<?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-33704014</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:05:22.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704014.post-9052671051312555996</id><published>2008-11-18T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:32:57.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delhi!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Ordinary Day - Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF TO INDIA!&lt;br /&gt;Delhi to be precise!&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Taitee! Wait... Shootoes I forgot the cards!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where card are! oh shootoes... haha!&lt;br /&gt;Going to be time to poof and see beautiful structures in india!&lt;br /&gt;Structures made to hold loved ones or for religious purposes.&lt;br /&gt;Still niceo though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiy... leaving singapore.. again..&lt;br /&gt;I don't like leaving here.. actually i guess it's not so much leaving the place..&lt;br /&gt;More of leaving the peoples.. :/&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay! Bad thoughts be gone!&lt;br /&gt;Shoo! Shoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i expect i'm gonna be coming back to singapore witha bag full of fake jewelry or something. haha!&lt;br /&gt;We'll back on the 24th!&lt;br /&gt;And i still gotta post about&lt;br /&gt;ACE Camp&lt;br /&gt;APCG Gathering&lt;br /&gt;APCG ITSELF!&lt;br /&gt;Aiy.. I'm never gonna get to that...&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta poof! Miss me:p&lt;br /&gt;Haha! more or less know no one will:/&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;experience has taught me, there's only one person i'm gonna miss&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-9052671051312555996?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/9052671051312555996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=9052671051312555996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/9052671051312555996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/9052671051312555996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/11/delhi.html' title='Delhi!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-4878761629429556945</id><published>2008-11-11T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:42:57.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poofy!</title><content type='html'>Argh! Another camp coming up!&lt;br /&gt;Busy bee me!:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-4878761629429556945?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/4878761629429556945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=4878761629429556945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4878761629429556945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4878761629429556945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/11/poofy.html' title='Poofy!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-1944981409179731462</id><published>2008-11-07T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:06:35.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe i'm thinking this again...</title><content type='html'>i wish i could help her&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew how&lt;br /&gt;to someway..&lt;br /&gt;somehow..&lt;br /&gt;make her smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;sighs..&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-1944981409179731462?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/1944981409179731462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=1944981409179731462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1944981409179731462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1944981409179731462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-believe-im-thinking-this-again.html' title='I can&apos;t believe i&apos;m thinking this again...'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-3396150056056233110</id><published>2008-10-31T01:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:45:57.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Musical 3</title><content type='html'>High School Musical 3 Rocks!&lt;br /&gt;I like all the songs! Esp the one's sung by troy and gabi&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay I'm starting to sound like some crazy fan&lt;br /&gt;But i think the song just wanna be with you is nice:D&lt;br /&gt;I Just Wanna Be With You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i wish you would miss me&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-3396150056056233110?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/3396150056056233110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=3396150056056233110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3396150056056233110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3396150056056233110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school-musical-3.html' title='High School Musical 3'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-1591715024221867796</id><published>2008-10-24T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:11:24.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Dinner</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Dang! Should not be staying up! I've got a math selection test tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've gone through hosting a homestay!&lt;br /&gt;3 hours plus at orchard road and the zoo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lot more social than I thought! And I seem to have the strange effect on people I just meet. I can talk to them for hours even though I just met them.. now is that normal? Actually maybe... HAHAHA! And all it took for me to realize that was one farewell dinner and being unexpectedly social:p&lt;br /&gt;The vs guys were uber antisocial!&lt;br /&gt;But at least I got to meet fun people like the cgs gals! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked to:&lt;br /&gt;Ruby&lt;br /&gt;Christabel&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Jovina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;I should be asleep! Monday is APCG gathering! Meeting up with the cgs gals is to be decided on a later date? To fuji ice palace!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now! To bed!&lt;br /&gt;Right after I read some message hist. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Jem &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-1591715024221867796?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/1591715024221867796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=1591715024221867796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1591715024221867796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1591715024221867796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/10/farewell-dinner.html' title='Farewell Dinner'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-1545077641957917785</id><published>2008-10-05T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:14:28.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just gotta say..</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Carissa!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-1545077641957917785?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/1545077641957917785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=1545077641957917785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1545077641957917785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1545077641957917785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-gotta-say.html' title='Just gotta say..'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-4718228267365227102</id><published>2008-09-28T02:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:53:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupido Exams!</title><content type='html'>Listening to Blind - Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;It's just odd..&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! I MISS MY BEST FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;Dang!&lt;br /&gt;This morning as I rolled out of my bed I just stopped and was hit by this sensation of how terribly I'm missing my best friend! It was like.. the thought sunk from my head down to my chest and stopped there, lingering there, and it just just started to flow to the rest of me. This bad empty feeling. Argh! Sighs.. there's something wrong with me..&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I hope that things go back to they way they were before the exams came around. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;You just had to give up close relations for your three ccas didn't you!? Now this happens!?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;ARGH!!! I MISS MY BEST FRIEND!!!:(&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about sneaking into moelc another time&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about APCG soon too..&lt;br /&gt;Man! I should be studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent Killer.. who are you?! Reveal yourself!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;SCK &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-4718228267365227102?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/4718228267365227102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=4718228267365227102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4718228267365227102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4718228267365227102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/09/stupido-exams.html' title='Stupido Exams!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-2769534156878309412</id><published>2008-09-03T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:24:40.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Mad!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night i stayed up at 12 and started drawing&lt;br /&gt;And at 1:24am I finished!&lt;br /&gt;And I really like that pic!!!&lt;br /&gt;though honestly it doesn't look that good.. could be a whole lot better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that day had drama training..&lt;br /&gt;Cramps! Cramps! Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Pon and Zi! Really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i got home I got a headache! Had to sleep that off&lt;br /&gt;But Friends was on!&lt;br /&gt;A totally sweet episode where Racheal found out that Ross loved her!&lt;br /&gt;And she loved him back!!!&lt;br /&gt;Really nice episode. Last of season 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And overall... I SLACKED OFF AGAIN! FOR THE THIRD DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish my hmwk..&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still gotta post bout apcg&lt;br /&gt;BEST WEEK EVER&lt;br /&gt;AND BEST FRIENDS EVER&lt;br /&gt;MERLIONOES&lt;br /&gt;POTATOES&lt;br /&gt;I still miss apcg...&lt;br /&gt;Both the event&lt;br /&gt;and the people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I want to hug someone!!! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-2769534156878309412?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/2769534156878309412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=2769534156878309412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2769534156878309412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2769534156878309412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-mad.html' title='Go Mad!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-8171390011816254660</id><published>2008-08-06T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:13:15.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Trying to Tell Me Something!?</title><content type='html'>Gosh! I'm seeing relationship stuff over and over on tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Class - unrequited love!&lt;br /&gt;Wizards of Waverly place - it was about a first kiss.. 18 times!&lt;br /&gt;King of the Hill (watched 5 mins of it) -  Valentines day and more on love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one my friends got a bf! (it's a girl, pls, I've been in an all boys school for 7.5 years but i know some people) I'm like totally happy for her! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and also jealous!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still waiting for her to come online to tease her a bit. FB is a very informative source!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I just found the song Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillet! You got to listen to it! It's really sweet! Well it's just sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Can't meet up with the Dear Potatoes! Just.. Argh! She's busy so not all of us can be there! And it's a tiny group of 4 people! You'd think it would be easy to just choose a date and meet. But thank you examinations! We're all busy! So busy we can't meet! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear potato Min! No need worry lah! Practice makes perfect! We are all behind you all the way potato partner! For all we know we may be there in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. she's busy for the next few week.. thanks again common tests.. guess all I can do is look foward to friday night! /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Final weird thing.. we actually talked about if it wasn't infatu and if she did.. if only she did.. but for now.. i leave that a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Is someone trying to tell me something? &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-8171390011816254660?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/8171390011816254660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=8171390011816254660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8171390011816254660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8171390011816254660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-trying-to-tell-me-something.html' title='Are You Trying to Tell Me Something!?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-5015367767559902389</id><published>2008-08-04T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T01:39:39.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Happening to Me?</title><content type='html'>Fr. Mike: You used to smile more&lt;br /&gt;George and Nigel: You look more down than before. Cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;I come back from apcg and suddenly I'm a sadder person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update on APCG when I feel like it and I got time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet up with my dear potatoes on national day!&lt;br /&gt;Trying to organise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and apparently I flirt without knowing???&lt;br /&gt;There's alot more just too little time to post. Ask me about the things above I'll explain to you over msn or in person (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I miss APCG! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-5015367767559902389?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/5015367767559902389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=5015367767559902389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5015367767559902389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5015367767559902389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-happening-to-me.html' title='What&apos;s Happening to Me?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-7018937270113753407</id><published>2008-07-20T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:29:16.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APCG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:200;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MISS APCG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-7018937270113753407?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/7018937270113753407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=7018937270113753407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7018937270113753407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7018937270113753407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/07/apcg.html' title='APCG!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-302241098446003314</id><published>2008-06-18T06:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:39:19.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE WE GO AGIAN</title><content type='html'>Back from hols! And now I got to finish my homework by today! (great and i'm blogging now!)&lt;br /&gt;Got back from hols and I found out sherman had his tennis camp so the gathering of the SJII SJI people yesterday was cancelled!&lt;br /&gt;So now I have..&lt;br /&gt;3 math papers&lt;br /&gt;2 english essays&lt;br /&gt;1 skit(probably)&lt;br /&gt;1 lit speech on heroes&lt;br /&gt;9 chinese compres&lt;br /&gt;and NO TIME! (this happens every holiday!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow it's time to get to work.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Here We Go Again &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-302241098446003314?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/302241098446003314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=302241098446003314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/302241098446003314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/302241098446003314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-we-go-agian.html' title='HERE WE GO AGIAN'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-3503792180696937465</id><published>2008-06-14T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:12:05.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away</title><content type='html'>Peneng from well today till mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEN TUE I'M GOING OUT WITH THE SJII SJI SCHOLARSHOP PEOPLE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's if everything goes as planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;FOOD! FOOD! shop. FOOD! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-3503792180696937465?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/3503792180696937465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=3503792180696937465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3503792180696937465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3503792180696937465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/06/away.html' title='Away'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-7740266527398926004</id><published>2008-06-13T00:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:55:48.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NINETY-NINE QUESTION QUIZ!</title><content type='html'>1. What's the connection between you and the last person that called you?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, kind of my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;No, unless I'm going on a plane or sometimes at mass or the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What happened at 10.00 am today?&lt;br /&gt;I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;Inside or outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favourite thing to eat with peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;Bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;An answer to whether I should stay with SJAB or Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;I would just walk in the rain. I LIKE RAIN! Given the choice, hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;A pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Track pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What does the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry i think they're all sold out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;I guess. Overthinking things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;Kung Fu Panda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few things. Not myself though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry i think they're all sold out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;In front of an audience, Fall Out Boy's A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames? What are they?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Jr. , o.m.m. [one man machine (though the person who tried to call me that gave up)], Kev, pmkev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last received text message say? Who was it from?&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know whether the saliva is alkaline or acidic?" from Marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;3 or 4 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you best advices?&lt;br /&gt;The people I actually trust enough to ask for advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Val, Clarissa, Claris, Ms Gerri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. Last time I did it was at the Drama Club Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talk on the phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;Noone. I rarely get calls or make calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;My HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What/ Who was the last thing/ person that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Claris making me do this quiz and planning an outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;Rarely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;Arrogance where it obviously not justified. Well at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;I've been in an all boys school for 7 1/2 years now. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Too much of a conscience to do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying "talk in cheap"?&lt;br /&gt;What? Do you mean "talk is cheap"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person to lay in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Me! Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a very huggy person. Probably some relative. Actually depends on your definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't kissed anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever thought someone died when they really didn't?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;In real life? Uh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Clarissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;Listening to ayaka's Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;I should think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;ayaka's Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you're doing this?&lt;br /&gt;I was at the start. But this quiz is SO LONG she had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;Usually with my eyes open. Have walked with my eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;I can barely remember a quote let alone live by one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the worst idea you've had in this week?&lt;br /&gt;I'll start the day by playing my psp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What were you doing last night at 11.00 pm?&lt;br /&gt;Playing my psp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;What love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What song describes your love life?&lt;br /&gt;What love life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;54. Do the person knows you like him/ her?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Refer to answer above.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Who always makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;My friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Especially the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you speak another language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese though my chinese sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Are you blond?&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm Kevin. (Been around Kevin a bit too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;If I can concentrate, homework. And finalizing plans with emcees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;Me? But I know my opposte is Adil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;My soulmate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;Home and SFX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy: Crisis Core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Who's there to miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. If you were to choose between friends and love, who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends so if I pick love I get everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;This quiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;St. Michael's School! I'm a true blue Michaelian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like.&lt;br /&gt;Red, blue and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What emotion to you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;Helplessness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What is life to you?&lt;br /&gt;Finding your dream and achieving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Keep it to myself and be a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Who did you last chat with in MSN today?&lt;br /&gt;Claris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;br /&gt;Val and Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;Feb boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;Little bit hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;1:52am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;On my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. What colour did you use to dye your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Never dyed my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was forced to by Claris. Plus I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;Show it subtly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. At which age do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;When I find the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Who is more important to you? Boyfriend or friends?&lt;br /&gt;I think you mean girlfriend?! Anyway I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It would probably be the girlfriend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;In what? In most things yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. that's a good question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;finding true love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;Do well for exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;Do you mean eternal love? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;That I'm needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you really think it's Global Warming now?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. What feeling you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Letting people down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;I think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Who cares for you the most?&lt;br /&gt;My friends? family? GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;96. What'll you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;A long metal pole or a gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. What have you regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;Not living up to my own expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. What would you feel that no one no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;Sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What if your stead two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a stead and I guess emo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions are basically the same. Required to tag 10 people into doing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun scold me ah. Just smthn to waste ur time on. Total random people in total random order. Mostly cos you have a blog. Haha. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Won't&lt;br /&gt;02. Force&lt;br /&gt;03. Anyone&lt;br /&gt;04. to&lt;br /&gt;05. Do&lt;br /&gt;06. This&lt;br /&gt;07.&lt;br /&gt;09. You can do it if you're bored and very free..&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;99 QUESTIONS! 99 QUESTIONS! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-7740266527398926004?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/7740266527398926004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=7740266527398926004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7740266527398926004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7740266527398926004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/06/1.html' title='NINETY-NINE QUESTION QUIZ!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-5568929926030760716</id><published>2008-04-06T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:46:08.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happed Out</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh! The oddest thing happened last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I dreamt about her! And I remember the dream! Vaguely but still! I think it started as both my family and her family went for some holiday.. I remember there was some fishing thing there.. I think I was going fishing and I saw her on the way out of the room.. when I got to the fishing area I didn't have enough money on me so I headed back to the room.. walking towards the room I saw her naked?! I didn't see much though.. I used my hand to block so I couldn't see much.. after that I went over to apologize to her.. and she was clothed this time.. wearing some blue top.. but this was A DREAM! nothing to think too much about.. So why did I get so excited about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think about it.. it could be just me recounting the day in another way.. just about everything is diff though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Happy + Creeped Out = Happed Out &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-5568929926030760716?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/5568929926030760716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=5568929926030760716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5568929926030760716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5568929926030760716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/04/happed-out.html' title='Happed Out'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-2567149521967882616</id><published>2008-03-24T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T02:27:39.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Week has Come to a Close..</title><content type='html'>Dang.. I missed the chance to wish everyone a Happy Easter.. all cause I fell asleep before I blogged..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally separate note.. this year's holy week has been.. busier than usual to say the least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Nite is coming up and I don't knwo how I'm going to survive these next 3 weeks.. or Leo is going survive with their timer out for about 3 trainings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs I rushed back from Drama at 4 so I could get back home to get ready for mass.. ended up cause I took so long to get ready I was almost late.. I brisked walked all the way there and made it just in time.. phew.. though I had to stand through the mass.. it was nice.. probably the first holy thurs mass I went for.. on my own at sfx.. after mass i went to look for my friend to try to hitch a ride back.. however my friend was occupied talking to someone else.. so I just stood at the side cross armed waiting.. one of the priest came by and asked me if I wanted a drink which I refused.. I tried to do so politely.. after an awkward situation with some older boys who I barely knew from my school plus that priest.. my friend's conversation had ended.. so I finally managed to ask how my friend was going home.. we live close.. even my friend didn't know how she was going to get back.. I waited around with my friend for a while till the priest from earlier (I'm not addressing him by name cause I'm afraid I may spell it wrong) came and took my friend into one of the rooms.. and by doing that got me to follow.. in the room there were three cakes which costs about one-hundred and fifty dollars.. some chicken rice.. ice-cream in the fridge and lots of coke cans.. my friend and I just stood at the side and leaned against the wall of the room though.. both of us didn't eat or drink anything.. while I was in there the other priest who was in there before we entered started talking to me and asking me bout where I was from and all that.. at some point of time.. this priest asked if &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my friend and I were a couple?!