<?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-5841796</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:52:37.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oc</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-113569274838595910</id><published>2005-12-27T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:12:28.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as much as i may have liked you or still like you, you want to be just friends and nothing more.i respect that.and so i feel no more obligation to do anything more than necessary to please you since it wouldnt really matter to you anyway.i make mistakes. i wont say sorry.but caught up in them you still are then i guess you're the one who's not able to move on and not me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/113569274838595910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/113569274838595910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113569274838595910' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-113509323508138742</id><published>2005-12-20T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:40:35.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've always grown up hearing how the stars in the night sky can never be seen in singapore because of the bright light that engulfs our city which is almost never dark kudos to the welfare we recieve in the form of public lighting.but tonight the stars seemed awfully bright even while walking along the road home lined with street lamps. and believe you me, and i knew what i saw, i saw it streak </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/113509323508138742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/113509323508138742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113509323508138742' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-113482902399809324</id><published>2005-12-17T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T22:17:04.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was supposed to wake up for breakfast in macs...and predictably ended up waking up for lunch at home...i have no self discipline!kevin WILL wake up at 8 am tomorrow.i lost my dog and found it again today! (THANKS kind souled couple=)).and my mum dented the car whilst in search of thy dog.wonder if my dog knows the trouble it causes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/113482902399809324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/113482902399809324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113482902399809324' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-113448974400575161</id><published>2005-12-14T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T00:02:24.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've got new slippers!and that's about the most interesting thing that has happened to me during the hols...other than that, ;jkhvewih nfer]-134ct]8g2 8t[g igguwfjqgcqbcr8gc[09cg 3nc chgy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/113448974400575161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/113448974400575161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113448974400575161' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-113196528771977673</id><published>2005-11-14T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:48:07.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!i'm too scared to watch the exorcism of emily rose.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/113196528771977673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/113196528771977673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113196528771977673' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-113168389284732710</id><published>2005-11-11T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T12:38:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>having dengue fever is not fun.having to be stuck in a hospital bed for 5 days straight without being able to smell the exhaust polluted air outside is even more un-fun.even walking to the toilet was an exciting trip for me.thats how bored i was.dont get dengue. if the sickness doesnt get you, the boredom will.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/113168389284732710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/113168389284732710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113168389284732710' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-113023628519285100</id><published>2005-10-25T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:31:25.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the bitchy me. you call us un-mannered and unbecoming of what we are supposed to be. chiding us for every little mstake that we make and even when we dont do anything wrong, you remind us of the consequences of what will happen if we dont.the irony of it all is that you still want us to think for ourselves without ever giving us a chance to even committ a wrong-doing and repent for what we have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/113023628519285100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/113023628519285100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113023628519285100' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112948044142382213</id><published>2005-10-17T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:34:03.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let it be known from this day forth in this land that thy following poem is written in dedication of KOH HUIMIN! (also known as michelle=P)How have you been all this while?It would be great to once again see your smile.But you've moved to a school so far away,Not like i could see you everyday.Miss the days when all of us were together!Remember when we all had ZhouJieLun fever?=PAnd also when we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112948044142382213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112948044142382213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112948044142382213' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112938672741300761</id><published>2005-10-15T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:32:07.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha "fuck face i have" you mean?hmm yea i know i'm not the most handsome guy around.too bad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112938672741300761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112938672741300761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112938672741300761' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112921179464341790</id><published>2005-10-13T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:56:34.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok i guess its time for a post that goes without rhyming every line that you read cuz actually i simply havent got any juice left to rhyme anything! i think i see a rhyming/poetic hiatus coming my way again.well anyway it was back to school (if you could call it that) after 2 days of extremely tiring sports! and for any of you wussies who didnt go orienteering, WALING 12KM AINT THAT FUN. and so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112921179464341790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112921179464341790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112921179464341790' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112861343548617139</id><published>2005-10-06T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:43:55.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i lubx myself!Promos are over!Time to start making jiqsaw puzzles and playing golf.weird me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112861343548617139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112861343548617139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112861343548617139' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112851891435144354</id><published>2005-10-05T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:28:34.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am i falling in lubx wit chu?heart to all whom have finished promos=)no heart to myself who still has 1 more paper.disclaimer: the author is procrastinating as much as he can so as to buy time before he can think up of the next nice poem to write and post=P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112851891435144354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112851891435144354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112851891435144354' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112809394754833577</id><published>2005-09-30T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T23:25:47.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>September is over.Can i wake you up now?=X</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112809394754833577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112809394754833577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112809394754833577' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112800466283237510</id><published>2005-09-29T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T22:37:42.