a business-development position using such terms as "needs assessment" and "contract analysis" in order to squeeze in more keywords is a misguided strategy. Assume that a human being -- not a computer -- will be reading the resume. After all, these days fewer than 25 percent of all recruiters even use scanners. </p><p><strong>Things Get Too Personal</strong></p><p>"If you mention your age, we have to trash your <a href="http://hotjobs.yahoo.com/resume" target="_blank">resume</a>," says Jeremy Eskenazi, vice president of talent acquisition at Idealab!, the California incubator firm. Since it's illegal for a company to solicit a candidate's age, race, or marital status during the hiring process, firms have adopted a "don't tell" policy to avoid potential bias suits. Many won't risk even having it handed to them. </p><p><strong>It Looks Too Fancy</strong></p><p>"A recruiter who receives resumes in pretty plastic folders will likely toss them," says Dave Opton, CEO and founder of ExecuNet, an online executive recruiting service. "I don't have time to take the damn things apart." Another faux pas: Folding a <a href="http://hotjobs.yahoo.com/resume" target="_blank">resume</a> so that it fits into a standard business envelope. Heavy-stock paper that retains its crease can be a nuisance. Says Opton: "They're easier to store and photocopy if they're flat." </p><p>Also, don't try to differentiate your resume with boxes or ornate lettering. When recruiters see a resume that's designed differently, they think the person's trying to hide something. Instead, focus on content. Your resume will rise to the top of the pile. </p>Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-17259072961849927212009-09-21T12:12:00.001-07:002009-09-21T12:12:58.016-07:00the little girl who asked me where i bot the eggs made my day.Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-13392129908762362942009-09-16T04:15:00.000-07:002009-09-16T04:21:21.684-07:00im tryin to personalize this blog little more.Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-81867460817060725932009-09-14T12:24:00.000-07:002009-09-14T12:27:44.139-07:006 things on the bus<ol><li>sleeping couple - drooling + eating stuff</li><li>staring ppl</li><li>girl staring out - with lady holdinghead</li><li>man offers seat to lady when another man takes it.</li><li>hot biker</li><li>i cant remember</li></ol>Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-57378229061534001272009-09-13T23:14:00.000-07:002009-09-13T23:26:54.784-07:00How can she slap? How can she slap?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndX2RFHmMNg<br /><br />you have to watch this!<br />i think the girl deserved it! feel bad he starts crying almost in the end!Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-56913945894471597472009-09-12T13:19:00.000-07:002009-09-12T13:39:26.768-07:00our way<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">People always find their way through. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">the highest peak, the moon, the deep sea.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">its funny.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">A part of one road that leads to school had been dug up. But amidst all of that diggin, people still managed to make a lil narrow path to walk across. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">i used it too and thot - people are real efficient when it comes to one's convenience. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">lucky me =)</span>Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-29414421075469926332009-09-12T13:04:00.000-07:002009-09-13T02:25:59.485-07:00what i found.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1X36bDHfnhSGWK3qRvhw8-Dw5RxEDh4Wasz9AOlUrgLQ-9YKG_uuaq678NoVmkGea-ExXQ8_z0QSD2vVYhFwXrfzSLbV9QHBBJ4TGteAQ-vktCAf9bABYOtuwgws2NhVs66zG4922x5S/s1600-h/4+of+us+in+black.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380674925002535538" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1X36bDHfnhSGWK3qRvhw8-Dw5RxEDh4Wasz9AOlUrgLQ-9YKG_uuaq678NoVmkGea-ExXQ8_z0QSD2vVYhFwXrfzSLbV9QHBBJ4TGteAQ-vktCAf9bABYOtuwgws2NhVs66zG4922x5S/s400/4+of+us+in+black.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >going through old pictures and this is one of those rare times we all dressed up in black.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >so i had to put it up - kala, nee and pree.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >without them college wouldnt be the same. </span></div>Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-38257988651179548852009-09-11T00:09:00.000-07:002009-09-11T02:26:58.918-07:00Walk Man.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmrguFVIGgJ73GRihUA5ME_xtVKVhx1AhpB6vdy7teRFRDAc823G13cuMFK5URMplBpiv78kN0xvNQfAK_95s7Sy3KkNycTPQ-ZMWzpYD3XzrFIYGb4Eybv59zx1Cf6vLYGoTPA2LpGMwf/s1600-h/one+arm+edit.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmrguFVIGgJ73GRihUA5ME_xtVKVhx1AhpB6vdy7teRFRDAc823G13cuMFK5URMplBpiv78kN0xvNQfAK_95s7Sy3KkNycTPQ-ZMWzpYD3XzrFIYGb4Eybv59zx1Cf6vLYGoTPA2LpGMwf/s400/one+arm+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380138410105349906" border="0" /></a><br />i dont know why i named it that.<br /><br />anyway - i was walkin home and i was carrying alot of things.<br />my bag, my laptop, some shopping i had done.