&lt;/span&gt; which was greeted with an immediate and simultaneous no! reasoning behind it was he didn't know.. a gal and a guy walk in together what would you think or something like that.. later after some failed attempts to annoy me and my friend leaving to talk to someone.. I left sfx which was only at about nine-thirty though mass ended at about eight.. I went to the park.. swings followed by the big sphere netting thing.. which I sat atop.. somewhere along the way I realized another reason why the priest may have thought my friend and I were a couple.. my shirt read: I love you so much I can't stand you.. at that point I was going .. aww dang.. and slapping myself on the forehead.. sitting atop the sphere netting I saw my friend walking home with one of her friends.. stayed in the park for a while after that.. that was also a very soothing experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy sat just about my entire day was taken up by some sjab comp day.. I wanted to go for teh easter vigil mass.. which my friend was singing for as well.. but my dad didn't allow me to go for mass when I asked him earlier in the day.. that came as a surprise for me.. I didn't think that my dad would not want me going for mass.. not like I could have made it in time either way.. by the time the sjab comp ended it was seven.. by the time my parents came.. seven-thirty.. go to sfx.. if I was lucky.. just past eight.. but my dad didn't allow me in the first place so I couldn't go.. cause I don't manage my time well.. that was a bummer.. holy sat and I couldn't go for mass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter! Easter Fiesta! Today.. in a sense.. went for seven am mass.. norm.. choir seemed a lot smaller though.. I didn't think my friend was in the choir that morn.. after mass.. on the way home.. I had to try to convince my dad to let me go for the easter fiesta.. that he did say  could go for the week before.. at first he only allowed me to go for half an hour of it.. then he extended to one hour.. at most.. which meant I had a smaller chance of meeting my friend there.. when I actually got there.. I went to the canteen where it was filled with human traffic.. and I was trying to figure out a way to go through.. I went by the side.. thought that maybe I wasn't supposed to be there and went back to square one.. finally decided to cut right through the mass of people..&lt;br /&gt;As I passed through.. I looked at signs for direction.. then my friend's mom saw me.. told me that my friend was coming and then asked if I wanted to stick around and wait for my friend.. which I did.. though not exactly where I was at that moment.. I moved out of the canteen cause I didn't want to get in anyone's way.. my friend was the one that saw me first.. then we went on our way.. first to the games.. most of which were pretty kiddy.. and the one's that actually did the tomb thing made really good tombs.. after that we made our way to the hall.. where my friend managed to pop one balloon.. little miss giggles.. there was where the face painting was too.. I wanted to do that but it seemed quite time consuming.. there was a balloon fight or two.. then there was assult on the control room.. which ended with my friend getting in and me following behind.. the room had helium balloons as well.. so with a balloon pop or two.. came the helium singing which was high pitched and funny.. at one point we saw this young girl who was acting all moody behind the face painting station.. dunno what happen to her la.. but i think my friend tried to cheer her up.. usual sweet little miss giggles.. then we went back to the games section.. where i saw andrew's sister.. and found out that blue piece of paper they had given us the week before was a coupon for the games.. and I didn't bring it.. back to the hall.. Amazing gRace had while we were there earlier.. most hilarious part was when the guy in the control room had some heaad painting.. his face was being painted entirely red with yellow stripes.. and to top that off.. a green handprint at the back of his botak head.. his reaction to the final product plus the final product sent everyone into a fit of laughter.. following that my friend had to go.. which meant I didn't have any reason to stay.. not like I could do that much without the coupon.. rest of the day was dedicated to finishing some hw.. and finding out that my friend wore a dress.. which I will never see cause it happend on sat and my dad didn't allow me to go.. so sad.. I would have really wanted to see that.. little miss giggles in a dress.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You Have No Idea &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-2567149521967882616?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/2567149521967882616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=2567149521967882616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2567149521967882616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2567149521967882616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/03/holy-week-has-come-to-close.html' title='Holy Week has Come to a Close..'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-3474869437051565572</id><published>2008-03-14T05:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T06:18:27.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.. what happened in the middle of studying lit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the living room studying Julius Caesar.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bleah&lt;/span&gt;.. when who should call me but.. actually that's not where it started.. It's started with my friend asking if I had sweets at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hse&lt;/span&gt;.. and there are la.. so I asked my friend to come over to pick.. but my friend was quite reluctant and ended up saying that they had enough sweets.. they were having a gathering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I'm studying lit in the living room.. I get a call from a number that I hadn't seen before.. picked up.. it was my friend.. telling me to come out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hse&lt;/span&gt;.. and the reason why it was a number I hadn't seen before was as it was my friend's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neighbour's&lt;/span&gt; hp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I rushed out of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hse&lt;/span&gt;.. met my friend and my friend's neighbour.. then I noticed that I wasn't wearing any footwear.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. not like that hindered me from walking with them a short distance.. cause I had to study for my lit test the next day.. if not I would have joined them for a longer distance.. though I was practically talking to my friend only.. my friend's neighbour may have felt seriously left out.. sorry!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; my thoughts were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;preoccupied&lt;/span&gt; with my friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Clarissa.. I think you were wearing a long sleeve light blue top with a white bottom.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Barefoot on the Rocky Road &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-3474869437051565572?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/3474869437051565572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=3474869437051565572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3474869437051565572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3474869437051565572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/03/note-taken.html' title='Note Taken'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-5062747996779479880</id><published>2008-02-18T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:18:12.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self:</title><content type='html'>Blog about what happened when I was in the middle of studying lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Guess who called &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-5062747996779479880?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/5062747996779479880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=5062747996779479880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5062747996779479880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5062747996779479880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/02/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self:'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-1103319873720305509</id><published>2008-02-13T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T00:53:40.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Girl Is Just So Sweet</title><content type='html'>She actually made a dedication for me on Perfect 10 cause I told her my friends forgot.. Like it was enough she found out my birthday and she goes on to do this.. Even though I couldn't catch the dedication it's the thought that counts.. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Man I love that girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smallest things show how much someone cares.. not the big extravagant things but the simplest things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplest things that bring the most joy, show the most and are the most beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Friends like this &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-1103319873720305509?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/1103319873720305509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=1103319873720305509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1103319873720305509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1103319873720305509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-girl-is-just-so-sweet.html' title='That Girl Is Just So Sweet'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-4416173991349699296</id><published>2008-02-11T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:51:21.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wish</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Perfect 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Feb, feast day of lady of lourdes. Day was normal with the exception of cake (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of the day went to try and hide the cake at class.. had only one person remember my bdae, Kevin Sr who keeps everyone's bdae in his diary anyway.. Then Adil came along and Kevin Sr showed him his diary.. being the smart boy Adil is he wished Kevin Sr happy bdae and he had just seen my bdae date on fri.. but not like I actually expected anything from him.. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for morning prayer.. normal.. but assembly I felt depressed.. even though they were playing music.. (corrine may's song) &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I seriously felt like crying.. think it was some trivial thing from that morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had like 2 cakes today.. I'm going to grow fat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home I slept for who knows how long.. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then messaged and chatted with my friend online.. really cheered me up (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9 my parents bought homew supper and a cake that was meant for valentine's day so it was heart shaped..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Perfect 10 now cause my friend asked me to.. I have no idea what time I going to listen till but what the heck.. wonder why I have to listen now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I only care about hearing happy brithday from that one person&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-4416173991349699296?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/4416173991349699296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=4416173991349699296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4416173991349699296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4416173991349699296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday-wish.html' title='Birthday Wish'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-7746991437041530835</id><published>2008-02-08T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T09:47:18.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wear Your Heart On Your Sleeve</title><content type='html'>Why wear your heart on your sleeve when you can wear it on your forehead in ash (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash tuesday was not too bead actually.. school as per normal nothing new.. On tuesday the fact we were supposed to abstain or fast had totally slipped my mind. Luckily I went to check if there was drama on that day, drama was actually clashing with my school's ash tuesday mass, and NO DRAMA! After that I was pretty estatic, can go for my school's mass. Had student leader's assembly before mass so I hadn't eaten, and I only realised I fasted like halfway through mass.. Andrew was practically grieving over the fact I had started fasting before him (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried rushing back to SFX for 6:30pm mass, totally impossible with public transport. And Andrew was bringing me back on a different route, that took even longer, but at the same time waiting for a bus would probably be longer. Ended up I just went home and got ready for 8pm mass instead.. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 mins before mass started I arrived at SFX, then sent messages to my cat class friend who I was meeting to go for mass. First outside of school mass I attended with friends, I need to do that more often. She asked where I was I asked where she was, she was in the church and I was just outside and somehow when I went in to look for her she went out to look for me.. so coincidental.. Last minute just after the opening hymn I quickly moved to the pues in the centre to sit next to my friend who was sitting with her juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after we got the ashes placed in our foreheads, my friend and her friends were all laughing. At some point during mass my friend turned to me saying, "The priest must like you a lot ah Kevin" or something to that effect. Apparently the ashes on my forehead formed a heart.. which is actually kinda cool (: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and oh so revealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mass headed home with my cat class friend. Took the bus back. But got stuck cause of some taxi in the way /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hearts In Ash &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-7746991437041530835?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/7746991437041530835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=7746991437041530835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7746991437041530835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7746991437041530835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/02/wear-your-heart-on-your-sleeve.html' title='Wear Your Heart On Your Sleeve'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-7510680860432050637</id><published>2008-01-28T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:34:48.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT DO I THINK NOW...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE CAT CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(people thinking I look strange and gay aside)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels great to be in cat class, the first to sessions were only ice breakers however I can only remember a few names. Most of the guys' names and like three or four of the girls' names. As the year goes by I'll get to know them all better which will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my class there was this one girl who brought some girls rule pencil case. She was showing it to the girl next to her. I was looking from her to the pencil box going like what the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over Fantasizing &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the end of class, I playfully grabbed the girl by the shoulders cause of a comment she made and we started whacking each other, still playfully, she did most of the whacking though. Then the person sitting next to was walking past saying, "Don't worry Kevin, she likes you." or something to that effect and the girl went on to whack her. At the end of it I couldn't stop speaking at the top of my lungs. After that I couldn't stop thinking about what her friend said, and smiling. Cause I find it so hilarious!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-7510680860432050637?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/7510680860432050637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=7510680860432050637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7510680860432050637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7510680860432050637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-do-i-think-now.html' title='WHAT DO I THINK NOW...?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-6024749727475743022</id><published>2008-01-20T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:46:35.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW KID ON THE BLOCK</title><content type='html'>Finally! I'm back and going for cat class. It feels GREAT :D It has been way too long. It's an entirely new environment but heck, I want this time to be different. I want to get numbers, emails and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if it'll be like last year, a squeak here and there in class and silence after it ends. At the same time I've been away from girls for like what? 7 years now. I don't have a clue how to start a converstion, what to talk about, when is it appropritae etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know like what? 2 people in my cat class, and i don't even know them well. Even after everyone's intro I still can't remember any of the names. Hopefully it'll get better as the year progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;new kid on the &lt;span &gt;block &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-6024749727475743022?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/6024749727475743022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=6024749727475743022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/6024749727475743022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/6024749727475743022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-kid-on-block.html' title='NEW KID ON THE BLOCK'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-8465190687776478569</id><published>2007-11-30T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T18:03:31.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERTH</title><content type='html'>Hello whoever comes here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Perth!!! (or I could be really really off)&lt;br /&gt;1st to 13th Dec&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what we're gonna do there&lt;br /&gt;Well if there's anything I'll have my hp (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ENJOY YOUR HOLS PEOPLE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holidayholidayholiday &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-8465190687776478569?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/8465190687776478569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=8465190687776478569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8465190687776478569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8465190687776478569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/11/perth.html' title='PERTH'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-7352843620036928821</id><published>2007-11-23T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T03:09:59.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN'T LET GO</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Rihanna - Rehab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psle results day has come. Went to ijtp cause there was going to be like more than one person I'll know there. While they were actually announcing the awards, percentages etc. I was just clapping when everyone else did, couldn't really be more bothered with that. By the time they were about to let the girls go up to receive their results I had already gotten trevor's results. When the people actually got their results the first person's result I went to look for wasn't even my sister's (yeo, second last letter in the alphabet, you think she's gonna get it quick). First person whose results I went to look for was kaela's. She beat me by 4 marks, oh well, she very smart lah so expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone had gotten their results I was trying to convince my mom to let me change my tuition so I could go out with my friends and in the end I called up and switched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call them up to find out where they are after they change my tuition time and I find they have left already followed with a running to the traffic light to meet them at the bus stop across the road. As I run I'm shouting into my phone with my pants loose looking for them across the road and I spot pii meow through the open car window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet them and we head off to tp central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jf's mom drops us off and we waste a really long time trying to decide where we're gonna eat. And we also had to find a way to get collin out of his lunch appointment with his grandmother and sister. When pii meow saw collin's sister she went to go hide saying that she scared of pretty girls cause they make her feel ugly&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, please lah pii meow you need scared of preety girls for what? You're prettier anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We end up going to pizza hut and I have a pepsi for less than a dollar. Only jf's little bro noticed that I hadn't eaten anything. There was this student price thing so we were trying to gather up 8 ez-link card between the 9 of us and we only managed to get up to 7 inclusive of collin and my expired ez-link card. After the soup and drinks come jf and me go to get the bill first and the guy tells us he doesn't need to see the ez-links cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;we&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;went&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;to&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;kiddy&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;palace cause&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;kaela&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;jf's&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;sis were&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;getting&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;present for&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;someone.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;After&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a while&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;the&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;older kids&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;jf's&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;bro&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;went&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;outside&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;to&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;wait&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;and this&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;lady&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;came&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;asking for&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;their&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;opinion on&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;some cooking&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;set&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;toy.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;Somehow&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;she started&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;teasing&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;jf and&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;pii meow&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;saying&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;they&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;are&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;bf gf&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;love&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;you&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;you love&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;me&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;you feed me one spoon i feed you one spoon blah blah blah. Reason 1: They wearing matching colour ( pii meow took her sister's jacket), well that's the only reason. We joked around with that awhile then everyone dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that we tried to get jf to pon cca then I decided not to encourage that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we said goodbye and went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Highlight the Hidden and Read Inbetween Letters &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-7352843620036928821?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/7352843620036928821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=7352843620036928821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7352843620036928821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7352843620036928821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/11/cant-let-go.html' title='CAN&apos;T LET GO'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-3992588686627524858</id><published>2007-11-16T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T06:53:35.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I KEEP TELLING MYSELF</title><content type='html'>3 Sundays ago, I went to j8 to pass some presents I had bought from Bangkok to one of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting had been arranged on the day itself so it was kind of messy. j8 was chosen cause she had to go there to meet her mother anyway. Not like I live too far away from there so I had no problems with meeting up there. The only problem I had to face was the weather as i wanted to use public transport but my mom offered to send me so I was slightly reluctant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had got there on that day I was extremely early and I had no where to go before she got to j8. Guess it was my own stupid fault for leaving right after we had confirmed that she was going to meet up with me and going there for the sole purpose of giving her the present. With nothing else to do I went up to sambawang to look at CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in j8 alone feels really made me feel out of my comfort zone to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate being out on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 15 minutes of looking at CDs and I remember seeing like 3 that I wanted to buy (too&lt;br /&gt;bad I only had enough for one). She called me asking me where I was. I wanted to go and meet her, save her the trip up, however she was already making her way up. So I wait and waste time waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next call she made she was asking me if I was inside or outside the shop. At that moment i just walked right out of the shop and started spinning around outside the shop trying to spot her. She managed to spot me first so I waited outside sambawang waiting for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for her to get to me. I passed her the presents which consisted of a necklace for her sister, 3 rings and I offered her the friendship bracelet on her wrist but that she refused. One of the first few things she told me was 'Don't waste your money on me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down with her since I had nothing else to do in j8 and I had to get the bus stop to get home. As we walked down I told her I still had more things for her, asked her to share the rings with her sister and a friend of ours cause she had met him recently. As we were about to go our separate ways she asked if I wanted to go see her sisters in Delifrance. I refused, I don't know why now but I refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked off I remembered about the CDs I wanted. I whacked myself on the forehead, rolled my eyes and walked all the way back up to the top floor of j8. Bought a CD and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Don't Want To Lose You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-3992588686627524858?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/3992588686627524858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=3992588686627524858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3992588686627524858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3992588686627524858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-keep-telling-myself.html' title='I KEEP TELLING MYSELF'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-5800860851110971650</id><published>2007-10-30T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T02:43:16.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of a Blue Heart Ending Off</title><content type='html'>I reach my stop&lt;br /&gt;Get off&lt;br /&gt;As I cross the overhead bridge&lt;br /&gt;I realise there was a hole in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;I walk home&lt;br /&gt;Not turning back to look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping into my room I search my pocket&lt;br /&gt;I find it&lt;br /&gt;This blue heart&lt;br /&gt;I place it somewhere safe&lt;br /&gt;Where I can find it&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere close&lt;br /&gt;Hidden away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[It Ends...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I Still Have It &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-5800860851110971650?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/5800860851110971650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=5800860851110971650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5800860851110971650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5800860851110971650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/10/story-of-blue-heart-ending-off.html' title='Story of a Blue Heart Ending Off'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-122973735123892253</id><published>2007-10-30T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T02:26:32.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reluctant overachiever</title><content type='html'>Second last week of school&lt;br /&gt;My form tutor askes for the entire classes parent's email&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only person stupid enough to give it to her&lt;br /&gt;Hols begin&lt;br /&gt;My mom calls me from my room&lt;br /&gt;Shows an email she recieved from my form tutor&lt;br /&gt;And it reads as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear Mr and Mrs Yeo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this email as the academic year comes to a close to let&lt;br /&gt;you know what a responsible student leader Kevin is. He posseses maturity and a&lt;br /&gt;sense of responsibility far beyond his tender age. Having been the class&lt;br /&gt;chairman for 102 this past year, he has never failed to more than live up to all&lt;br /&gt;expectations his teachers and myself had of him. He carries out his&lt;br /&gt;tasks diligently and takes the initiative to go beyond what is asked of him,&lt;br /&gt;both to his peers and teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he is a school prefect, I am sure he will perform his duties, once&lt;br /&gt;again, capably with his usual brand of quiet dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to be his class tutor and would like to congratulate you on&lt;br /&gt;bringing up such a wonderful son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll have a meaningful blessed holiday, Christmas and New&lt;br /&gt;Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Feroz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form Tutor 102&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiy....&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't do anything now&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Doing Too Much &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-33704014.post-9074531799826662731</id><published>2007-10-30T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T02:01:03.