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Temple of the Evil, Temple of the Weak,No one knows how bad he feels,Late night innuendo, temptation of the Key,Live with the Black Sheep, live with me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112800466283237510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112800466283237510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112800466283237510' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112679872142175825</id><published>2005-09-15T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T23:39:03.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dream:I had a dream about you last night,And in that dream the stars were so bright.There was no one else only you and me,In a place where we could both be free.We watched a movie and had dinner,Followed by a long walk along the winding river.We danced under that moonlit sky,It was as if time would have never slipped me by.But after all its just a dream,Never to become reality and so it will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112679872142175825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112679872142175825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112679872142175825' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112556467911812134</id><published>2005-09-01T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T16:51:19.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is this more than you bargained for yetOh don't mind me i'm watching you two from the closetWishing to be the friction in your jeansIsn't it messed up how i'm just dying to be himI'm just a notch in your bedpostBut you're just a line in a song</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112556467911812134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112556467911812134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112556467911812134' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112556153257627861</id><published>2005-09-01T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:58:52.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pretensions (revolution) :What are you but just glorified slaves?Doing menial tasks till the end of your days.Listening to what the higher authority tells you,Instead of questioning anything that you do.Those lies told just just to keep you in place,Constantly fearing the rebellion they might one day face.Unknown to you are the greater plans they conceal,To you n0ne of which they will ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112556153257627861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112556153257627861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112556153257627861' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112480536448056659</id><published>2005-08-23T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:56:04.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worrysome:So many questions unanswered,So many problems unsolved.But where do i begin to look?These answers can't be found in a book.Day after day i ask myself this:Will any one of us go amiss?I pray and hope for things to turn out right,But its no consolation for another sleepless night.For my own safety i'm not as concerned,More importantly, how can peace of mind be earned?To know that over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112480536448056659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112480536448056659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112480536448056659' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112411147467874424</id><published>2005-08-15T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:11:15.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is stupid.just say hi.this is stupid.just say hey.this is stupid.just say hello.this is stupid.just sayi'm sorry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112411147467874424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112411147467874424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112411147467874424' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112385614829888988</id><published>2005-08-12T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T22:15:48.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been a week since that night we danced,Havent been able to talk to you, didnt get a chance.Its quite important that some things be said,Any longer, it really cant wait.Maybe nothing at all needs to be said,Maybe all this is just something in my head.But it'd clear some doubts if there was an explanation,Of what happened that night, during mid-intoxication.Of your true feelings i am unaware,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112385614829888988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112385614829888988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112385614829888988' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112376616073532706</id><published>2005-08-11T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:16:00.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Y?:You told me recently you had someone in mind,I dared not ask you what was his kind.It didnt really come as a shock to me,I'd long known a day like this would come to be.Still i couldnt help wondering why you shared it,Confiding in my and to openly admit,Your feelings for someone i will never know,And into love hopefuly it will somday grow.Doubt you will ever know the feelings i've harboured </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112376616073532706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112376616073532706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112376616073532706' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112349840959885061</id><published>2005-08-08T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:53:30.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thought i would never see you again,It's been a while since i've heard your name.4 months now and you've moved on,Any chance i still might have had, now its gone.But i saw you once more late last night,Dancing under the disco light.You caught my eye,I wanted so much to say "hi".The music was too loud,Between you and i both there was a crowd.The beats continued playing,We all continued </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112349840959885061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112349840959885061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112349840959885061' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112316061293610237</id><published>2005-08-04T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T21:03:32.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mind is like a road block,In a coronary artery, a blood clot.There's nothing flowing,Nothing that's inspiring.No meaning left in the words that i write,Its just black ink on a sheet of white.16 lines of seeming brilliance,Also 16 lines of utter nothingness.Bounded by a limited intellect,A string of words that have no effect.A writer who's lost his sense of direction,As good as a mirror without</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112316061293610237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112316061293610237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112316061293610237' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112239258108256619</id><published>2005-07-26T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:43:01.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>too lazy to write proper poems anymore so here's a rhyming sentence thats been in my mind for that past few hours:take the failures in your stride,i'm sure things will turn out right.patience will lead you to a greater good,if you rush into the plan, boy're you screwed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112239258108256619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112239258108256619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112239258108256619' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112160581758667987</id><published>2005-07-17T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T21:10:17.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in case we ever go our separate ways,i hope you'd still remember those days,when i could see you everytime i turned around,and not have to look for you till you were found.for you.haha mann i sound like some himbo, hopeless romantic=P as if i will ever be one! riiitewell anyway i lost my phone in the process of gaining glory (long story) but if anyone sees this, just sms me yea? i need to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112160581758667987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112160581758667987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112160581758667987' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112044204344396517</id><published>2005-07-04T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:54:03.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wad happened to perfect 10?=/and why is the new friendster so hard to load pages?=/and i am still not studying maths=/and i would like to say that i know the officially NUMBER 1 BEST DRUMMANIA-ist in Singapore(oh goodness, what bhb-ness=PPPP)whahah but really, congrats congrats=)Note to reader: DrumMania is the Japanese original version of PercussionFreaks in S'pore.its the same game under </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112044204344396517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112044204344396517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112044204344396517' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112040411763595759</id><published>2005-07-03T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:21:57.