<br /><br />and was complaining bout how heavy things were and wishing i had another bag or another hand.<br />when i noticed - the man walking infront of me - with headphones on - had only One arm.<br /><br />he looked happy with no worries.<br /><br />i felt like a jerk. what irony.<br />what a way to make me realize how fortunate i am.<br /><br />(the illustration was taken from this site http://rogerestesdesign.com/ . i was in a hurry and didnt draw one myself)Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-7504973801137697242009-09-08T12:06:00.000-07:002009-09-08T12:12:23.225-07:00wwfdonny alex and i were talkin about childhood and family.<br /><br />and remember WWF?? omg - the many many many characters n names.<br />i had always like hitman. hah.<br /><br />il note down all those names we talked about. its so funny. thinking bout how crazy we were about them then.<br /><br />my grandma still watches wwf btw. il post a picture soon.Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-7381582901411442302009-08-31T22:07:00.001-07:002009-08-31T22:12:08.141-07:00i think its means the same thing!anna and i were talking about my birthday - may 1st quite an easy date to remember.<br /><br />i said "its hard to forget"<br />and she corrected me and said "its not hard to forget"<br /><br />when they actually mean the same thing. Cool!!!Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-14226101407532465892009-08-30T23:38:00.000-07:002009-08-30T23:40:14.175-07:00birthday headache.now lulu's birthday is comin and i dont know what to do.<br />we had an argument bout that yesterday too!Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-38970147270904259342009-08-30T07:35:00.000-07:002009-08-30T07:37:43.800-07:00my house 13we still had the party at our place - even if we knew there were consequences.<br /><br />i thot we did it up well, - if only we took care of parking - uncle wouldnt have come.Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-70273430821720788552009-08-27T11:25:00.000-07:002009-08-27T11:56:10.064-07:00dosti n coffee.<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUWTIL3iVwJ5Opfe0Mb9IF0OvaVY9lKojzBMxUcT98YicVB69E6U5KsyXe_1GgZ18AlznqZMviAX1D2pVO9SHHUAgjE3OWp7y_9UAVHRuHgOChKZRw5ptzE5_EhJ1qB-aKxAUZSfiu8-A/s1600-h/coofeeday.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUWTIL3iVwJ5Opfe0Mb9IF0OvaVY9lKojzBMxUcT98YicVB69E6U5KsyXe_1GgZ18AlznqZMviAX1D2pVO9SHHUAgjE3OWp7y_9UAVHRuHgOChKZRw5ptzE5_EhJ1qB-aKxAUZSfiu8-A/s400/coofeeday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374711624602270450" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">two of my best frens. aby n kala.<br />and they did find out the link to this blog- even if i refused to tell them. HAH!<br /><br />i feel lucky iv got a bunch good frens across places like these two<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>♥<br /></div></div>Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-21559577916538818002009-08-27T06:36:00.000-07:002009-08-27T07:22:00.145-07:00my blog has turned PALE!!!can someone explain what happened?Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-72518924019302959392009-08-26T07:33:00.000-07:002009-08-26T07:44:44.618-07:00thoughts<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i was on the bus today.<br /></span>and everytime im riding i start thinking of a million things i want to write about.<br />i just never jot them down. so again i dont remember.<br /><br />but i love bus rides, they make me think so much and i love spending time thinking.<br />its priceless....Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4270475944366447561.post-77940601258904760462009-08-18T03:19:00.000-07:002009-08-18T03:55:01.754-07:00night mare wedding<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I had a night mare last night.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and it wasn't the type that stopped once i got up.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">it continued thrice. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">well then.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i was getting married. and i don't remember most of those little details.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but everything was a rush - the wedding was planned within a day - i just saw guest pouring in. i remember people dressing me up - except my hair - i had to take care of that.<br />then i took one look at my wedding dress and it wasn't what i had always wished for.<br />It was far from it - pretty but not that great. i wanted to cry.<br /><br />not just cos of that - but because a girl loves to plan her wedding. and this just seemed like it was forced and rushed.<br /><br />anyway - i remember walking into the hall where everyone including the groom was waiting.<br />then i realize i didnt have my veil on - and someone was holding on to it.<br />got it on, entered, got seated and the ceremony started.<br />it was a mix of a hindu and christian marriage.<br /><br />i had never seen the groom before. i remember holding hands. he seemed kind - but i was SO confused.<br /><br />what happened after that i dont remember - but im pretty sure it went on.<br /><br /></span>Sirawon Khathinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913989705083241700noreply@blogger.com2