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Recruitment Poster</title><content type='html'>Today, well technically yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Went to J8 to do a draft for this SJAB recruitment poster&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish up the poster draft today&lt;br /&gt;Scan it then send it to Mr Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to arrive&lt;br /&gt;Both Bryan and Timothy were gonna be late&lt;br /&gt;Since there was nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt;I went to the NLB near J8&lt;br /&gt;Started reading this book&lt;br /&gt;Some 180 Poems or something&lt;br /&gt;Really can't understand some of it&lt;br /&gt;However I was just skimming through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bryan came&lt;br /&gt;He was outside Hagen Dazz&lt;br /&gt;As we went to the NLB&lt;br /&gt;He was telling me how being in J8 was uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;Since there were so many girls around&lt;br /&gt;I can relate&lt;br /&gt;He also asked me if I was gay&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was what&lt;br /&gt;So at ease with all the girls around&lt;br /&gt;I say why in another post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to NLB&lt;br /&gt;We started without Timothy&lt;br /&gt;We also 'finished' without Timothy&lt;br /&gt;By the time Timothy came we just went for lunch&lt;br /&gt;The food court at the top floor with only Bryan eating&lt;br /&gt;Timothy had some dunno what put between his teeth&lt;br /&gt;cause he was getting braces on fri&lt;br /&gt;So when he ate it was painful&lt;br /&gt;He took like 20mins to eat a cake&lt;br /&gt;While I wasn't hungry&lt;br /&gt;There Timothy contributed his idea&lt;br /&gt;And we finished the draft plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went to the arcarde&lt;br /&gt;I blew six dollars on time crisis&lt;br /&gt;While Bryan blew four&lt;br /&gt;Later while we were on the way out&lt;br /&gt;They had one of those games&lt;br /&gt;Were you see they have things like PSPs or MP3s or other things&lt;br /&gt;The games everyone thinks is a scam&lt;br /&gt;Bryan played it twice with me paying once&lt;br /&gt;The first time Bryan got really close to getting a minor prize&lt;br /&gt;Sadly he missed on the last block&lt;br /&gt;Second try he wasn't so lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the arcade&lt;br /&gt;We went down to Sakae Sushi&lt;br /&gt;Bryan invited us to sit at the table with his mom and him&lt;br /&gt;Timothy was not very willing&lt;br /&gt;Probably thinking it was very pai se&lt;br /&gt;Which it is by the way&lt;br /&gt;All I had was a cup of water anyway&lt;br /&gt;When Bryan's mom had left to buy some stuff&lt;br /&gt;Bryan after a while mentioned&lt;br /&gt;That he thought the idea of having a gf was cool&lt;br /&gt;But of course just the idea of it is&lt;br /&gt;Then all of us were talking about how it can never last&lt;br /&gt;How couples should spilt the costs of food and all&lt;br /&gt;Weird lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us can't dray for nuts&lt;br /&gt;Either way I'm gonna try touching up on&lt;br /&gt;Well actually redoing the poster&lt;br /&gt;Do a better looking draft to submit&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Innocence Tainted &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-9074531799826662731?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/9074531799826662731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=9074531799826662731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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people there were playing DoTA&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why they're so hooked on it&lt;br /&gt;But of course I haven't played it before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I spent about the entire day playing on Andrew's Xbox 360&lt;br /&gt;I was playing&lt;br /&gt;1. Halo 2&lt;br /&gt;2. Dead or Alive 4&lt;br /&gt;3. Gears of War&lt;br /&gt;4. Halo 3&lt;br /&gt;Not like there was much else I could do&lt;br /&gt;At least for some of the time I had someone playing with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most enjoyable time was playing Halo 3 multiplayer&lt;br /&gt;With Adil and Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Points&lt;br /&gt;1. Andrew is very pro at Halo so Adil and I always lost&lt;br /&gt;2. Adil kept making Andrew angry so we were feeling his wrath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that it was fun&lt;br /&gt;A few things I now know&lt;br /&gt;1. Halo 3 controls are really diff&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm better than Adil in Halo 3 one-on-one&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm good at taking down pro players but bad at not so pro players&lt;br /&gt;4. I can do amazing things with a shotgun&lt;br /&gt;How I found number 4 out?&lt;br /&gt;While we were playing I got shotgun as a weapon when I respawned&lt;br /&gt;Then I managed to kill both Andrew and Adil over and over again&lt;br /&gt;And Andrew was saying I can do amazing things with a shotgun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the middle of the day&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few of the people had left&lt;br /&gt;So there was me&lt;br /&gt;And people busy playing DoTA&lt;br /&gt;And I'm alone waiting for them to finish playing their game&lt;br /&gt;So what does Andrew do?&lt;br /&gt;He makes his sister play Gears of War with me&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't so bad&lt;br /&gt;Even though Gears of War is a pretty gory game&lt;br /&gt;Andrew's sister likes gore&lt;br /&gt;So who am I to complain&lt;br /&gt;Ended up she disappeared later in the game to finish her hw&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me I could handle playing on my own&lt;br /&gt;She also came back later&lt;br /&gt;However she had to go for math tuition at like 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the day I was the last to leave&lt;br /&gt;And the only to be escorted out&lt;br /&gt;Since Andrew was busy with other people before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Living In An Imaginary Wonderland &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-4446212744916663474?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/4446212744916663474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=4446212744916663474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4446212744916663474'/><link rel='self' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kwok&lt;/span&gt; coming down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked me if I wanted to be a stage manager&lt;br /&gt;And since I had nothing on that afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Went down&lt;br /&gt;Saw what I had to do&lt;br /&gt;Thought it would be fun&lt;br /&gt;So I went for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next day&lt;br /&gt;I went and Sherman and Nevin were there&lt;br /&gt;They were gonna be emcees&lt;br /&gt;There were going to be two more emcees from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SJI&lt;/span&gt;(I)&lt;br /&gt;Both girls&lt;br /&gt;At first Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Malcom&lt;/span&gt; Wong said that&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls was sick so another would be taking over&lt;br /&gt;And her name was supposedly&lt;br /&gt;Nana&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;Yes NANA&lt;br /&gt;It's not a typo&lt;br /&gt;I very sure he said NANA&lt;br /&gt;The other girl emcee was a girl named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Claris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later found out that the girl's name wasn't Nana&lt;br /&gt;It was Hannah&lt;br /&gt;phew...&lt;br /&gt;Funniest moments were backstage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was backstage&lt;br /&gt;One of the first questions I asked the girls was&lt;br /&gt;"How Old Do You Think I Am?"&lt;br /&gt;And of course&lt;br /&gt;They guessed wrong&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect a correct answer anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual day was fun&lt;br /&gt;Had laughs&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures(which I still haven't gotten yet by the way)&lt;br /&gt;All I did backstage was pull wires in case they were left on stage&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun&lt;br /&gt;Meeting new people&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Responsibility To Spend Time&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-33704014.post-7519202336534529825</id><published>2007-08-10T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:10:47.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Realization</title><content type='html'>Yes!&lt;br /&gt;She Finally changed the URL&lt;br /&gt;I kept quiet and she finally realised =D&lt;br /&gt;After.....&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;It was 16/6/07&lt;br /&gt;And I saw that it was changed on 8/8/07&lt;br /&gt;55 days?&lt;br /&gt;Heck (=&lt;br /&gt;Not like everyone can actually figure out how to work my blog&lt;br /&gt;Or actually comes to my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My Journal &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-33704014.post-2900239552341106099</id><published>2007-08-06T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:00:07.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Of A Blue Heart Part 4</title><content type='html'>What I'd done&lt;br /&gt;Taken something which wasn't mine&lt;br /&gt;Which could be be dear to someone&lt;br /&gt;Could be the last thing to remember someone by&lt;br /&gt;But now there was no turning back&lt;br /&gt;And guilt takes over the mind&lt;br /&gt;Numbing it from other thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Making someone I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Fill my mind&lt;br /&gt;With their pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could something that seemed so right&lt;br /&gt;Turn out so badly&lt;br /&gt;I stick my thumb in my pocket once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel it there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 4 ends here...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mind Numbing Guilt &amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Conscience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-2900239552341106099?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/2900239552341106099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=2900239552341106099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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always anyhow write lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live&lt;br /&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{YOURSELF}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallet&lt;br /&gt;Black billabong wallet I got for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pillow Cover&lt;br /&gt;Coloured stripes and shapeish animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Mug&lt;br /&gt;I don't drink coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Pants&lt;br /&gt;My simple pair of jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's playing&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy - Grand Theft Autumn (Where Is Your Boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you're wearing&lt;br /&gt;Track Pants and sleeveless shirt with some basketball design on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair&lt;br /&gt;What about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in your head&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of your favourite movies&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like incense?&lt;br /&gt;Neither here nor there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love&lt;br /&gt;Yep, definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in soul mates&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;Yah (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Yeah duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you wish you could understand better&lt;br /&gt;Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you haven't seen in a long time&lt;br /&gt;My friend from kinder garden, Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Length&lt;br /&gt;Short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday&lt;br /&gt;11 February 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Sign&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings&lt;br /&gt;My one and only younger sister, Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left/right-handed&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size&lt;br /&gt;8+ I know I have big feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full name&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Yeo Ai Yuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames&lt;br /&gt;Kev, Kevy (That was creepy when used)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email address&lt;br /&gt;pmkev@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever liked a teacher&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you do drugs&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shampoo you use&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most scared of&lt;br /&gt;Losing my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to right now&lt;br /&gt;Fort Minor - Where'd You Go, The Fray - How To Save A Life &amp; Ne-Yo - Do You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car you wish to have&lt;br /&gt;As long as the car's presentable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your desired marriage location&lt;br /&gt;In church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of messenger buddies&lt;br /&gt;Can't be bothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite colour&lt;br /&gt;I dunno leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite food&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite subject&lt;br /&gt;Friends =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite animal&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite sport&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath&lt;br /&gt;My dog Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bungee-jumped&lt;br /&gt;Not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw-up&lt;br /&gt;Not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran into a glass door&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny-dippping&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made youself cry to get out of trouble&lt;br /&gt;Nope, rarely cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly hit by a car&lt;br /&gt;Yes, outside SJAB HQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten drunk&lt;br /&gt;Nope, don't like alcohol anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever killed anything&lt;br /&gt;Insects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh so hard u peed in ur pants&lt;br /&gt;Nooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got arrested&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{FILL THIS ABOUT YOUR DREAM GIRL/BOY}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skirt or pants or shorts&lt;br /&gt;Does it really matter that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall or Short&lt;br /&gt;Around the same height lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long or Short Hair&lt;br /&gt;Long I guess, but I'm okay with short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body or Personality&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhh... Can I have both? Personality lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good/Bad&lt;br /&gt;Good duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Up or Down&lt;br /&gt;Depends on teh style but I think down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sporty or Classy&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken or not afraid&lt;br /&gt;You need a balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older or younger than you&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with either as long as it's not like a HUGE gap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{RANDOM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like filling these out&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in the mood to do quizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people are you sending this to&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people will send this back&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last film you saw at the movies&lt;br /&gt;Transformers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend or friends that stand out&lt;br /&gt;Don't Ask &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uhhh... Val&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexiest friend&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest friend&lt;br /&gt;A lot lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smartest friend&lt;br /&gt;All lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blondest friend&lt;br /&gt;All of my friends not blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyest friend&lt;br /&gt;Shy ah? Alot of my friends very confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest friend&lt;br /&gt;Adil! Voted cutest cadet in Squad Leo! No lah, jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietest friend&lt;br /&gt;I got a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicest friend&lt;br /&gt;Nice in what way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most talented friend&lt;br /&gt;All very talented luh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you get advice from&lt;br /&gt;Depends I guess? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Val for sure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most desperate friend&lt;br /&gt;Danial!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{IN THE LAST 24 HOURS, HAVE YOU?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried&lt;br /&gt;No, rarely cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought something&lt;br /&gt;Yup, food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten sick&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done anything illegal&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten&lt;br /&gt;Lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met someone new&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fought with your parents&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed about someone you can't be with&lt;br /&gt;Not sure... Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be with friends or on a date&lt;br /&gt;See who first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hidden In Black &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-6426745180396519064?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/6426745180396519064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=6426745180396519064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/6426745180396519064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/6426745180396519064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/08/info-quiz.html' title='Info Quiz'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-5499946453810298443</id><published>2007-08-05T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T20:23:30.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Name Quiz</title><content type='html'>Name 20 pple at the top of ur head.&lt;br /&gt;Don't read the questions till u reached them.&lt;br /&gt;At the end,get 5 pple to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jing Fei&lt;br /&gt;2. Kaela&lt;br /&gt;3. Jackson&lt;br /&gt;4. Jackques&lt;br /&gt;5. Olanda&lt;br /&gt;6. Reginald&lt;br /&gt;7. Valerie&lt;br /&gt;8. Sarah&lt;br /&gt;9. Brian&lt;br /&gt;10. Amanda&lt;br /&gt;11. Joshua&lt;br /&gt;12. Adil&lt;br /&gt;13. Andrew&lt;br /&gt;14. Ashley&lt;br /&gt;15. Justin&lt;br /&gt;16. Bryan&lt;br /&gt;17. Chris&lt;br /&gt;18. Timothy&lt;br /&gt;19. Jeren&lt;br /&gt;20. Ian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet #14? Ashley&lt;br /&gt;My sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would u do if #9 and #20 went out? Brian and Ian&lt;br /&gt;They are both guy and strait... I think. Well I'd laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will #6 and #17 make a gd couple? Regi and Chris&lt;br /&gt;Same as the one above and not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe #3? Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Badminton player, ex-head prefect, good friend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something abt #7.&lt;br /&gt;The person I trust the most with everything and anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u know anyone from #12's family? Adil&lt;br /&gt;I've seen his sis before, but i can't remember what she looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is #8's favorite? Sarah&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, haven't talked to her since kinder garden )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would u do if #18 confesses that he/she likes you? Timothy&lt;br /&gt;He likes me as a good friend thats as far as it will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does #15 speak? Justin&lt;br /&gt;English, Chinese other than that i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is #9 dating? Brian&lt;br /&gt;No one that i know of, maybe thats why he keeps complaining he's so busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is #16 now? Bryan&lt;br /&gt;Same as me, as in same year, 13 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you spoke to #13? Andrew&lt;br /&gt;Today, got him to concentrate on his hw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is #2's favorite singer or band? Kaela&lt;br /&gt;Me have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you date #4? Jackques&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU CRAZY!!! I'M STRAIGHT! I'M NOT INTERESTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will u ever date #7?&lt;br /&gt;You need to ask her &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wouldn't Mind Though&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is #15 single? Justin&lt;br /&gt;Think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is #10 last surname? Amanda&lt;br /&gt;Thian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will u ever be in a serious relationship with #11? Joshua&lt;br /&gt;How many time you want me to say I am straight. I'M NOT INTERESTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which school does #3 go to? Jackson&lt;br /&gt;SJI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does #6 live? Reginald&lt;br /&gt;I'm bad at remembering addresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is ur favorite thing abt #5? Olanda&lt;br /&gt;We were really close at one point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen #1 naked? Jing Fei&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five People Who Need To Do This&lt;br /&gt;1) Anyone Bored&lt;br /&gt;2) Anyone Bored&lt;br /&gt;3) Anyone Bored&lt;br /&gt;4) Anyone Bored&lt;br /&gt;5) Anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5 &amp;amp; 15&lt;/span&gt; The Hardest Question For Me To Answer &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-5499946453810298443?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/5499946453810298443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=5499946453810298443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5499946453810298443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5499946453810298443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/08/20-name-quiz.html' title='20 Name Quiz'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-7500791555290072833</id><published>2007-08-05T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:05:00.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Again</title><content type='html'>Name:&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;Middle Name:&lt;br /&gt;I have no middle name.&lt;br /&gt;Status:&lt;br /&gt;What status&lt;br /&gt;Place of birth:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Male or Female:&lt;br /&gt;Male&lt;br /&gt;CCA/Organisation:&lt;br /&gt;SJAB, LOM, Drama, Class Comm, 102&lt;br /&gt;School:&lt;br /&gt;SJI&lt;br /&gt;Occupation:&lt;br /&gt;Student&lt;br /&gt;Initials:&lt;br /&gt;KYAY&lt;br /&gt;Nickname:&lt;br /&gt;Kev, uhhh... I think I've been called Kevy but it was creepy&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color:&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;Hair Length:&lt;br /&gt;Short&lt;br /&gt;Eye color:&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;Best Feature:&lt;br /&gt;You need someone else opinion&lt;br /&gt;Height:&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between 171-173&lt;br /&gt;Braces?:&lt;br /&gt;Not yet&lt;br /&gt;Glasses?:&lt;br /&gt; Yep Contacts.&lt;br /&gt;Freckles?:&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;Clothing Style:&lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;Favourite accessories?:&lt;br /&gt;Accessories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firsts&lt;br /&gt;First best friend:&lt;br /&gt;Dunno leh. Sarah?&lt;br /&gt;First Award:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;First Sport You Joined:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;First thing you did today:&lt;br /&gt;Used my com&lt;br /&gt;First Real vacation:&lt;br /&gt;Australia?&lt;br /&gt;First thing you said today:&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;First True Love:&lt;br /&gt;Hard to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorites&lt;br /&gt;Movie:&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask&lt;br /&gt;Rapper:&lt;br /&gt;No fav&lt;br /&gt;Place to get groceries:&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;Food:&lt;br /&gt;Again, don't ask&lt;br /&gt;Season:&lt;br /&gt;Summer.&lt;br /&gt;Candy:&lt;br /&gt;I like candy&lt;br /&gt;Sport:&lt;br /&gt;I dunno&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;BC I think&lt;br /&gt;Store:&lt;br /&gt;For?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Subject:&lt;br /&gt;I think lit&lt;br /&gt;Animal:&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;Book:&lt;br /&gt;book!?&lt;br /&gt;Magazine:&lt;br /&gt;I don't read magazines. Period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently&lt;br /&gt;Doing before you started this survey?:&lt;br /&gt;Doing other quizes&lt;br /&gt;Feeling:&lt;br /&gt;Like doing quizes&lt;br /&gt;Wearing:&lt;br /&gt;Grey long pants, underwear and a brown T-shirt with designs on it&lt;br /&gt;Crying about:&lt;br /&gt;The past&lt;br /&gt;Eating your brain:&lt;br /&gt;Loads of things&lt;br /&gt;Drinking:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Typing:&lt;br /&gt;the sentence I'm typing now&lt;br /&gt;Listening:&lt;br /&gt;To the TV&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about?:&lt;br /&gt;How to answer these questions&lt;br /&gt;Wanting:&lt;br /&gt;A Lot of things lah&lt;br /&gt;Watching:&lt;br /&gt;The computer screen&lt;br /&gt;Where do you see yourself in 5 years time?:&lt;br /&gt;JC?&lt;br /&gt;Kids?:&lt;br /&gt;In the future&lt;br /&gt;Want to be Married:&lt;br /&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Career in Mind:&lt;br /&gt;Me No Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is Better with the Opposite Sex: (I'm preety flexible so I'll only answer a few)&lt;br /&gt;Hair color:&lt;br /&gt;Hair length:&lt;br /&gt;Eye color:&lt;br /&gt;Measurements:&lt;br /&gt;Cute or sexy:&lt;br /&gt;Lips or Eyes:&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or Kisses: Hugs&lt;br /&gt;Short or Tall:&lt;br /&gt;Easygoing or serious:&lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;Romantic or Spontaneous:&lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;Good or Bad:&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive or Loud:&lt;br /&gt;Hook-up or Relationship: Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Harley or Crotch Rocket: What?&lt;br /&gt;Trouble Maker or Hesitant One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever :&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a Stranger:No&lt;br /&gt;Had major surgery:No&lt;br /&gt;Gone commando: No&lt;br /&gt;Ran Away From Home: No&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone: No&lt;br /&gt;Got an X-ray: No&lt;br /&gt;Been on a cruise: No&lt;br /&gt;Broken Someone's Heart: Not that I know of&lt;br /&gt;Dumped someone: No&lt;br /&gt;Cried When Someone Died:I don't remember anyone dying so far.&lt;br /&gt;Cried At School: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do You Believe in:God?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Miracles: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Love at First Sight: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts: They scare me&lt;br /&gt;Aliens: They scare me&lt;br /&gt;Soul Mate: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Heaven: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Hell: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Answered prayers: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Kissing on The First Date: Depends&lt;br /&gt;Horoscopes: Not really but I just read for fun sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer TruthfullyIs there someone you wish you had?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Quizy Quizy Quiz&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&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/33704014-7500791555290072833?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/7500791555290072833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=7500791555290072833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7500791555290072833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7500791555290072833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/08/quiz-again.html' title='Quiz Again'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-572145501769155798</id><published>2007-08-05T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:28:52.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Quiz</title><content type='html'>IN THE PAST 24 HOURS HAVE YOU :&lt;br /&gt;o1 . Cried : Nope&lt;br /&gt;02. Worn jeans : Nope&lt;br /&gt;03. Met someone : I met alot of people today, my family, people I don;t know...&lt;br /&gt;o4 . Done laundry : Nope&lt;br /&gt;o5 . Went hungry : Not really, been prety full&lt;br /&gt;o6 .Talked on the phone : Yah&lt;br /&gt;o7 . Said I love you : Nope, I don't use that phrase that loosely, unless it's like in song lyrics&lt;br /&gt;o8 . Do u believe in yourself : Now and then&lt;br /&gt;o9 . Your friends : I don't really get what their asking&lt;br /&gt;1o . Tooth fairy : Neither here nor there&lt;br /&gt;11 . Destiny / Fate : Yep.&lt;br /&gt;12 . Ghosts: They scare me&lt;br /&gt;13 . UFO : Them too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS AND LIFE :&lt;br /&gt;14:Do you ever wished you had another name: Nope, I like my name&lt;br /&gt;15 . Do you like anyone: .......&lt;br /&gt;16 . Which one of your friends acts most like you: Dunno&lt;br /&gt;17 . When you cried the most who was there: Don't really cry&lt;br /&gt;18 . What's the best feeling in the world: Being loved&lt;br /&gt;19 . What's the worst feeling in the world: Loving someone who doesn't love you back&lt;br /&gt;2o . What time is it now: 9:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;21 . Chocolate or vanilla : Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;22 . Coke or pepsi : Dunno the diff&lt;br /&gt;23 . Love or Lust : Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR PICK:&lt;br /&gt;24 . Mac or KFC : Macs&lt;br /&gt;25 . Single or group dates : Groups, more likely I'll have at least one friend there&lt;br /&gt;26 . Adidas or nike : Neither here nor there&lt;br /&gt;27 . Lipton Tea or Nestea : Don't drink tea, don't really like it&lt;br /&gt;28 . Cappucino or coffee : Don't like both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;29 . Smoke : Never, hate the smell&lt;br /&gt;30. Curse : Not yet&lt;br /&gt;31 . Take a shower : Yes duh&lt;br /&gt;32 . Have a crush : .......&lt;br /&gt;33 . Think you've been in love : Hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;34 . Like school : Because of my friends&lt;br /&gt;35 . Want to get married : Yup, that's why I'll probably not become a priest.&lt;br /&gt;36 . Think you're a health freak : If you really knew me you know I'm not in any way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE PAST MONTH:&lt;br /&gt;37 . Drank alcohol : Nopes&lt;br /&gt;38 . Gone to the mall : Yup&lt;br /&gt;39 . Been on stage : Define stage&lt;br /&gt;40 . Eaten sushi : Think so&lt;br /&gt;41 . Been dumped : Nope&lt;br /&gt;42 . Gone skating : No, no time noone to go with&lt;br /&gt;43 . Dyed your hair : Nope&lt;br /&gt;44 . CHANGED who u want to be? : I don't even know who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;45 . I LOVE : God, Friends and Family&lt;br /&gt;46 . I FEEL : Confused&lt;br /&gt;47 . I HIDE : Myself&lt;br /&gt;48 . I MISS :Old times&lt;br /&gt;49 . I NEED : Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven people you would like them to do :&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Quizy Quizy Quiz &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-572145501769155798?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/572145501769155798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=572145501769155798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/572145501769155798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/572145501769155798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-quiz.html' title='Another Quiz'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-6237626741369267916</id><published>2007-08-05T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:06:03.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Name Quiz</title><content type='html'>INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;List 11 people randomly:&lt;br /&gt;5 Girls&lt;br /&gt;2 Guys&lt;br /&gt;1 Family member&lt;br /&gt;3 of your own choice&lt;br /&gt;Jumble up the names&lt;br /&gt;No looking at the questions before you list the names&lt;br /&gt;NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Adil&lt;br /&gt;2. Kaela&lt;br /&gt;3. Joshua&lt;br /&gt;4. Ashley&lt;br /&gt;5. Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;6. Bryan&lt;br /&gt;7. Valerie&lt;br /&gt;8. Justin&lt;br /&gt;9. Olanda&lt;br /&gt;10. Sarah&lt;br /&gt;11. Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;How did u meet 10? Sarah&lt;br /&gt;Kinder garden. Now lost touch with her... Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would u do if you've never met 6? Bryan&lt;br /&gt;i dunno =p Wouldn't have a companion out of 102 under Mrs Kwok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would u do if 2 &amp; 6 were dating? Kaela &amp;amp; Bryan&lt;br /&gt;Kae? Bryan? Pffft... Uhhhh... Be happy for them lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 4 cry? Ashley&lt;br /&gt;Yup, my sis. Spend practically everyday with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u think 1 is pretty? Adil&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh... He's a dude man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something abt 11. Andrew&lt;br /&gt;He chose carbon for his chem name as in Carbon Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do u know 8? Justin&lt;br /&gt;Classmate, was in same grp for orientation camp. I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would u ever date 5? Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;She's 4 years older than me... I'll get back to you on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 7 favourite colour? Valerie&lt;br /&gt;I don't know D= (Shows how little i know about my friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would u do if 2 confesses his/her love to you? Kaela&lt;br /&gt;Kae?Kae?Kae?Kae?Kae?Kae?Kae?!&lt;br /&gt;I think I would stone.... yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact abt 9. Olanda&lt;br /&gt;She likes rock music. If I'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 6 going out with? Bryan&lt;br /&gt;Dunno, haven't asked him before. Not sure if he's even in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 5 to you? Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;Someone I met at my cousin's bdae party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would u ever live with 11? Andrew&lt;br /&gt;As a friend, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 2 single? Kaela&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I think there a people who like her so too bad =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much does 3 mean to you? Joshua&lt;br /&gt;Funny friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u think of 1? Adil&lt;br /&gt;Secretary but quite irresponsible. He still owes me $1.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing abt 8? Justin&lt;br /&gt;He's short and easy to bully =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you dislike about 10? Sarah&lt;br /&gt;That I've lost contact with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite memory with 6? Bryan&lt;br /&gt;Bryan? Uhhh... Sometime during Lit Fest lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 people who I want them to do :&lt;br /&gt;Anyone bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Quizy Quizy Quiz &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-6237626741369267916?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/6237626741369267916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=6237626741369267916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/6237626741369267916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/6237626741369267916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/08/11-name-quiz.html' title='11 Name Quiz'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-7963641288072234463</id><published>2007-08-04T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T23:29:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Of A Blue Heart Part 3</title><content type='html'>On the bus&lt;br /&gt;I make my way up to the upper deck&lt;br /&gt;And take my seat&lt;br /&gt;As the stops go by&lt;br /&gt;I start to realise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 3 ends here...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Takes A While To Realise &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-7963641288072234463?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/7963641288072234463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=7963641288072234463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7963641288072234463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7963641288072234463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/08/story-of-blue-heart-part-3.html' title='Story Of A Blue Heart Part 3'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-4844708494938125142</id><published>2007-08-03T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T23:17:16.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Generalisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/RrNGLHmDjHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pAibsHrScLA/s1600-h/hugcity.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094492760317332594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/RrNGLHmDjHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pAibsHrScLA/s320/hugcity.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i][c=65][b]- Jackson - Oasis of Calm[/b][/c=1][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;is this picture really u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;[i][c=65][b]- Jackson - Oasis of Calm[/b][/c=1][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;that guy seems super tall also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;[i][c=65][b]- Jackson - Oasis of Calm[/b][/c=1][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;look like u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;[i][c=65][b]- Jackson - Oasis of Calm[/b][/c=1][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but everygirl is shorter than u what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i][c=65][b]- Jackson - Oasis of Calm[/b][/c=1][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so u can take advgtage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right Jackson... Right....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;How In The World!? &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&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/33704014-4844708494938125142?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/4844708494938125142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=4844708494938125142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4844708494938125142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4844708494938125142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/08/generalisation.html' title='Generalisation'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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/_AWZqitQt5tU/RrNGLHmDjHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pAibsHrScLA/s72-c/hugcity.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704014.post-8761893884148399619</id><published>2007-08-03T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:01:15.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Music</title><content type='html'>Some time ago&lt;br /&gt;I saw a programme on Discovery Channel&lt;br /&gt;It had said something about&lt;br /&gt;Humans being able to control machines with their mind&lt;br /&gt;But their experiment was&lt;br /&gt;A person sitting there and this ball like machine&lt;br /&gt;Which would move either&lt;br /&gt;Forward&lt;br /&gt;Backward&lt;br /&gt;Left&lt;br /&gt;Or right&lt;br /&gt;Then the person will like predict or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to songs on my hp&lt;br /&gt;I had put it at random&lt;br /&gt;While listening to a song from Rihanna's album&lt;br /&gt;Here's The list of Songs after the Rihanna song finished&lt;br /&gt;In order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ne-Yo - So Sick&lt;br /&gt;2. Simple Plan - I'd Do Anything&lt;br /&gt;3. Maroon 5 - Infatuation&lt;br /&gt;4. Howie Day -  Collide&lt;br /&gt;5. Cast Of Rent - Seasons Of Love&lt;br /&gt;6. The Fray - How To Save A Life&lt;br /&gt;7. Simple Plan - I'm Just A Kid&lt;br /&gt;8. Jesse McCartney - Beautiful Soul&lt;br /&gt;9. Fall Out Boy - Bang The Doldrums&lt;br /&gt;10. Fall Out Boy - Dance Dance&lt;br /&gt;11. 林俊杰 - 被风吹过的夏天&lt;br /&gt;12. Cast Of Rent ft. Stevie Wonder - Seasons Of Love&lt;br /&gt;13. Good Charlotte - The River&lt;br /&gt;14. Ne-Yo - Because Of You&lt;br /&gt;15. Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved&lt;br /&gt;16. Fort Minor - Where'd You Go&lt;br /&gt;17. Hinder - Lips Of An Angel&lt;br /&gt;18. Good Charlotte - Broken Heart Parade&lt;br /&gt;19. Justin Timberlake - Sexyback&lt;br /&gt;20. Hillsong United - Take It All&lt;br /&gt;21. Chris Daughtry - It's Not Over&lt;br /&gt;22. My Chemical Romance - I Don't Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it possible&lt;br /&gt;The song order&lt;br /&gt;Could have been affected&lt;br /&gt;By the human subconscious&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting their&lt;br /&gt;Mood&lt;br /&gt;Feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Innermost Feelings Exposed Through Song &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-8761893884148399619?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/8761893884148399619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=8761893884148399619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8761893884148399619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8761893884148399619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-music.html' title='Random Music'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-8220733968752083625</id><published>2007-08-03T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T21:35:37.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening to: The Killers - Mr Brightside</title><content type='html'>This was on my friend's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the best we could ever have starts to walk out of our lives, we generally have three reactions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) To notice and put every breath in you to stop it from happening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) To not realise and thus making the biggest mistake in your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lastly, the worst:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) To let it leave right before your very eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what in the world do you do&lt;br /&gt;When you want the best&lt;br /&gt;But you don't want to keep holding the best back&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that that person would do SO MUCH BETTER &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realise it&lt;br /&gt;Want to do everything to stop the inevitable&lt;br /&gt;But don't do anything at all&lt;br /&gt;And let it leave right before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;With you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HATING&lt;/span&gt; having to watch&lt;br /&gt;Every SINGLE WAKING SECOND OF IT!&lt;br /&gt;Keeping everything cooped up inside&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to explode&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for for her to walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;Before finally back in the corner&lt;br /&gt;And quietly self-destruct...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's worse is dealing with it Everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hating Every Second Of This &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-8220733968752083625?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/8220733968752083625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=8220733968752083625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8220733968752083625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8220733968752083625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/08/listening-to-killers-mr-brightside.html' title='Listening to: The Killers - Mr Brightside'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-3136396688890836160</id><published>2007-07-29T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:39:11.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unseen</title><content type='html'>Running through the mass of people&lt;br /&gt;Totally stressed out&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly see her face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I stop&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at her&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to stand still&lt;br /&gt;All problems forgotten&lt;br /&gt;As if they never existed&lt;br /&gt;I don't see anyone else&lt;br /&gt;It's as if the room is empty&lt;br /&gt;Except for her&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't see me&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm right in front of her&lt;br /&gt;With a sigh&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Look in the other direction&lt;br /&gt;And continue on my way&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good would come out of it&lt;br /&gt;Better not to&lt;br /&gt;Rather than mess up&lt;br /&gt;And ruin any scraps&lt;br /&gt;Of a friendship still intact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Is It Worth The Risk? &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-3136396688890836160?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/3136396688890836160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=3136396688890836160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3136396688890836160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3136396688890836160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/07/unseen.html' title='Unseen'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-8466674519493930940</id><published>2007-07-29T08:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T08:48:56.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I GOT AN A!!! I GOT AN A!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english is like&lt;br /&gt;bad...&lt;br /&gt;Got so many red marks on my paper&lt;br /&gt;But heck&lt;br /&gt;A! A! A! A! A! A! A! A! A! A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to submit for some pilot pen competition&lt;br /&gt;Topic was Making A Difference&lt;br /&gt;Thus I call it M.A.D. Essay&lt;br /&gt;It is Exactly 1000 word&lt;br /&gt;Not inclusive of the title&lt;br /&gt;Just in the limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend got pissed at me&lt;br /&gt;Cause his name is Andrew?&lt;br /&gt;I think he said he's going to&lt;br /&gt;'Kill' me if my essay gets published&lt;br /&gt;HaHaHaHa&lt;br /&gt;My Essay not good enough to be published anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I want to put it here&lt;br /&gt;Here's the original&lt;br /&gt;So happy with my A =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not A Win, Yet A Win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well then you better stop telling me because I’m not listening anymore”, Andrew managed to get this out before he stormed off with a stalk of some plant in his mouth. It was 22nd May of this year, St Josephs Institutions was holding it’s annual Inter-Class Touch Rugby and Soccer tournament for secondary one students. There had been a lot of fussing over who would play soccer and who would play rugby. I was with the group playing rugby. Before any of this had started, one of my teachers had already told my class we would see two types of teams out there on the field, those who worked together and those who did not work together at all. My expectations were not high, since none of us had the slightest clue how to play rugby, but I had never expected anyone to lose their temper because we lost a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far we had tied our first game and lost our second game. Obviously we were not one of the teams which worked well together. And if you’re wondering, Andrew is a small sized boy with a big sized temper. After losing our second match, all of us were taking a break to get a drink and try to rest up for the third match. After this break is where Andrew lost his temper. All of us were concentrating on practicing to catch and pass the rugby ball better, what we thought was the problem with our game. I went to find Andrew so all of us could practice together. And this is where it all begins……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called out to Andrew, “Andrew, let’s go practice for the next match.” “It’s no use! That’s not the problem!” Andrew replied. With that I softened my tone, “Okay… But Andrew, we’re all doing this for fun, not to win.” It did not affect him, “Do you know what our problem is? We’re all bunching at one side, that’s why the other team keeps getting touchdowns so easily! Because we have a huge gap at the other side of the field! ” I had forgotten why I had gone to him in the first place. “Well Andrew, I’m just going to keep telling you the same thing, we’re all doing this for fun, not to win.” Finally, Andrew got fed up, “Well then you better stop telling me because I’m not listening anymore.” And that’s show it happened, how this line came out. Andrew and I did not take this conversation to heart, it was forgotten almost as soon as he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Andrew had walked off, the next game was about to start. Our next match was against class 101. This match was long, very long, probably the longest match that day. The ball was going back and forth. Once one team had made progress, the ball went to the other team. This cycle repeated itself over and over again, with people coming in and going out in between. I’m not sure if the other side had a plan but my class’ plan consisted of one word, cheong (meaning to rush), basically if someone got the hold of the ball, they would just run forward regardless of how many people are blocking. Someone I saw try very hard was Andrew, when he ran forward, he got knocked down close to every time. Everyone wanted us to wrap up the game, the referee, the announcer, 101, the other classes and last but not least ourselves. We were tired and the score was still nil all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the game stretched on, I started to stop paying attention to the things around me, all my attention was focused on the other team, where they positioned themselves, where the gaps were, where there was an opening, where there was an opportunity. Now and then I heard something but only little parts. When 101 got the ball and was running to our side to score, I could hear the announcer cheering 101 on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the ball is on our side but the other team had the advantage, they were closer to our end of the field. We were about three quarters of the field away from getting a touchdown. There were four people on our side and four or five on their side. So we started to play, Leonard tapped the ball to start the game and passed it to Andrew, who passed it to Sulaiman who then passed it to me. And I ran, there was no one in my way, the other team was concentrating on the other side, where the ball had started. As I ran, I instinctively tucked the ball under my arm, I was no longer thinking clearly, I only had my eyes set on the goal. As I approached the end of the field, with the other team on my heels, I felt a tap. All hopes destroyed by one little tap. After the tap I tried to stop, I slid towards the piece of string strung through pieces of wood stuck into the ground, unable to stop, sliding on the drain and…… using the ball in my hands to break my fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that they said we had won, our team had won with a love all. 101 shouted at the announcer saying that they tapped me first, I shouted at the announcer saying they tapped me first, we still won. I do not remember much after getting the ball, my friends say I covered three quarters of the field, and since I have no idea the distance I covered I have to take their word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, our class was overjoyed, but the one I went to first was Andrew. His mood had increased a lot since before the game. He was close to jumping for joy. Everyone’s mood was so much better, we won our next match two-nil. We came 9th out of twelve classes, but we were much more than content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Do You Think This Happened? &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-8466674519493930940?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/8466674519493930940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=8466674519493930940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8466674519493930940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8466674519493930940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/07/mad-essay.html' title='MAD Essay'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-2530630719477798148</id><published>2007-07-26T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:06:46.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Of A Blue Heart Part 2</title><content type='html'>I picked it up&lt;br /&gt;And looked around&lt;br /&gt;Slipping it into my pocket&lt;br /&gt;The bus came soon&lt;br /&gt;I stepped on&lt;br /&gt;Without looking back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 2 ends here...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;What Do I Do Now? After There's No Turning Back&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-2530630719477798148?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/2530630719477798148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=2530630719477798148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2530630719477798148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2530630719477798148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/07/story-of-blue-heart-part-2.html' title='Story Of A Blue Heart Part 2'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-2592483193280528078</id><published>2007-07-23T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:39:27.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light and Salt of the Earth says:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hey kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;im doing my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my blog skin is WAY NOOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;you don;t have to do it yet you know&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;urm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i want to do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;okay....&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i feel blogging maybe better than jsut gaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;just*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;argg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i need hel[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;help*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;wait you get addicted to blogging in the future&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i cant get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;anyway you don't have to make your own blogskin&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but i cant find a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;can u recommend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;you can;t find a good one&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;look for one you like lor&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;more to the loner kinda thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;ASK JUSTIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but not emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i noe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but not that emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i came up with 'the loner's friend for the title'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its stupid i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but arggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;nvm lah&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dude whats ur blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i wanna see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;just look around lah&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wow cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;on blogskins.com&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;can i have something like that but kinda diff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dude do u have a gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;u sound like u do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;or are u just despo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing In Vain says:&lt;br /&gt;what?!&lt;br /&gt;Light and Salt of the Earth says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;desperate dude but im just joking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh WTH WTH WTH&lt;br /&gt;What in the world gave him that idea&lt;br /&gt;That I have a gf?!?!&lt;br /&gt;But I don't&lt;br /&gt;Honestly... No&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one&lt;br /&gt;Really....&lt;br /&gt;Really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND I AM NOT DESPO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Longing For Her In Secret &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-2592483193280528078?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/2592483193280528078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=2592483193280528078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2592483193280528078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2592483193280528078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/07/light-and-salt-of-earth-says.html' title='Light and Salt of the Earth says:'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-5431284318162320855</id><published>2007-07-23T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:12:33.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarius Reading For Today</title><content type='html'>Showing vulnerability is a tricky thing -- on the one hand, it is the fastest, most powerful way to make a connection with someone. But on the other hand, it may also make you feel more emotionally exposed than you are comfortable with right now. When in doubt, you should opt for protecting yourself -- at least until you feel more comfortable in this situation. Things can change quickly, especially where the human heart is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from Friendster&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'm not violating any copyright laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Do I Want Her To Know It's Her &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-5431284318162320855?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/5431284318162320855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=5431284318162320855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5431284318162320855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5431284318162320855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/07/aquarius-reading-for-today.html' title='Aquarius Reading For Today'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-8683764103306977538</id><published>2007-07-22T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:04:56.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There She Is</title><content type='html'>As I run around&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly spot her&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach churns&lt;br /&gt;I look at her once more&lt;br /&gt;And continue on my way&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to turn back&lt;br /&gt;And say something&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all&lt;br /&gt;But my mind is blank&lt;br /&gt;Empty&lt;br /&gt;And fear pushes me back&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly on my original path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;What Do You Say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When You Can Only Remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Those 3 Words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Which She Can Never Hear &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-8683764103306977538?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/8683764103306977538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=8683764103306977538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8683764103306977538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8683764103306977538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/07/there-she-is.html' title='There She Is'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-2172785174496143701</id><published>2007-07-22T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:41:19.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renaissance</title><content type='html'>For me Renaissance gave me&lt;br /&gt;Mixed feeling&lt;br /&gt;Different feeling for the first half and second half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before all of this I was already very stressed&lt;br /&gt;Looking for my classmates to take attendance&lt;br /&gt;I running around in circles looking for all of them&lt;br /&gt;On the Way running into friends from my CCA&lt;br /&gt;From other classes&lt;br /&gt;And even from other schools&lt;br /&gt;Seeing some of them even helped me get rid of some stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about half an hour&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people who had come to watch Renaissance&lt;br /&gt;Were already inside&lt;br /&gt;I was telling my classmates&lt;br /&gt;"Go in first"&lt;br /&gt;And finally the last person came&lt;br /&gt;What a relief&lt;br /&gt;But one person forgot to bring his ticket&lt;br /&gt;So I was still pretty stressed&lt;br /&gt;I ended up messaging my form tutor and getting no reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of us got into the hall&lt;br /&gt;We took our seats&lt;br /&gt;I told me classmates they could switch their seats&lt;br /&gt;Among themselves&lt;br /&gt;My seat was absolutely...&lt;br /&gt;Horrid&lt;br /&gt;I could barely see the screen&lt;br /&gt;I could only see half the band&lt;br /&gt;And that was when I was leaning over the edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that was for the better&lt;br /&gt;The first half was agonizing for me&lt;br /&gt;Not that the performance was bad&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary it was great&lt;br /&gt;Actually felt quite happy I couldn't see much of the band&lt;br /&gt;Watching it was heartbreaking&lt;br /&gt;I could almost feel my imaginary heart cracking&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if I was in the wrong place&lt;br /&gt;That I should have been backstage or on stage&lt;br /&gt;Guess part of an old performer's spirit is still in me&lt;br /&gt;A choir member&lt;br /&gt;And a novice actor&lt;br /&gt;And it wants to satisfy it's craving&lt;br /&gt;To be on stage&lt;br /&gt;But was it to fulfill a need to entertain the audience with&lt;br /&gt;Songs sung&lt;br /&gt;Dramatizations&lt;br /&gt;Or did I just want to be in the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;Not used to be in the audience&lt;br /&gt;Usually being the performer&lt;br /&gt;It just killed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they continued my sorrow turned into anger&lt;br /&gt;There were a few boys on a lower than me&lt;br /&gt;All fooling around&lt;br /&gt;The was one even bouncing up and down in his seat&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him to stop&lt;br /&gt;He said he was just enjoying the music&lt;br /&gt;Looking into the huge group of boys at the back of the hall&lt;br /&gt;I saw handphone lights&lt;br /&gt;A Kallang Wave&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, not just one&lt;br /&gt;They say boys will be boys&lt;br /&gt;But I wish they were more mature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emcees were really entertaining&lt;br /&gt;They really made the audience laugh&lt;br /&gt;When they told us of the order of performances&lt;br /&gt;I was delighted to hear there was going to be a choir performing&lt;br /&gt;Other than all of that&lt;br /&gt;At the start they had the Josephian March&lt;br /&gt;Which they were changing to the Generation March&lt;br /&gt;Due to it taking like three generations to perfect it&lt;br /&gt;I think the Generation March sounded a lot cleaner&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really like the title&lt;br /&gt;Generation instead of Josephian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first half ended&lt;br /&gt;I just walked straight out of there&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to find my friends and talk to them&lt;br /&gt;Instead of just walking around&lt;br /&gt;Which I still ended up doing while looking for my form tutor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the twenty minute break&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was back in their seats&lt;br /&gt;They continued on&lt;br /&gt;With one Emcee missing&lt;br /&gt;But as they say in show business&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;But I don;t want to elaborate much on the music&lt;br /&gt;I actually couldn't really be bothered&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoyed this part much more than the first part&lt;br /&gt;I think my mood was lighter now&lt;br /&gt;So I could enjoy the performance better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When St Ant's Choir performed&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of a let down&lt;br /&gt;Through most of the performances I've been to and performed&lt;br /&gt;With my Primary school's Choir&lt;br /&gt;There was at least one song which was&lt;br /&gt;More upbeat and fun&lt;br /&gt;So listening to this choir was quite a let down&lt;br /&gt;Even though they were great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite piece throughout the entire Renaissance&lt;br /&gt;Was by the Alumni Band&lt;br /&gt;The theme for Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;Brought back memories&lt;br /&gt;First thing that came to my mind after I realised what it was&lt;br /&gt;Was a SMS my friend had sent me&lt;br /&gt;We had somehow watched Pirates of the Caribbean 3 on the same day&lt;br /&gt;And one of the things she said about the movie was&lt;br /&gt;I love Jack Sparrow! So hot so hot.&lt;br /&gt;That was like the first thing that came to my mind&lt;br /&gt;As the song progressed&lt;br /&gt;I imagined Will and Elizabeth dancing on the stage&lt;br /&gt;In front of the band&lt;br /&gt;And they were like just there in one pose&lt;br /&gt;Will holding up Elizabeth's hand&lt;br /&gt;His hand stretched behind him&lt;br /&gt;With Elizabeth doing the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish you could be there&lt;br /&gt;In their place&lt;br /&gt;On the empty stage&lt;br /&gt;Dancing&lt;br /&gt;Without a care in the world&lt;br /&gt;No one around&lt;br /&gt;But even if there was&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't care&lt;br /&gt;No one's there to you&lt;br /&gt;On one but her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall&lt;br /&gt;Through the heartache&lt;br /&gt;The music&lt;br /&gt;The stress&lt;br /&gt;I would have hated to have had missed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Was All The Hearbreak Over Not Being Able To Perform? &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-2172785174496143701?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/2172785174496143701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=2172785174496143701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2172785174496143701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2172785174496143701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/07/renaissance.html' title='Renaissance'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-6583908856087261808</id><published>2007-07-15T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T00:27:59.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrology &amp; Flipping Pages</title><content type='html'>Should be sleeping now&lt;br /&gt;Just now I was looking at Star Signs&lt;br /&gt;At first I just typed in "Star Signs" into the search bar&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this ________compatibility with ______Search&lt;br /&gt;So first thing I chose was Aquarius and Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even have the chance to look&lt;br /&gt;Cause my attention was stolen by something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compatibility For Aquarius And Aries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just clicked on it&lt;br /&gt;Without a second thought&lt;br /&gt;Laughing&lt;br /&gt;I looked through some of the stuff there&lt;br /&gt;I also dunno why&lt;br /&gt;Bored I guess&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the compatibility for Aquarius and Aries is&lt;br /&gt;9 (Best is 10)&lt;br /&gt;HaHa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after looking up somemore&lt;br /&gt;The best match for Aries is Leo&lt;br /&gt;And the best match for Aquarius is Libra&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing is&lt;br /&gt;Well not really weird but anyway&lt;br /&gt;Libra is supposedly the opposite of Aries&lt;br /&gt;And Leo is the supposedly the opposite of Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to put that in =P&lt;br /&gt;And I just noticed that Libra and Leo&lt;br /&gt;L &amp; L&lt;br /&gt;Aries and Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;A &amp;amp; A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wiki also saw that&lt;br /&gt;Physically,&lt;br /&gt;Individuals born under the sign of Libra supposedly tend to have&lt;br /&gt;A graceful figure&lt;br /&gt;Charming appearance&lt;br /&gt;A roundish head&lt;br /&gt;Small and refined features&lt;br /&gt;A high forehead&lt;br /&gt;A thin nose&lt;br /&gt;A 'trademark' dimple&lt;br /&gt;A fair complexion&lt;br /&gt;And thick eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about this&lt;br /&gt;But one of the girls at Bena's Bdae Party is a Libran&lt;br /&gt;You people reading this can try to guess who&lt;br /&gt;Based on this&lt;br /&gt;As for Aquarians&lt;br /&gt;Physically&lt;br /&gt;Individuals born under the sign of Aquarius supposedly tend to have&lt;br /&gt;Fairly nice, finely chiseled features&lt;br /&gt;And a slender figure&lt;br /&gt;The males are often said to tend to be&lt;br /&gt;Handsome but somewhat soft in features&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about this but&lt;br /&gt;One of my sis's friends has said that I was slender&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;There was noting for Aries though&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't look at Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now flipping pages&lt;br /&gt;So during chinese class a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;I was bored so&lt;br /&gt;I was flipping through this 250 cheng yu book&lt;br /&gt;And long ago&lt;br /&gt;I think my cathegist had told me that some people&lt;br /&gt;When they need advice&lt;br /&gt;They just flip open their Bible and read whatever page they open to&lt;br /&gt;So I was just flipping through the pages&lt;br /&gt;And I just stopped&lt;br /&gt;To see a cheng yu on volunteering one's services&lt;br /&gt;Which is really coincidental&lt;br /&gt;Since I've wanted to volunteer my help for something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this I just started flipping again&lt;br /&gt;And now it landed on a page which said&lt;br /&gt;The one and only way&lt;br /&gt;and on the opposite page&lt;br /&gt;To love and accept someone completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The One And Only Way is To Love And Accept Someone Completely&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is this a sign...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Who Cares? I Care &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-6583908856087261808?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/6583908856087261808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=6583908856087261808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/6583908856087261808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/6583908856087261808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/07/astrology-flipping-pages.html' title='Astrology &amp; Flipping Pages'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-8072827172368840818</id><published>2007-07-14T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T01:12:57.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Of A Blue Heart Part 1</title><content type='html'>I found a blue heart at the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;I found it discarded on the floor&lt;br /&gt;As if it had been thrown away&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't looking for it or anything&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed it&lt;br /&gt;I could have been there for a long time&lt;br /&gt;And I just noticed it existed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 1 end here... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;How Come I Never Noticed You? But Now, You're The Only One I See? &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-8072827172368840818?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/8072827172368840818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=8072827172368840818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8072827172368840818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8072827172368840818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/07/story-of-blue-heart-part-1.html' title='Story Of A Blue Heart Part 1'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-7059963903866832583</id><published>2007-07-14T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T01:12:01.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song</title><content type='html'>Ever felt this way before?&lt;br /&gt;You listening to songs&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly this one song comes out&lt;br /&gt;And your heart just melts&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of all the memories&lt;br /&gt;That suddenly come to mind&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's because&lt;br /&gt;This one song&lt;br /&gt;Reminds you of that person&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you see no one else&lt;br /&gt;Makes heart flutter&lt;br /&gt;And melt the same way it just did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Did You Ever Feel The Same Way Too? &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-7059963903866832583?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/7059963903866832583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=7059963903866832583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7059963903866832583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7059963903866832583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/07/song.html' title='Song'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-5971844966150400173</id><published>2007-07-04T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:18:04.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vibe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2 days ago&lt;br /&gt;Jing Fei finally came online after dunno how long&lt;br /&gt;This is the ENTIRE convo I had&lt;br /&gt;With just him&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Except for a hi jf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey sup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;what's you're height now?&lt;br /&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hee hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;grow taller rdu//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rdy..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'M NOW OFFICIALLY 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;170*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm still taller =p&lt;br /&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh man -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shoot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;btw ur dp's pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;and I'm taller than you by 3CM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;last time u were taller..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i catching up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;when did they measure your height last?&lt;br /&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;just last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;mine around there also lah&lt;br /&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;you got blog or not?&lt;br /&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;too busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;barely alive one yes&lt;br /&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;show me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;val linked mine lah&lt;br /&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;you do know val blog right?&lt;br /&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tried to go in but had the wrong address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the both of u are still so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;i said she linked&lt;br /&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;didn't say correct&lt;br /&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;and what gives you that idea?&lt;br /&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kevin says:&lt;br /&gt;=_=&lt;br /&gt;\{[JINGLES]}/ (&lt;&gt;) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i got that vibe u know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He got that vibe?&lt;br /&gt;JF&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what the vibe is&lt;br /&gt;Even if you do manage to figure out how to get here&lt;br /&gt;In fact I don't even know if you got here&lt;br /&gt;What the heck even gave you that vibe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Good Vibe, Bad Vibe &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-5971844966150400173?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/5971844966150400173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=5971844966150400173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5971844966150400173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5971844966150400173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/07/vibe.html' title='A Vibe?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-1303099667014224461</id><published>2007-07-02T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:42:00.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Day and Transformers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Youth Day was fun&lt;br /&gt;Rushed and very stressful but still fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at like 7:30+&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I woke up so early for no reason&lt;br /&gt;First thing I went to do was wash up and get dressed&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing my outfit made out of clothes from Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;My brown hoodie shirt&lt;br /&gt;Blue jeans which look like a pair in another pair&lt;br /&gt;And my tattered black and white shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to try to finish my hw&lt;br /&gt;I cheong early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Try to complete most of my hw&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;I forgot I hadn’t told my friends that I wanted to join them for the movie&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFORMERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Called them up and&lt;br /&gt;They changed the location and the movie time&lt;br /&gt;The time the movie was starting now was 1125&lt;br /&gt;And I had called them at 1050&lt;br /&gt;Somehow managed to get there on time&lt;br /&gt;Barely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie was GREAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;I keep remembering the one scene&lt;br /&gt;The funny one&lt;br /&gt;The effects are incredible&lt;br /&gt;Won’t spoil the movie for you people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we stoned at the level above the cinema&lt;br /&gt;Open the transformers game cards&lt;br /&gt;Stoned somemore&lt;br /&gt;And started discussing where to have lunch&lt;br /&gt;Ended up eating Burger King&lt;br /&gt;I ate some double rendang thing&lt;br /&gt;Should have ordered the double bacon burger thingy instead&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t order cause Shivraj was already ordering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went outside to eat&lt;br /&gt;Zong Yang, Sherman, Karthik, Jeremy and I can’t remember who else&lt;br /&gt;All of were like sitting or standing just outside&lt;br /&gt;Shivraj and Sherman already sitting down&lt;br /&gt;And just as I’m about to sit down&lt;br /&gt;Pull my hoodie over my head&lt;br /&gt;And look all emo&lt;br /&gt;Some people left their table and we went over to occupy it&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up watching the kids playing with the water&lt;br /&gt;The one that was closest to Burger King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we accompanied Zong Yang to go find a pencil box for his friend&lt;br /&gt;We stayed until 330 then gave up&lt;br /&gt;But we managed to get Archie Comics at 4 for $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later cheong back&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition&lt;br /&gt;Finished RME Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I came home&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at Val’s Blog&lt;br /&gt;And I saw&lt;br /&gt;Transformers was a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;Which made me go WTH WTH WTH for the next…&lt;br /&gt;Ten to twenty minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time I’ve watched the same movie as Val&lt;br /&gt;On the same day&lt;br /&gt;First was Pirates Of The Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;Now Transformers&lt;br /&gt;Damn Coincidental&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if…… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Coincidence Or Something More...? &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-1303099667014224461?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704014.post-4166874008179120407</id><published>2007-07-01T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:58:10.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>Guilt&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful magic&lt;br /&gt;According to Fairly Odd Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt over the past...&lt;br /&gt;The present...&lt;br /&gt;The future...&lt;br /&gt;Guilt over things done...&lt;br /&gt;Things not done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt prevents us from doing things&lt;br /&gt;And makes us do things we wouldn't usually do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt and Conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if someone was talking to you out of guilt? Guilty as well, like you were the bad guy. But if there was no guilt would you still talk to me. Or would you just ignore me like you didn't care... At all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I Pleaded Guilty, Judge Ruled Innocent &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-4166874008179120407?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/4166874008179120407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=4166874008179120407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4166874008179120407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4166874008179120407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/07/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-5578694950961792384</id><published>2007-06-19T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:03:36.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Out Of The Loop?</title><content type='html'>Today &lt;div&gt;When I went on MSN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The First person to greet me was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing he said was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's that directed to? Val?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice way to start a convo eh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't have me as a contact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would definitely not know why he said that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have me as a contact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you still don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you just haven't noticed my pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(pm: personal message)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummm......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 week my pm has been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish I Were There... With You... Instead Of Here... Alone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason for Brian sudden questioning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway here is how it went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I closed the window so I can't cut and paste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll type it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading this blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came back from holiday, what'd I miss?:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Who's that directed to? Val?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kevin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came back from holiday, what'd I miss?:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came back from holiday, what'd I miss?:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i can read your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came back from holiday, what'd I miss?:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Which brings us to the other possibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came back from holiday, what'd I miss?:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You've found a new love in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After this there's one part which is quite irrelevent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asked about some lit hw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And asked about the two statements above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one's before all this non caonvo like stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't find the actual but it's teal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I dunno what the font is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came back from holiday, what'd I miss?:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Strange dp then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just noticed he said dp and not pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(dp: display picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway here is my dp for you all to see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/RnbQQqZpeSI/AAAAAAAAADI/EncBFFibGKU/s1600-h/hugcity.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077474614585162018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/RnbQQqZpeSI/AAAAAAAAADI/EncBFFibGKU/s320/hugcity.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/RnbQQqZpeSI/AAAAAAAAADI/EncBFFibGKU/s1600-h/hugcity.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now dunno which he's talking about anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still have alot of hw to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fri also have to go back to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading all this stuff on poetry now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have the depth of intelligence and intellect to be good at this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got some chain message yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really hate those chain messages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still send them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I'm afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's how it goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What colour are you???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orange - Taken and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue - Taken and dedicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green - Taken and breaking up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red - Single and like someone(s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purple - Heartbroken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black - Taken and cheating on someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;White - Single and not loving it, and not hating it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yellow - Single and loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink - Single and hating it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tan - I rape people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Blue - Single, okay with it, and confused about someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teal - I am a ninja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left the threat out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone forwarded it back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leonard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's Teal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me I put Baby Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later after I read it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Darn, should have put white."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too late now anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What colour are you...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It adds complications to our life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adds grief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adds pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adds heartbreak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But without it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would our life really have any meaning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Fates Were Always Entwined, But Never Together &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-5578694950961792384?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/5578694950961792384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=5578694950961792384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5578694950961792384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5578694950961792384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-out-of-loop.html' title='Still Out Of The Loop?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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/_AWZqitQt5tU/RnbQQqZpeSI/AAAAAAAAADI/EncBFFibGKU/s72-c/hugcity.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704014.post-6751017267663666313</id><published>2007-06-18T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T01:45:05.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Week To The End</title><content type='html'>Sunday&lt;br /&gt;PFG came over&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much&lt;br /&gt;Watch movie&lt;br /&gt;Go to playground&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;I was like too engrossed in my new game&lt;br /&gt;NOT GOOD&lt;br /&gt;I still have tons of homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earlier that day&lt;br /&gt;When I was playing my game&lt;br /&gt;While the PFG were around&lt;br /&gt;Ian ,Keefe's younger brother&lt;br /&gt;Came into the room&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to watch me play the game&lt;br /&gt;And Keefe has seriously messed him up&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to what happened&lt;br /&gt;As he was watching&lt;br /&gt;He was like&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a place to support his arm or hand&lt;br /&gt;So he was putting his arm on my thigh&lt;br /&gt;Uncomfortable for me&lt;br /&gt;So I moved it&lt;br /&gt;And he put it on my thigh again&lt;br /&gt;In the end I let him rest his hand on my leg&lt;br /&gt;A short while later&lt;br /&gt;Ian started moving his hand&lt;br /&gt;To the nook behind my knee&lt;br /&gt;And He like started rubbing me there&lt;br /&gt;But I still continued playing my game&lt;br /&gt;Kinda freaked out but still calm&lt;br /&gt;I turned off my game which kinda got him away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keefe and the rest of the PFG have seriously messed him up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This post was made on Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;           Just that I fell asleep and didn't finish it this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-6751017267663666313?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/6751017267663666313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=6751017267663666313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/6751017267663666313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/6751017267663666313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/06/1-week-to-end.html' title='1 Week To The End'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-2678675230067805949</id><published>2007-06-16T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:54:36.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://valle-stretta.blogspot.com//kev-kevin.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>Val got a new blogskin today&lt;br /&gt;I think...&lt;br /&gt;I went, I saw&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go to my own blog&lt;br /&gt;Through the link there&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;It's not there&lt;br /&gt;Take a closer look&lt;br /&gt;My blog URL had become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valle-stretta.blogspot.com//kev-kevin.blogspot.com"&gt;http://valle-stretta.blogspot.com//kev-kevin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val's blog then my blog&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea how this would happen&lt;br /&gt;I moved my crusor over all the other links&lt;br /&gt;My link is the only one with this prob&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;If it happened to someone else i guess Val fixed it already&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not angry or anything&lt;br /&gt;I'm more toward wanting to laugh&lt;br /&gt;I'm like grinning from ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of bursting out with laughter&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;I'll see if she notices&lt;br /&gt;I pretty sure she won't&lt;br /&gt;So I'll probably tell her in like...&lt;br /&gt;3 days from now?&lt;br /&gt;We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://valle-stretta.blogspot.com//kev-kevin.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;HaHa&lt;br /&gt;What if I took out the http:&lt;br /&gt;//valle-stretta.blogspot.com//kev-kevin.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Took out the first two slashes&lt;br /&gt;valle-stretta.blogspot.com//kev-kevin.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Then crossed out everything behind the -s in the URLs&lt;br /&gt;valle//kev&lt;br /&gt;Valle &amp; Kev&lt;br /&gt;HaHa&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;Lame&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why I did that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be at &lt;a href="http://valle-stretta.blogspot.com//kev-kevin.blogspot.com"&gt;http://valle-stretta.blogspot.com//kev-kevin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; Anyway&lt;br /&gt;A combined blog between mine and Val's&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'll ask her how Val got this...&lt;br /&gt;Odd URL another day&lt;br /&gt;Valle &amp;amp; Kev HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-2678675230067805949?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/2678675230067805949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=2678675230067805949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2678675230067805949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2678675230067805949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/06/httpvalle-strettablogspotcomkev.html' title='http://valle-stretta.blogspot.com//kev-kevin.blogspot.com'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-1020640947677868612</id><published>2007-06-15T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T02:59:34.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Works!!! It Works!!!</title><content type='html'>YES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;IT WORKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't see&lt;br /&gt;Cause I posted like 3 times in the past hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU VAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we went out with Bena&lt;br /&gt;I got a song which she says is emo&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really think so&lt;br /&gt;But I really like the song now&lt;br /&gt;The song is...&lt;br /&gt;Boston by Augustana&lt;br /&gt;I think the part of the song I like the most is probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't even care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ooo yea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said you don't know me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't wear my chains &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ooo yea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we like&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;songs&lt;br /&gt;We seek comfort in songs&lt;br /&gt;In the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;In the music&lt;br /&gt;We listen to it when we're happy&lt;br /&gt;We're sad&lt;br /&gt;When we're bored&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we use it&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it'll cure a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Filling the hole left by the one you loved&lt;br /&gt;Filling the void&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh&lt;br /&gt;I posted what I wanted to already so&lt;br /&gt;The stuff in between is something&lt;br /&gt;I put there to make the post longer &lt;br /&gt;My sis is sleeping in my room&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why&lt;br /&gt;But both my parents are out of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is gonna happen alot more in the future&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get used to it&lt;br /&gt;Which I think....&lt;br /&gt;I already am...&lt;br /&gt;So is that a good thing...&lt;br /&gt;Or a bad thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-1020640947677868612?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/1020640947677868612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=1020640947677868612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1020640947677868612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1020640947677868612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-works-it-works.html' title='It Works!!! It Works!!!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-6080442091242847287</id><published>2007-06-15T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T02:32:28.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings Wrong With My New Blogskin</title><content type='html'>Darn!&lt;br /&gt;Now I think there's domething wrong&lt;br /&gt;I've tried editing the codes&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully it'll work now&lt;br /&gt;Just now I couldn't see the new post&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it works now&lt;br /&gt;I'm still gonna try to work out the kinks&lt;br /&gt;Please Please Let It Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-6080442091242847287?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/6080442091242847287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=6080442091242847287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/6080442091242847287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/6080442091242847287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/06/somethings-wrong-with-my-new-blogskin.html' title='Somethings Wrong With My New Blogskin'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-6382665909150442250</id><published>2007-06-14T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:57:51.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogskin</title><content type='html'>WooHoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;I changed blogskins&lt;br /&gt;The navigator for this is cool lah&lt;br /&gt;Seems very Unique&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's what I like about it&lt;br /&gt;At first I wanted to get my friends opinion&lt;br /&gt;In the end she said my previous blogskin&lt;br /&gt;And the one I'm using now&lt;br /&gt;Equally nice&lt;br /&gt;In the end I lazy to change back&lt;br /&gt;So here my new blogskin is now&lt;br /&gt;Either way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS VAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got distracted&lt;br /&gt;And started doing this&lt;br /&gt;I more or less just took parts of a blogskin&lt;br /&gt;And put it on another&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it'll work&lt;br /&gt;And it did!!!&lt;br /&gt;So good lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have outlasted my sister&lt;br /&gt;She is more vulgar than me&lt;br /&gt;13 years and going strong&lt;br /&gt;That's kinda random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my friend Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Started talking to me on MSN at 1219AM&lt;br /&gt;First thing he said was&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kevin you lovesick lah you&lt;br /&gt;Great way to start a convo ain't it&lt;br /&gt;So I talk to him lor&lt;br /&gt;What better things do I have to do so late at night&lt;br /&gt;Later in the convo&lt;br /&gt;He said&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa looks a BIT like my cousin&lt;br /&gt;And later&lt;br /&gt;Her lah, confirm lor&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going huh?&lt;br /&gt;You know lah&lt;br /&gt;We both know&lt;br /&gt;And then he dropped it&lt;br /&gt;He kept thinking that he has seen Vanessa before&lt;br /&gt;Just couldn't remember where&lt;br /&gt;Kept saying Vanessa's face looks familiar&lt;br /&gt;I the end he couldn't remember&lt;br /&gt;So he'll tell me if he suddenly remembers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Leonard's hinting that he thinks I like&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;But that's what he thinks&lt;br /&gt;So I'll let him think what he wants...&lt;br /&gt;He draw his conclusions from my posts&lt;br /&gt;So the question is this&lt;br /&gt;Are my posts really sincere...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-6382665909150442250?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704014.post-6589291024693504010</id><published>2007-06-13T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T02:16:15.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distracted</title><content type='html'>I'm too easily distracted&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be doing my hw&lt;br /&gt;Which I haven't touched throughout the hols&lt;br /&gt;AND I  HAVE TONS OF&lt;br /&gt;Ended up working with codes&lt;br /&gt;On the com next to me&lt;br /&gt;But the blogskin quite cool lah&lt;br /&gt;If I change you all will be able to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what the name of the song in my head was&lt;br /&gt;It goes like...&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking it sounds like I'm Still Here from Treasure Planet&lt;br /&gt;After typing it out&lt;br /&gt;I think I just figured out what song it is&lt;br /&gt;Iris by Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I don't know why songs sudddenly pop into my head&lt;br /&gt;And stay there&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if it means anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-6589291024693504010?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/6589291024693504010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=6589291024693504010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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head&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the name of the song anymore&lt;br /&gt;It should be I Won't Say(I'm in Love)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's it&lt;br /&gt;The song just popped into my head&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why&lt;br /&gt;Then couldn't get the song out of my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-1460877782807037067?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/1460877782807037067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=1460877782807037067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1460877782807037067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1460877782807037067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/06/continuation-of-prev-post.html' title='Continuation of prev post'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-1934144128928575663</id><published>2007-06-10T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:22:15.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs or Just My Imagination</title><content type='html'>Today went our with Bena's family&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bird park then vivo&lt;br /&gt;Bird Park actually quite boring&lt;br /&gt;Went because there was some penguin thing&lt;br /&gt;And i guess Bena wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later went Vivo&lt;br /&gt;Come only first shop we enter is&lt;br /&gt;Candy Empire&lt;br /&gt;Then I bought FLAKE!&lt;br /&gt;But that is expensive lor&lt;br /&gt;2 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch&lt;br /&gt;Went to Daiso&lt;br /&gt;I bought some Aquarius thing&lt;br /&gt;A photoframe&lt;br /&gt;And so heart thingy that I've stayed up till 4:40 to try to do&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I I still haven't managed to put it together&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Jap instructions&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm still blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today also found out Bena's names for her friends&lt;br /&gt;Esther is fish&lt;br /&gt;Samantha is plankton I think&lt;br /&gt;Shrimp is also one of her friends&lt;br /&gt;Then she is prawn&lt;br /&gt;Also found out that even Vanessa is called by a sea creatures name&lt;br /&gt;Later in the post then you all see lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sat I had a weird conversation with my sis, mom and godmother&lt;br /&gt;After dinner my sis suddenly ask what if I dated a emo girl&lt;br /&gt;But I think my mom and godmother think of emo as gothic&lt;br /&gt;So blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Then later in the conversation&lt;br /&gt;My mom was saying what pretty girl at Bena's Bdae party&lt;br /&gt;Saying the one in the yellow top&lt;br /&gt;Then I blur&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't usually take note if what people wear&lt;br /&gt;Then I ask&lt;br /&gt;The tall one ah?&lt;br /&gt;The one that didn't stay behind&lt;br /&gt;Somehow came to the conclusion it was probably Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;So I showed them a pic lor&lt;br /&gt;Then confirmed it was Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;Showed them the pic with 5 people&lt;br /&gt;The last one in the post below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday when I was out with my family at taka&lt;br /&gt;Getting a gift for my godfather&lt;br /&gt;As I walked toward some store to buy something to eat&lt;br /&gt;Someone tapped me&lt;br /&gt;I turn around to see Vanessa and Jas there&lt;br /&gt;I talked to them for less than a minute&lt;br /&gt;But I still managed to make myself look like&lt;br /&gt;A total retard&lt;br /&gt;So after I turned around they said hi&lt;br /&gt;I reply with a hi&lt;br /&gt;Step out of the huge crowd trying to push their way to the other stalls&lt;br /&gt;And AGAIN I say hi&lt;br /&gt;Smart Kevin&lt;br /&gt;Damn Smart&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately that is the one thing I remember the the clearest&lt;br /&gt;After the second hi&lt;br /&gt;They look at me weird and say hi again&lt;br /&gt;Well not like there is really anything else they could say&lt;br /&gt;After that my mind went &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOTALLY BLANK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after they said hi my mind went totally blank&lt;br /&gt;I had absolutely no idea what to say&lt;br /&gt;So I stone there&lt;br /&gt;After that all I managed to get out was a&lt;br /&gt;I'm here with my family&lt;br /&gt;Then I think they said something about Bena being there earlier&lt;br /&gt;All I managed to get out after that was bye&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I was doing&lt;br /&gt;Only when I walked away could I think clearly&lt;br /&gt;And actually think what I could have said&lt;br /&gt;When they were "talking" to me&lt;br /&gt;I had my earplugs in my ear&lt;br /&gt;With music playing&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about the earplugs&lt;br /&gt;And the music seemed to have had disappeared&lt;br /&gt;It was as if I couldn't hear anything else anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to today&lt;br /&gt;Actually yesterday&lt;br /&gt;When we were at Daiso&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I saw was some star sign things&lt;br /&gt;I had bought things like that before further back inside the shop&lt;br /&gt;So I went further in to see if they still had some there&lt;br /&gt;As I walked past the place with all the keychains&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever they are&lt;br /&gt;What I noticed was&lt;br /&gt;One Cancer keychain&lt;br /&gt;Cancer sign of the crab&lt;br /&gt;There are also letter keychains&lt;br /&gt;I saw two letters formed SMS language word&lt;br /&gt;G and F&lt;br /&gt;I only noticed Cancer and The Letters G and F next to each other&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of person who jumps to conclusions&lt;br /&gt;Thinking life is full of signs of the future&lt;br /&gt;Dreams reflect reality and all that rubbish&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to get a life&lt;br /&gt;So first thing I thought after seeing the keychains&lt;br /&gt;My future GF is gonna get Cancer?&lt;br /&gt;Reasoned with myself that can't be lah&lt;br /&gt;Cause Cancer in the Star Signs is Crab&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe my future GF is gonna be a cancerian?&lt;br /&gt;Later remembered what bena calls Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;CRAB!!!&lt;br /&gt;Let you all figure out any other conclusions on your own&lt;br /&gt;So I was laughing in my head&lt;br /&gt;Cause it seems so impossible for that to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around for a while&lt;br /&gt;Pondering on those keychains&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at some fridge magnet corner&lt;br /&gt;There was one magnet with a basket with a crab and beer glass&lt;br /&gt;So Benita picked it and was saying that she liked or loved it&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;Then Bena was laughing and saying&lt;br /&gt;You Love Crab&lt;br /&gt;And I was standing like right next to her&lt;br /&gt;Can't really remember why that is relevent anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all face the same reality&lt;br /&gt;Thee same harsh one&lt;br /&gt;Some of us face it with no hope&lt;br /&gt;Just following through the day&lt;br /&gt;Surviving it and doing the same the next day&lt;br /&gt;Some face it full of hope&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that have all they need&lt;br /&gt;Doing what they want&lt;br /&gt;Getting through the day with ease&lt;br /&gt;There are those that face it with hopes from fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Dreams or whatever else you want to think is fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Hoping they reflect reality&lt;br /&gt;At some point of time&lt;br /&gt;And There are those that look for hope for reality&lt;br /&gt;From reality&lt;br /&gt;Looking for signs in everyday life&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find some comfort&lt;br /&gt;Or just fulfilling their desire for something&lt;br /&gt;By hoping for it&lt;br /&gt;Wishing it would come true&lt;br /&gt;Influencing their thought and actions......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-1934144128928575663?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/1934144128928575663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=1934144128928575663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1934144128928575663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1934144128928575663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/06/signs-or-just-my-imagination.html' title='Signs or Just My Imagination'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-7845207148181632328</id><published>2007-06-08T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T12:18:22.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bena's Bdae Pics</title><content type='html'>So here the pics of my cousins bdae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml3T6ZpeHI/AAAAAAAAABw/3Xw81ELOdr0/s1600-h/DSCN1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073717639187626098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml3T6ZpeHI/AAAAAAAAABw/3Xw81ELOdr0/s320/DSCN1495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to Right:&lt;br /&gt;Joan, Bena(My Cousin/Bdae Girl), Samantha, Esther, Benita(My Cousin), Vanessa, Jas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml0ZaZpeCI/AAAAAAAAABI/qmvLor1IgDw/s1600-h/558290972l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073714435142023202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml0ZaZpeCI/AAAAAAAAABI/qmvLor1IgDw/s320/558290972l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to Right:&lt;br /&gt;Bena, Samantha, Esther, Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml2oKZpeGI/AAAAAAAAABo/dVuzCCOve1U/s1600-h/DSCN1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073716887568349282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml2oKZpeGI/AAAAAAAAABo/dVuzCCOve1U/s320/DSCN1496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to Right:&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa, Samantha, Esther, Bena, Jas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml1pqZpeEI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bluu6-V6OSg/s1600-h/DSCN1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073715813826525250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml1pqZpeEI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bluu6-V6OSg/s320/DSCN1498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther and Bena Trying to Jump, Bena too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml2NaZpeFI/AAAAAAAAABg/1cxmCsSemSM/s1600-h/DSCN1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073716428006848594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml2NaZpeFI/AAAAAAAAABg/1cxmCsSemSM/s320/DSCN1499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them actually jumping now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml386ZpeII/AAAAAAAAAB4/EZ3RDVJcXeI/s1600-h/DSCN1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073718343562262658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml386ZpeII/AAAAAAAAAB4/EZ3RDVJcXeI/s320/DSCN1505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin stoneing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml4P6ZpeJI/AAAAAAAAACA/ijw_mCE5Z8g/s1600-h/DSCN1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073718669979777170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml4P6ZpeJI/AAAAAAAAACA/ijw_mCE5Z8g/s320/DSCN1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone smiling now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml8dqZpeQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iRJbupPmAo8/s1600-h/DSCN1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073723304249489666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml8dqZpeQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iRJbupPmAo8/s320/DSCN1509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml4yKZpeLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IYN7xu1A4A4/s1600-h/DSCN1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073719258390296754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml4yKZpeLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IYN7xu1A4A4/s320/DSCN1512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml4fqZpeKI/AAAAAAAAACI/hFhjgCOy_Bg/s1600-h/DSCN1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073718940562716834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml4fqZpeKI/AAAAAAAAACI/hFhjgCOy_Bg/s320/DSCN1511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml5Y6ZpeMI/AAAAAAAAACY/4WULIA3zyN0/s1600-h/DSCN1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073719924110227650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml5Y6ZpeMI/AAAAAAAAACY/4WULIA3zyN0/s320/DSCN1514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml5oaZpeNI/AAAAAAAAACg/YreXARy9fN0/s1600-h/DSCN1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073720190398200018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml5oaZpeNI/AAAAAAAAACg/YreXARy9fN0/s320/DSCN1515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml6AaZpeOI/AAAAAAAAACo/4pDcnXbUTy0/s1600-h/DSCN1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073720602715060450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml6AaZpeOI/AAAAAAAAACo/4pDcnXbUTy0/s320/DSCN1516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml6kqZpePI/AAAAAAAAACw/Qi7Y19Rzhgg/s1600-h/480693191l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073721225485318386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml6kqZpePI/AAAAAAAAACw/Qi7Y19Rzhgg/s320/480693191l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them doing some 1 2 3 4 5 thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-7845207148181632328?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/7845207148181632328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=7845207148181632328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7845207148181632328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/7845207148181632328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/06/benas-bdae-pics.html' title='Bena&apos;s Bdae Pics'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rml3T6ZpeHI/AAAAAAAAABw/3Xw81ELOdr0/s72-c/DSCN1495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704014.post-1766819141121381174</id><published>2007-06-08T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:55:02.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SJAB Camp</title><content type='html'>Yesterday just came back from SJAB Camp&lt;br /&gt;3rd day was FUN&lt;br /&gt;Recre Day&lt;br /&gt;We had Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;We were travaling around the city&lt;br /&gt;Going to stations&lt;br /&gt;Fufilling tasks&lt;br /&gt;If not...&lt;br /&gt;Doing embarassing Forfiets&lt;br /&gt;But at one point&lt;br /&gt;During one of the tasks&lt;br /&gt;This guy walked up to my friend Moses&lt;br /&gt;Then went&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Ryan(or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;Then me and my friend like...&lt;br /&gt;Stone there look at him&lt;br /&gt;In the end he got chased away&lt;br /&gt;But was Very Tiring lah&lt;br /&gt;So tiring that when I came back yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I slept at llike 5+&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Went back to sleep and got up in the morn&lt;br /&gt;During the camp there was talent time&lt;br /&gt;My bunk was doing SJAB Superstar&lt;br /&gt;So we had some gay guy&lt;br /&gt;And a guy who was damn blur&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to blog so long so&lt;br /&gt;I'll end off here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-1766819141121381174?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/1766819141121381174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=1766819141121381174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1766819141121381174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1766819141121381174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/06/sjab-camp.html' title='SJAB Camp'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-5646541801646348380</id><published>2007-06-02T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T02:02:57.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying too hard</title><content type='html'>I try too hard&lt;br /&gt;To understand how people think&lt;br /&gt;Even though I never succeded&lt;br /&gt;I don't have that depth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Because I was trying to get songs from Val&lt;br /&gt;I apologized dunno how many times&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a habit&lt;br /&gt;I may ask again tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Hope I don't annoy her till she blocks me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to annoy her at all&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should leave her alone today&lt;br /&gt;Start talking to her again tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have problems&lt;br /&gt;I have to overcome&lt;br /&gt;On my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-5646541801646348380?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704014.post-7651049676582263603</id><published>2007-06-01T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T02:13:28.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>Don't want to blog too much today&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked&lt;br /&gt;Met the PFG&lt;br /&gt;Growing apart from them&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why&lt;br /&gt;Was quiet&lt;br /&gt;Didn't feel like talking to them&lt;br /&gt;Just wasn't in the mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how someone can cheer you up&lt;br /&gt;Just like that&lt;br /&gt;Without even knowing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-7651049676582263603?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704014.post-4547123193054639430</id><published>2007-05-30T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:55:40.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rl2P9e7jZVI/AAAAAAAAABA/k_dPnY-c43A/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070367041926686034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rl2P9e7jZVI/AAAAAAAAABA/k_dPnY-c43A/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rl2PyO7jZUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/N6oWjOgFK1M/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070366848653157698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rl2PyO7jZUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/N6oWjOgFK1M/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are pics of the cake with the penguin wearing the red bow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More pics to come&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&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/33704014-4547123193054639430?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/4547123193054639430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=4547123193054639430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4547123193054639430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4547123193054639430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/05/cake-pics.html' title='Cake pics'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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/_AWZqitQt5tU/Rl2P9e7jZVI/AAAAAAAAABA/k_dPnY-c43A/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704014.post-2378834272896666804</id><published>2007-05-30T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T02:10:25.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it is gained&lt;br /&gt;Relationships can grow&lt;br /&gt;Once enough is gained&lt;br /&gt;There are no secrets&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it is lost&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to regain&lt;br /&gt;Once it is lost&lt;br /&gt;The relationship slowly crumbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust is the key&lt;br /&gt;To everyone's heart&lt;br /&gt;Trust is the key&lt;br /&gt;To friendship and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;br /&gt;No matter who&lt;br /&gt;Has someone they trust&lt;br /&gt;Whether man or animal&lt;br /&gt;Stranger or friend&lt;br /&gt;Friend or loved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone they would share anything with&lt;br /&gt;Their sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Their joys&lt;br /&gt;Their loves&lt;br /&gt;Their hates&lt;br /&gt;Their fears&lt;br /&gt;Their jokes&lt;br /&gt;Their secrets&lt;br /&gt;Their feelings&lt;br /&gt;With total confidence&lt;br /&gt;That it is between the two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;Like Love&lt;br /&gt;Is a simple gift&lt;br /&gt;That could change a persons life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in someone&lt;br /&gt;Gains you a friend&lt;br /&gt;The friends you gain&lt;br /&gt;Help you through the toughest times&lt;br /&gt;Could save you from doing something stupid&lt;br /&gt;From destroying yourself&lt;br /&gt;Trusting that person enough to stop what you're doing&lt;br /&gt;And listen&lt;br /&gt;And change&lt;br /&gt;Trusting in them to know what's best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After something goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;You hear them say&lt;br /&gt;"It'll get better"&lt;br /&gt;Even though they don't know it themselves&lt;br /&gt;Even if they know it could get worse&lt;br /&gt;It still makes you feel better&lt;br /&gt;Even if things are getting worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust helps us...&lt;br /&gt;Through love...&lt;br /&gt;Through life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-2378834272896666804?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/2378834272896666804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=2378834272896666804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2378834272896666804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2378834272896666804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/05/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-2324773274940760094</id><published>2007-05-30T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T01:08:05.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phrase</title><content type='html'>If you had to chose a phrase to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt; yourself&lt;br /&gt;What would it be...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the Helpless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Controlled&lt;/span&gt; Lovesick Mess On The Verge of Insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note :&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep post short&lt;br /&gt;Want to keep the post below near the top&lt;br /&gt;I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged to you &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-2324773274940760094?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/2324773274940760094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=2324773274940760094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Eng : B3&lt;br /&gt;Lit : A2&lt;br /&gt;Geog : A1&lt;br /&gt;Hist : A1&lt;br /&gt;Math : A1&lt;br /&gt;Physics : A2&lt;br /&gt;Chinese : C6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSG : 2.29&lt;br /&gt;L1B5 : 10&lt;br /&gt;Conduct : Excellent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Remarks :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite his heavy duty as a class chairman, Kevin has once againled by example in improving his grades from term 1. He is indeed a prime example for all his peers to emulate, someone helpful, responsible and determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This remark was like 3 1/4 lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else got like what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 2 line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-8606183339373525313?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/8606183339373525313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=8606183339373525313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8606183339373525313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8606183339373525313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/05/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-447138136174944486</id><published>2007-05-29T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:10:38.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin's Bdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Bena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went for my cousin's bdae party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In a disfunctional sort of way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Party was at Down Town East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They had booked a chalet there&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't stay over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The first part kinda sucked for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I didn't know many people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My cousin invited people from like... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Totally different groups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So people kinda had problems mixing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And my cousin was going around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Telling people to talk to other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This worked out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Terribly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Later there was one other sec one who came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Her name is Anna if I'm not wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As she was eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I like sat near her next to my cousin&lt;br /&gt;Toying with her laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Trying to get it to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I saw Anna's handphone and wallet left next to her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Later while I was walking around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I saw Anna's stuff lying on the stone table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Where my cousin and her friends were eating&lt;br /&gt;So I mentioned that the handphone and wallet belonged to Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And they started saying things like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"She's a nice girl" "Blah blah blah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Trying to convince me to hook up with her or something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the end I just said WTH and walked off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The cake was nice lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There was a penguin with a big red bow on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My cousin is kinda obsessed with penguins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dress code was black and white for goodness sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So we were cutting around the penguin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was already a very little bit cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So it was wounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But still intact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the end we managed to save the penguin and put it in the fridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Till later someone amputated it's leg and ate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Later it got better lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The last episode of some chinese show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some guy just got whacked in the head with a brick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blah Blah Blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then I saw some people going out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I decided to go out see what was going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Outside all of them were taking photographs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ended up becoming their personal photographer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But between watching some chinese show I never watched before&lt;br /&gt;And this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This wins hands down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Came up with the idea of jumping to take pic&lt;br /&gt;But some of the girls like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uhhhhh...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cannot jump high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So it sometimes they're late so only see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abit of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of them jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hair got in her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Samantha from CHIJ TP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or they totally stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My cousin, totally stone first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All of the 5 girls but 1 tried to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one that didn't join in was a girl named Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She's 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shouldn't actualy call them girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Should be calling them ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not as enthu as the rest I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At one point they were doing some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 2 3 4 5 thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When Venessa was doing 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vanessa squatted down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After trying a pose saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Aiyah, Too Cute!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Probably so cute that it's unbearable for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the end she changed her pose and we went on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vanessa was also the first one to go back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Among this small group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She had school the next day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Unlike the rest of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I joined the group in accompanying her to the bus stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now I know where it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On the way they found out how old I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I anyhow guess how old they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They were questioning me on the way to the bus stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At first I thought that they were all from sec school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My cousin is sec 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Found out their actual ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Skipped around on the way to the bus stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heard Vanessa say she missed her school uniform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Waved goodbye to her like what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5, 6 times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Watch her go off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On the way back I remember softly humming or singong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because of you by Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After that we stayed there a while longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then one of those light stick thingys leaked onto Samantha's hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rushed back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They went to the toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I went the arcade to see if it was still open with my cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Was open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dragged home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wasn't allowed to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All girls and my sis had school the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Met People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;May try to get to know some of them better&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We'll see......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll try to get the pics up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-447138136174944486?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/447138136174944486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=447138136174944486' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;Something we think we truly want&lt;br /&gt;Something our heart thinks we truly want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings us joy&lt;br /&gt;Brings us regret&lt;br /&gt;Brings us bliss&lt;br /&gt;Brings us sadness&lt;br /&gt;Brings us lies&lt;br /&gt;And brings us hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have dreams...?&lt;br /&gt;So we can partially realize what we think is impossible&lt;br /&gt;So we have hopes for the future&lt;br /&gt;A way of experiencing what is gone forever&lt;br /&gt;A way of silently wishing&lt;br /&gt;A way for the heart to tell us what we think we want&lt;br /&gt;A way of facing reality...&lt;br /&gt;Creating our own imaginary world to escape to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of love&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of silliness&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of depth&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of revelation&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of lies&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of truth&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of hope&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of a better life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of someone whom we love&lt;br /&gt;Hope that someday they'll be with you&lt;br /&gt;No matter where they are&lt;br /&gt;No matter the distance&lt;br /&gt;No matter the obstacles standing between them&lt;br /&gt;A wish to being together...&lt;br /&gt;A wish to be loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams...&lt;br /&gt;An escape&lt;br /&gt;A wish&lt;br /&gt;Our own little reality...&lt;br /&gt;Where everything is perfect...&lt;br /&gt;And you wish you could stay forever...&lt;br /&gt;Then day breaks...&lt;br /&gt;You are snapped back into reality&lt;br /&gt;All our problems, joys, everything returns&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad&lt;br /&gt;As we go through the day we forget our little reality&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get through the day&lt;br /&gt;Alive&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day our reality is forgotten&lt;br /&gt;We enter our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Our own reality of hope&lt;br /&gt;Just to repeat the cycle ...&lt;br /&gt;Without even realizing it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It always belonged to you &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-4116770744873232238?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/4116770744873232238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=4116770744873232238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4116770744873232238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4116770744873232238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-951834223780277230</id><published>2007-05-27T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:25:59.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradiction</title><content type='html'>Why did I do that?&lt;br /&gt;Now I have second thoughts about the post below&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants Val to see it&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to delete it now&lt;br /&gt;Save meself some hassle&lt;br /&gt;Even though all of me knows......&lt;br /&gt;She'll never see that post&lt;br /&gt;Or this post for a matter of fact...&lt;br /&gt;Still...&lt;br /&gt;A part of me hopes she would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally contradicting myself&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be having mood swings to a certain extent&lt;br /&gt;I could be depressed at one moment&lt;br /&gt;And smile the next&lt;br /&gt;You'd probably be able to see it in my previous post as well&lt;br /&gt;Going from happy&lt;br /&gt;To sounding like some love sick puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post more &lt;span &gt;frequently&lt;/span&gt; now&lt;br /&gt;Possibly because I can stay up late&lt;br /&gt;I have more time to think&lt;br /&gt;Alone...&lt;br /&gt;I could lose myself in blogging&lt;br /&gt;Go on and on....&lt;br /&gt;Not like anyone comes here anyway......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-951834223780277230?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704014.post-6956825523849689503</id><published>2007-05-27T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T04:07:47.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PFG</title><content type='html'>WooHoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;PillowFight Gang came over today&lt;br /&gt;Usual things&lt;br /&gt;Watched 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;Had Pillow Fight&lt;br /&gt;Spammed blogs&lt;br /&gt;Talked crap&lt;br /&gt;Played on the swing&lt;br /&gt;then got chased away by this lady living close by&lt;br /&gt;Usually with the PillowFight Gang we're quite open lah&lt;br /&gt;But all of us will keep each other's secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang is pretty small&lt;br /&gt;Being made up of only 5 members&lt;br /&gt;But 3 of the group members&lt;br /&gt;my sister, Sarah and Keefe&lt;br /&gt;Keep associating Stephanie and me together&lt;br /&gt;Just because we're the two taller members of the gang&lt;br /&gt;And we're closer in height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like when I first uhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Met Val few years ago&lt;br /&gt;I was getting out of a room at one of my friend's birthday party&lt;br /&gt;Cause they were going to watch Resident Evil&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very uncomfortable with horror movies&lt;br /&gt;As I was going out Val was coming in&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember how but we ended up standing next to each other&lt;br /&gt;But we were about the same height&lt;br /&gt;So my friends started humming the tune to the&lt;br /&gt;Wedding song thing&lt;br /&gt;I got fed up and stormed out&lt;br /&gt;Not soon after returning and pretending to strangle the birthday boy&lt;br /&gt;Didn't reallt hurt him&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't hurt a fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got to know Val better like...&lt;br /&gt;A year or two later&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to talk to her&lt;br /&gt;Fear of losing her as a friend&lt;br /&gt;I've lost her before&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to again&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have a nat for annoying people&lt;br /&gt;Even now she doesn't reply me after I send her something&lt;br /&gt;When we used to talk more...&lt;br /&gt;I felt she was someone I could trust with anything&lt;br /&gt;No matter how personal&lt;br /&gt;No matter how trivial&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;I could open up&lt;br /&gt;Speak my mind&lt;br /&gt;I felt she was someone I could turn to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who am I anyway&lt;br /&gt;I'm no one&lt;br /&gt;I'm nobody&lt;br /&gt;What am I to her&lt;br /&gt;A wreck&lt;br /&gt;A disaster&lt;br /&gt;An annoyance&lt;br /&gt;Her friend's friend&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a friend at most&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing special&lt;br /&gt;Nothing big&lt;br /&gt;Nothing entertaining&lt;br /&gt;I'm Nothing......&lt;br /&gt;She has no reason to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;All I wish is that I had gotten to know her earlier.........&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe things would be different......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-6956825523849689503?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/6956825523849689503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=6956825523849689503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/6956825523849689503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/6956825523849689503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/05/pfg.html' title='PFG'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-3450915525451226183</id><published>2007-05-26T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T01:18:41.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates Of The Caribbean : At World's End</title><content type='html'>Pirates Of The Caribbean : At World's End Rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was really funny, sad, exciting, touching, funny, touching and did I mention funny&lt;br /&gt;I really loved the last bit of the movie&lt;br /&gt;So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;But I can't remember what the Will and Elizabeth said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny part that I remember was when during the movie&lt;br /&gt;When the pirate lords got into a disagreement and started fighting and&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: This is madness&lt;br /&gt;Jack Sparrow: This is politics&lt;br /&gt;That part is like one of the most memoriable funny parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably spoilt the movie for some of those who haven't watched&lt;br /&gt;So those who haven't watched and plan to watch stop reading now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will and Elizabeth were in the middle of fighting and got married&lt;br /&gt;That was &lt;em&gt;ROMANTIC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were being married by Captain Barbossa&lt;br /&gt;Then the two are also captains as well&lt;br /&gt;Will was adressed as Captain Turner earlier in the movie&lt;br /&gt;And Elizabeth was voted Pirate King&lt;br /&gt;So they were all saying parts of the oath And finally Captain Barbossa was saying&lt;br /&gt;Captain Barbossa: You may now kiss the....&lt;br /&gt;(something comes out and attacks him, he fends it off)&lt;br /&gt;Captain Barbossa: You may now kiss the....&lt;br /&gt;(same thing happens)&lt;br /&gt;Captain Barbossa: Ahhhh, Just Kiss Already!&lt;br /&gt;Then the two kiss in the middle of the deck&lt;br /&gt;With everyone fighting around them&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it just &lt;em&gt;romantic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WATCH IT AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the movie I nearly lost my handphone&lt;br /&gt;Had it not been for someone I probably would have left it in the cinema&lt;br /&gt;Lucky ah&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the movie I was like talking to some my friends&lt;br /&gt;Then just before they dimmed the lights&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw one of my friend's friends&lt;br /&gt;So I thought that maybe my friend was there as well&lt;br /&gt;Decided to sms later see if she really was there&lt;br /&gt;Was lazy to sms then and there cause I already turned off my handphone&lt;br /&gt;So as the movie continued&lt;br /&gt;There was a comedic part where everyone was laughing&lt;br /&gt;As a roar of laughter exploded from everyone&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard my friend's laughter&lt;br /&gt;So after the movie finished&lt;br /&gt;I was looking to see if my friend was where I thought I spotted her friend&lt;br /&gt;After we had just left the theater room I searched my pockets for my hp&lt;br /&gt;To find out it had fallen out of my pocket&lt;br /&gt;So I pushed past people to get back in&lt;br /&gt;Lucky my hp had just fallen out of my pocket and was lying on the seat&lt;br /&gt;Later found out my friend had gone for the 1:30pm show&lt;br /&gt;And I had gone for the 3:25pm show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's probably something wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be starting to hallucinate&lt;br /&gt;Haring things that aren't there&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me.........?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It Always Belonged To You &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-33704014.post-3923304038944108530</id><published>2007-05-22T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T01:20:48.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What everyone wants&lt;br /&gt;What everyone lives for&lt;br /&gt;What we all see on the big screen&lt;br /&gt;What we hear about from others&lt;br /&gt;What we read about in fairytales&lt;br /&gt;What people are willing to die for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have it experience pure bliss&lt;br /&gt;Those who don't long for it&lt;br /&gt;Those who lose it feel like dying&lt;br /&gt;Those who never experienced it wonder what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love pushes people past their limits&lt;br /&gt;Helps them overcome fear&lt;br /&gt;Makes them do things they would have never done before&lt;br /&gt;Makes them all poets&lt;br /&gt;Makes them have something more to live for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of friends&lt;br /&gt;Love of family&lt;br /&gt;Love of lovers&lt;br /&gt;Love of classmates&lt;br /&gt;Love of spouse&lt;br /&gt;Love can be found everywhere you look&lt;br /&gt;You just need to look hard enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Easily destroyed&lt;br /&gt;Never really destroyed&lt;br /&gt;A blessing and a curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear for life&lt;br /&gt;Fear of rejection&lt;br /&gt;Fear of pain&lt;br /&gt;Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time we don't have fear&lt;br /&gt;Is when we were young and didn't know better&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I thought like a child&lt;br /&gt;No fear, no sense of shame&lt;br /&gt;Just being me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are young we don't know fear&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by we learn fear&lt;br /&gt;And it starts to control our actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Love and &lt;span &gt;Fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-3923304038944108530?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/3923304038944108530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=3923304038944108530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3923304038944108530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Personality is Somewhat Rare (ENFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is enthusiastic, giving, cautious, and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 8% of all people have your personality, including 9% of all women and 6% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-8336723162663575866?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704014.post-2258651171277386195</id><published>2007-04-21T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T19:25:17.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How in the world......?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;vally: lol luv ya alwayss!!!stay cute-aliciousness!!!lol...your bro so kind ar go personally to give prestnt to val.lim anyways shoutout to her: happy 15th belated b-daes!!! Stay hillarious !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That was what I saw on sis's tagboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like WTH lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How the heck did she find out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She say she find out from her friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WTH! WTH! WTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-2258651171277386195?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/2258651171277386195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=2258651171277386195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2258651171277386195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2258651171277386195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-in-world.html' title='How in the world......?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-6030310902792483254</id><published>2007-04-19T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:35:36.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I always insist on giving presents in person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 15t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY VAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;not like you're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; going to see this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;becuase I tried to help stop two people from fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I get punched and kicked in the groin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, actually the fight was mostly done by Suliaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;STUPID THING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so the two sides of the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shivraj:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They were both walking into class after art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When Sulaiman steped on the back of his shoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And he playfully pushed Sulaiman lightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sulaiman being the ostentatious person he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pretends to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then really falls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blames Shivraj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And starts punching him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sulaiman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shivraj was already doing something before they entered class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and this had already pissed him off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And in class Shivraj pushed him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;causing him to fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and go into a mad frenzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;STUPID STUPID STUPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I just had to go over to try tp break up the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So for trying to do something good you get hit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isn't that just so fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;NOONE SAID LIFE WAS FAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so deal with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-6030310902792483254?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704014.post-3927536826882174936</id><published>2007-04-15T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:58:18.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I read this on my classmate's blog, The option B boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm option A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so sad, I not under Bro Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm under Friar Mike though (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bolded stuff is from my friends's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bro Mike Was Talking To Us About Something About His "Shortest Speach Ever" It Was About When he Went To A School And Talked To A Bunch Of Young Girls Who Had Sex Before And Got Pregnant . The Teacher Told The Girls " This Is Brother Michael , You Can Ask Him Any Questions You Have About Boys" ( Bro Mike Was Like , I Dunno Anything About Girls! Well , He Was Thinking It) Immediately One Girl Raised Her Hand And Asked " What Do Boys Mean When They Say They Love You ?" Bro Mike Said " Boys When they Say They love You , They Mean They Love You For Now . When Girls Say That They Love You , They Mean Forever They Will Love You. The Problem Is , When Boys Say ' I Love You *For Now*' Girls Hear ' I Will Love You Forever ' Girls Want Love , Not The Sex , But They Use Sex To Gain Love . Boys Want Sex So they Use Love To Gain It . "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now Guys , Is It True That We Are ALL Sex Maniacs ? No , Only Some ! But Well , We Had A Good Laugh ! Bro Mike ROCKS !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-3927536826882174936?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/3927536826882174936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=3927536826882174936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3927536826882174936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3927536826882174936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-read-this-on-my-classmates-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-8396948333182711208</id><published>2007-04-08T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:56:16.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Faith makes all things possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love makes them easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Unknown~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-8396948333182711208?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/8396948333182711208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=8396948333182711208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8396948333182711208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8396948333182711208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/04/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-5058895231751456914</id><published>2007-04-06T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:07:03.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww Man</title><content type='html'>The number of post at my class blog&lt;br /&gt;has become more than the nuber of mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-5058895231751456914?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/5058895231751456914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=5058895231751456914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5058895231751456914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5058895231751456914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/04/awww-man.html' title='Awww Man'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-8948365848823623451</id><published>2007-04-05T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:10:00.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Holiday... TONNES OF HW!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today was quite normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OCP(Oral Communication Program) was fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We had to do some improvision exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was doing this with Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We had decided to do the option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in which we had to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a person who kicks a ball through a window and breaks it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and the person who the window belonged to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so this is how it went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daniel while playing with his Football kicks it through someones window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daniel: Oh Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I walk out, holding the ball in my hand looking around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: Who Broke My Window!!! Was it you!?(Points somewhere in the audience) Was it you!?(Points somewhere into audience again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I look at Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Me: You! You Broke My Window Right!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daniel: No, uhhhh....Who ask you put your window there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: Who ask you use my window as your goalpost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Note: Me and Daniel were laughing while saying the two line just before this note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daniel: It's the ball's fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: And who kicked the ball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daniel: Uhhhhhh...... My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ghost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I look one of the top windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: Oi! Daniel's Ghost! Why you breack my window?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I turn to Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: He say you did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daniel: My mother ask me to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me : First you say your ghost do it now you say your mother ask you do it! So which one is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daniel: Uhhhhh....... My father ask me to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: Okay, that's it I'm taking you to the police!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I grab his shirt and pull him out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But that skit was FUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HAPPY BDAE JOSHUA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-8948365848823623451?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/8948365848823623451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=8948365848823623451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8948365848823623451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/8948365848823623451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-holiday-tonnes-of-hw.html' title='Long Holiday... TONNES OF HW!!!!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-1208879378305942798</id><published>2007-04-01T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:05:22.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk so much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CHAOS!!! CHAOS!!! CHAOS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So many diff languages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;got like 6 altogether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And It's APRIL FOOL'S DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so sad not a school day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tomorrow NAPHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DEAD DEAD DEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I got Chris Daughtry CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today talking to kae and jit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;talk until kae's message history need 4 seperate files&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TALK SO MUCH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok that's all I'm posting for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-1208879378305942798?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/1208879378305942798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=1208879378305942798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1208879378305942798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/1208879378305942798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/04/102-blog.html' title='Talk so much'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-3088392285794727328</id><published>2007-03-31T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T21:28:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>102 blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WTH?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;There's a girl from SJI(I) at my class's blog&lt;br /&gt;which by the way not everyone knows about&lt;br /&gt;still trying to invite people to the blog&lt;br /&gt;need to get more people to post&lt;br /&gt;My sis and friend keep calling that girl &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DESPO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I THINK SHE BROUGHT HER FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704014.post-3871429172929538727</id><published>2007-03-26T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:03:10.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Making Class Blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so far ok I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;using FOB blogskin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;will change for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;COMFIRMED WILL CHANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jeren's Idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought about it but nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so the blog is made just need to invite everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just that my class may not like 3 people from our class to see the blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tuition soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;later post somemore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-3871429172929538727?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/3871429172929538727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=3871429172929538727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3871429172929538727'/><link rel='self' 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Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dad told me that going to have to take me out of cath class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Darn it luh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I only managed to go for like 3 out of dunno how many classes they had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and most of the classes I missed are cause of school stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;or my dad overseas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;NOT EVEN MY FAULT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the teachers say that I needed to attend more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BUT I CAN'T HELP IT IF THINGS JUST COME UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But what makes me really down about it is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't keep in contact with anyone there D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Over the last 6 years I didn't even get anyone's number or email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Damn it luh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week they going to have cath camp&lt;br /&gt;not going even though my dad already paid &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$50 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week also got flag day and wedding&lt;br /&gt;I need to decide which to go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO GO FOR CATH CAMP!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT CANNOT D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New phrase of the day:&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-3079406653342206925?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/3079406653342206925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=3079406653342206925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3079406653342206925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/3079406653342206925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-down-huh.html' title='Feeling Down. Huh?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-5975312754945878733</id><published>2007-03-24T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T16:14:23.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 2 Week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO DO LIST:Taken from a Quote(took out some part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen more carefully&lt;br /&gt;Notice the seasons change ( Hard to do in Singapore, only 1 season)&lt;br /&gt;Hold hands with someone you love (Not gping to happen anytime soon)&lt;br /&gt;Give more hugs (Maybe......)&lt;br /&gt;Watch more sunsets (Not likely)&lt;br /&gt;Sing out loud more often&lt;br /&gt;Dance a little (Took out the word Square)&lt;br /&gt;Have more picnics&lt;br /&gt;Make friends wherever you go (This is going to be hard for me)&lt;br /&gt;Feel good about yourself (Same as above)&lt;br /&gt;Daydream a little (NOT DURING CLASS!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Laugh as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;Take your shoes off&lt;br /&gt;Use your imagination&lt;br /&gt;Tell more stories....&lt;br /&gt;Laughing alot nowadays (= GOOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sitting at the back of my class with two people next to me&lt;br /&gt;Joshua on my left and Shivraj on my right&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle (YEAH!!!)&lt;br /&gt;and my secetary is in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I have a secetary at age 13!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Class" is very entertaining&lt;br /&gt;during class we're always joking around making jokes&lt;br /&gt;on Friday we all had to do some expansion thing&lt;br /&gt;and I was paired with Joshua&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH LIKE MAD LAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shivraj and Danial also with us&lt;br /&gt;not in our group but sitting next to us&lt;br /&gt;didn't make any progress though&lt;br /&gt;but LAUGH LIKE MAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;funniest part was when Mrs Kwok (our eng and lit teacher)&lt;br /&gt;was standing just next to Joshua and me&lt;br /&gt;note:Joshua had moved so he was sitting across me&lt;br /&gt;then someone (Justin I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;asked if we could make a character who we had to write about a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the character was a new kid in school and he was interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not exact words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and Justin asked because in the paper it was he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so Mrs Kwok said we could use a she instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And when Mrs Kwok said yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Joshua was like very enthu&lt;br /&gt;and Mrs Kwok said 3 words&lt;br /&gt;Make us LAUGH LIKE CRAZY LAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;her word if i remember correctly were,&lt;br /&gt;"Deprived Little Boy"&lt;br /&gt;Then we all broke out into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN FUNNY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Didn't make ANY progress AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;Then Thursday we all had to stay back till about 5+&lt;br /&gt;do solar sprint&lt;br /&gt;(make solar powered car and btw mine is still in school)&lt;br /&gt;we were all sitting in "groups"&lt;br /&gt;we all pretty much just did individual work&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting with Andrew, Timothy, Justin, Zong Yang, Shivraj and Joshua&lt;br /&gt;then at one point we all play truth or dare&lt;br /&gt;use marker spin and pick a person&lt;br /&gt;first person to spin was....&lt;br /&gt;Joshua&lt;br /&gt;and the marker spun and ended up pointing at........&lt;br /&gt;(drum roll)&lt;br /&gt;JOSHUA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think this also all of us laugh&lt;br /&gt;Question for Joshua was by Zong Yang&lt;br /&gt;Question: If you were gay which one of us would you be most attracted to?&lt;br /&gt;Hear this question also laugh&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Shivraj became Joshua's fortress ( he's big sized)&lt;br /&gt;and on Thursday we found out that Andrew and Justin are "BROTHERS"&lt;br /&gt;very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very&lt;br /&gt;very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very close&lt;br /&gt;abit TOOOOOOOOOOOO close ( if you get what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;so later we all moved around so that the couple can be together&lt;br /&gt;then got the missing "BROTHER" Timothey then the threesome sitting together&lt;br /&gt;this also laughing through most of it&lt;br /&gt;Word of That Day: DIAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;And Friday During History we all crapping again&lt;br /&gt;Ms Feroze-Form Tutor-Hist teacher-Queen&lt;br /&gt;Me-Chairman-Prince&lt;br /&gt;Joshua-AV Rep-Emo Prince&lt;br /&gt;Adil-Secetary (but don't wear skirt) -Royal Advisor&lt;br /&gt;Shivraj-Enviromental Rep-Prince then Fortress&lt;br /&gt;Daniel-PE Rep-Head Of The Guards&lt;br /&gt;Andrew(also known as Father Andrew)-Payer Leader-Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Then we were laughing at the description of Joshua the Emo Prince&lt;br /&gt;Hair cover half the face and mouth&lt;br /&gt;White face paint and black make-up&lt;br /&gt;Crown black colour&lt;br /&gt;Wear the robes and clothes all black&lt;br /&gt;Jewellery also black&lt;br /&gt;very cool ah!&lt;br /&gt;On Friday while I was waiting for a Bus&lt;br /&gt;I saw this bus with the words&lt;br /&gt;"You will never know If You Never Try"&lt;br /&gt;and it was some ad for some money plan&lt;br /&gt;all all i was thinking was&lt;br /&gt;"wth, is this supposed to mean something"&lt;br /&gt;I better sleep now&lt;br /&gt;but before I go I have one word for you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(btw please comment on the choice of song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-5975312754945878733?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/5975312754945878733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=5975312754945878733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5975312754945878733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/5975312754945878733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/03/term-2-week-1.html' title='Term 2 Week 1'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-1393942119339634989</id><published>2007-03-23T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:02:54.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little less sixteen, A little more "touch me" Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I confess, I'm just messed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dropping, "I'm sorrys", like you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;still around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I know you dressed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“hey kid you'll never live this down”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And you're just the girl all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;boys want to dance with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I'm just the boy who's had too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;many chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sleeping on your folks' porch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;again, dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She said, she said, she said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Why don't you just drop dead?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't blame you for being you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But you can't blame me for hating it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So say, what are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kiss her, kiss her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I set my clocks early 'cause I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm always late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Write me off, give up on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Cause darling what did you expect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm just off a lost cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A long shot, don't even take this bet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You can make all the moves, you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aim all the spotlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Get all the sighs and the moans just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sleeping on your folk's porch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;again, dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She said, she said, she said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Why don't you just drop dead?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't blame you for being you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But you can't blame me for hating it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So say, what are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kiss her, kiss her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I set my clocks early 'cause I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm always late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Always, always on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You said you'd keep me honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Always, always on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I won't call you on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Always, always on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't blame you for being you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But you can't blame me for hating it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So say, what are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kiss her, kiss her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I set my clocks early 'cause I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm always late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I set my clocks early 'cause I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm always late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-1393942119339634989?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704014.post-2585924044807014793</id><published>2007-03-20T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:02:36.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BDAE KAE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAELA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;not like your going to see but still, started typing pos on 20th FYI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today after Drama went to IJ to pass Kae her present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I got there at 4:50+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i got off at the bus stop nearest to toa payoh bus interchange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then I make my way to the bus stop behind IJ there and just before i walked down the flight of stairs I turned around and started walking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lucky I didn't go down there and wait for Kae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I walked all the way back to IJ there and wait outsde 7-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;While waiting, nothing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;end up sorting out my contacts and clearing my messages &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and while doing this all I was thinking about was why i chose to come in person =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and thinking that it was a really bad idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;after waiting for slightly over 30 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;was looking around when i thought I saw Nic, Amelia and Kae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so I wave to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;better make sure is them first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If not them then the people I waved at would just think I was some crazy guy =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;post somemore another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-2585924044807014793?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/2585924044807014793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Darn keys are messed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had haircut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today met up with the pillowfight gang =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pillow Fight Gang consists of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stephanie 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sarah 11 (Stephanie and Sarah are sisters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Keefe 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ashley My Sister 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Note: I'm just putting the ages they'll be this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So we went to Stephanie and Sarah's house at around 7,8 pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;was really very fun lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MARHMALLOWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was a BBQ and we had 2 big bags of marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but their parents were trying to get us to finish up the food that they had spent 2 days preparing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but we probably spent most of the time playing.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;basketball with a soccer ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;monkey (not sure what it's called)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;netball? (we anyhow play lah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;kicking the soccer ball over the thing that divides the courts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;they kick i throw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we went to that place 2 times but the second time when we went the security guard came over and Sarah was trying to throw the ball over the divider thingy D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I ask Sarah to pass me the ball then all of us left =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Keefe actually thinks I'm a good goalkeeper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAHA YEAH RIGHT =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In between the 2 visits to the court place thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we all went to the playground and exercise place thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but after the 2 visits we went to this really kiddy playground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and there was this hopscotch thing on the ground(not sure how you spell it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and of all the things we do we use it to play truth or dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in the end we all say just do truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the questions we all ask are all personal one but we have sworn secrecy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well not really sworn just say that we will keep private&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then there was one question that went something like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you like anyone before or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then MY SISTER say (btw the question was directed at me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ashley: SARAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sarah: HUH!!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me: No lah! Not you Sarah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You want to know then ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After all this we went into Stephanie and Sarah's house and all the parents were there already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so we all just went into Stephanie and Sarah's room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BUT THEIR PARENTS DON'T ALLOW US TO PLAY PILLOW FIGHT D= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so we all sit down talk crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and since we cannot play pillow fight......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we all throw plastic balls at each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and Keefe kept pestering Stephanie about some private stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and all of us toyed with our blogs (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well me and Stephanie =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and somehow they paired up me and Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ANNOYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But overall it was really very fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if you want some sort of evidence that it was fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then we went into their house at around 10pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and left at around 2am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;blog somemore later maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;very late already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;have to wake up at around 8am for mass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and still have alot of hw D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eng, Chi, Math, Hist, Com Stu, Bio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-2823800461387519033?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/2823800461387519033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=2823800461387519033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2823800461387519033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2823800461387519033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/03/pfg.html' title='PFG'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-2089891257503157990</id><published>2007-02-26T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:04:07.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???????????????????? D: ????????????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today was really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VERY CONFUSING&lt;/span&gt; lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at the start of the day had to go for this meeting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and they tell up we have to do a poster/collage thing  D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for a while i had been trying  to get into drama club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and after i had passed a letter of appeal to the teacher in-charge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;she told me that i can only take it as 2nd CCA as...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;they need boys in SJAB(St John's Ambulance Brigade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so i was quite ok with it lah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyway i have a few friends there and it doesn't seem too bad :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so after the meeting thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i walked into class blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then i think while i was gone a form like comfirming our CCA was given out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so it was under my table and when i looked at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i was really surprised to see that they had put &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Drama Club&lt;/span&gt; as my first CCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and 3 words....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What The HECK!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and this would not have been that much of a problem &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hadn't told one of the leaders in SJAB that i was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONFIRMED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in SJAB D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i hadn't made an account in the SJAB forum D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so during recess i went to see the teacher in-charge of Drama Club, the teacher in-charge of the allocation of CCAs and my form tiutor(needed to pass up some donations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then in the end me and a friend of mine with a similar problem ended up talking to our form tuitor about it and she was telling me that UG needs like very high commitment and all that blah blah blah blah blah.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the end i didn't even have time to have my recess D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So now i think the teachers are trying to sort it out but i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; that i will be in SJAB for core CCA and Drama for second and i may have to take up 2 more CCAs, Legion Of Mary Seat Of Wisdom(actually i'm already in that) and i think i have to join a chinese CCA because i'm taking HMT D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOPEFULLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i will be able to cope with all this and my hw [= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tomorrow Enrichment Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;got excuse to bring cam to school :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-2089891257503157990?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/2089891257503157990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=2089891257503157990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2089891257503157990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2089891257503157990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/02/d.html' title='???????????????????? D: ????????????????????'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-2830192123849934554</id><published>2007-02-22T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:53:11.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Oreintation Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SJI Orientation Camp was like a month ago but what the heck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was really very fun lah the camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we got to play games and all that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There was one where we had to put our sock into the back of our PE shorts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and try to pull it out of each other's pants and into a bucket at our side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so there were 2 teams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and WE LOST D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well the other team won because had more players&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;jk jk :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Near the end of the first day we were all going on a scavenger hunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, something like that lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then the PSLs(Peer Support Leader) were supposed to teach us the School Rally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but last year because St. Michael's School Choir had gone to record the School Rally for SJIJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I knew the lyrics by heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I ENDED UP TRYING TO TEACH MY GROUPMEMBERS THE SCHOOL RALLY!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!? D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but in the end i just sang first and they followed me D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On the second day i misssed my cousins wedding D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at least I could see the pics of the wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i missed the chance to get Ang Bao for helping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was supposed to open the door of the wedding car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but I was at the camp so cannot D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well what's done is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Too Bad (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That's all for now so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bye bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-2830192123849934554?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/2830192123849934554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=2830192123849934554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2830192123849934554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2830192123849934554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/02/school-oreintation-camp.html' title='School Oreintation Camp'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-8812398191242190690</id><published>2007-02-18T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T01:07:30.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok, that's all for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-8812398191242190690?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33704014.post-4432046985116962270</id><published>2007-02-14T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T23:38:55.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINES DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(not like anyone actually comes here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, busy trying to study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;GOING to FAIL more or less everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;need to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tomorrow last minute study with my class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today came back 4+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And not sure if there was catholic society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brian say have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Andrew say don't have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in the end didn't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went straight home and slept while trying to do hw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;slept till 9...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;missed The Arena and Police and Thief D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haven't even packed my bag yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;skipped dinner also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;could talk about other things but need to get to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-4432046985116962270?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/4432046985116962270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=4432046985116962270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4432046985116962270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/4432046985116962270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINES DAY'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-2932438173461970911</id><published>2006-12-25T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:41:51.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Today triend out some temporary hair colouring thing&lt;br /&gt;only problem.... IT'S PINK D:&lt;br /&gt;But... at least there was a glitter one or something&lt;br /&gt;(Why did I even try them)&lt;br /&gt;problem was that the glitter falls off easily&lt;br /&gt;so I'm covered in glitter&lt;br /&gt;and the pink hair spray takes a while to dry&lt;br /&gt;so it gets on almost everything for dunno how long&lt;br /&gt;(well..everything your hair touches)&lt;br /&gt;looked really stupid D:&lt;br /&gt;And I also wore a santa hat&lt;br /&gt;with the words "I Believe In Santa Clause" on it&lt;br /&gt;(why do I even do things like this)&lt;br /&gt;Out of the things I got for Christmas....&lt;br /&gt;two things that stand out are...&lt;br /&gt;a water container thingy,I think it's called a waterskin&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;A BRACELET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(not sure if that's how you spell it)&lt;br /&gt;well..not sure if it's meant for guys&lt;br /&gt;but i still wore it for about half a day&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I talked to my cousin about taking up HMT&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably take it up&lt;br /&gt;(partially because my cousin said I could drop it at any time :D)&lt;br /&gt;My sis and my cousins were playing truth or dare...&lt;br /&gt;or something like that&lt;br /&gt;Dares were like...&lt;br /&gt;Drink wine and stuff like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-2932438173461970911?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/2932438173461970911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33704014&amp;postID=2932438173461970911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2932438173461970911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33704014/posts/default/2932438173461970911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17963869638019291353</uri><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-33704014.post-3540372563832609128</id><published>2006-12-22T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:42:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day At Sec School</title><content type='html'>Today went to SJI at 8am&lt;br /&gt;but nothing much...&lt;br /&gt;buy books, uniforms&lt;br /&gt;and pay for school fees&lt;br /&gt;now just thinking about what CCA to join&lt;br /&gt;and regreting opting HMT&lt;br /&gt;not sure if I'll be able to cope D=&lt;br /&gt;This morning just after they introduced some of the staff&lt;br /&gt;and gave a presentation&lt;br /&gt;We had to sit for an exam D=&lt;br /&gt;Well...wasn't too bad&lt;br /&gt;it was an art exam&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;they just asked us to draw our shoe&lt;br /&gt;And at 2:42 I'm still wearing my school uniform&lt;br /&gt;(Just lazy to change)&lt;br /&gt;oh well...just hope that next year i still have free time&lt;br /&gt;can cope...&lt;br /&gt;will still do well&lt;br /&gt;and....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-3540372563832609128?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/3540372563832609128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Dec</title><content type='html'>Today went to East Coast Park&lt;br /&gt;Before dinner some of my family members and I were watching&lt;br /&gt;People wakeboarding&lt;br /&gt;The my aunt thought that maybe my family(entire family)&lt;br /&gt;Should all try it one day &lt;br /&gt;Went to Jumbo to eat dinner and&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate my Grandfather's birthday&lt;br /&gt;After we had dinner went to my uncle's house&lt;br /&gt;Sang Christmas Carols=)&lt;br /&gt;Ate Cake...&lt;br /&gt;AND THOSE IMPERSONATING OLANDA...&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33704014-6454370441591312974?l=kev-kevin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kev-kevin.blogspot.com/feeds/6454370441591312974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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