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok i need a place to hyperventilate since i'm in an ultimatum state of lostness. this is even worse than that time when you were a kid and lost your mum and were left all alone in that department store, this is bigger than that. there's no information counter for you to call someone to your aid.this is big. its walking into an examination hall with totally NO i mean NOOO information on what you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112040411763595759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112040411763595759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112040411763595759' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112022291824777430</id><published>2005-07-01T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T21:01:58.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 lines for you,i hope your heart was true.i know its been some time,but the image of you suddenly poped into my mind.i've given this some time and thought,and i've realised i thought about you a lot.i'm in no rush to get on your good side,but anything's better than the night i cried.still its hard for us to continue meeting again,i'd just kinda hope you'd call my name.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112022291824777430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112022291824777430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112022291824777430' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-112015172436819547</id><published>2005-07-01T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T01:15:24.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was just watching the OC a few moments back and i just thought, what is it with seth cohen?besides that factt hat a lot of girls happen to find him quite attractive but as a guy, yea i do think he's a cool dude and all but what about him, the exact characteristic(s) make seth cohen so damned attractive?i mean realistically, since we're all in tertiary education with members of the opposite sex </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112015172436819547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/112015172436819547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112015172436819547' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111988100499297498</id><published>2005-06-27T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T22:03:25.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when Fight Club says that you can swallow just over a pint of blood before you get sick, i sure hope they're right.cuz when my bleeding nose wakes me up at 5am in the morning, its not like big beady drips, nor does it come in pulses that coincide with my pulse, but more like the stream of water that i'm simultaneously using to clean up the bloody mess i'm making so that my whole toilet doesnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111988100499297498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111988100499297498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111988100499297498' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111966412838217475</id><published>2005-06-25T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T09:48:48.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow, i just took a look at today's Today newspaper and the 1st thing i saw on it was:SPIDERMAN on 5, 1 day more!!!and i thought, if spiderman is on sunday and monday is the day of my exams, which follows sunday, then my exams are in...2 more days, time! oh goodness</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111966412838217475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111966412838217475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111966412838217475' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111953383686139818</id><published>2005-06-23T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T21:37:16.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weird sleeping habits, improper meals and i still wonder why i look like thisthis being a drug addict or a panda if you will.i've accpeted my fate that i am going to fail at least 3 of my subjects and i know its going to happen. but i dont fear it.riiite, keep telling myself that and maybe i really wont be afraid.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111953383686139818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111953383686139818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111953383686139818' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111893979435096260</id><published>2005-06-17T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:36:34.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Loved You:If only those 3 words were meant for me,You would never know how happy i would be.For it was only you whom i truly cherished,Now that you're gone its like my life force had just vanished.Words exchanged that will never mean the same,After all thats happened, all i'm left with is just pain.Wish we could just go back to how it was,When it was just you and me and plain simple love.Now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111893979435096260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111893979435096260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111893979435096260' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111882073172658574</id><published>2005-06-15T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T15:32:11.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back back back from hong kong! haha hmm you know its really realy weird for me in hk? because as much as i looked like i fitted in perfectly (asians asians everywhere) it was weird that i could not speak a single word of cantonese, except maybe "mm koi sai", even though i seemed so much like everyone else!haha and also it was quite interesting to finally be in a place that i have been seeing on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111882073172658574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111882073172658574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111882073172658574' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111822983586936191</id><published>2005-06-08T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T19:23:55.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello everyone, enjoyed the poem? well hope you did, anyway kevin kong will be off to hong kong in umm 10 hours time i guess. which mean that the darn flight i'm taking there is at bloody 5 am lahz.oh man, well at least its only a  3.5 hour flight! whaha, so anyway i'll be in hk from the 9th (tomorrow) to the 12th! so happy hols everyone! study hard for midyears yea?=Pand here's another poem to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111822983586936191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111822983586936191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111822983586936191' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111789512820247860</id><published>2005-06-04T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T22:25:28.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm i havent been really writing any poems lately but i still realised that i havent posted any poems also of late! haha all the self pity and reflective type entries that's been going on the past few days just isnt working.haha i think i shall do wad ma3 xiao2 jie3 says and not be so pathetic! haha here's a poem:Perhaps:i wake up and already i feel the splitting headache set in,but i shut my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111789512820247860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111789512820247860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111789512820247860' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111770496519996605</id><published>2005-06-02T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:36:05.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>looking at blogs and their links and fotos, i suddenly feel as though there are so many other people around me whose lives are so much more interesting than mine. outings n fotos and all sorts of memories stored and kept in different forms. i sometimes wonder if i am really missing out on a lot of things in life?i want what they all have: the feeling of knowing that they have a great group of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111770496519996605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111770496519996605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111770496519996605' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111755257434871305</id><published>2005-05-31T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:16:14.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>night training again after such a long time! ahh fencing suddenly seems like such an alien sport to me when i stepped into the training hall but after putting on the mask and stepping onto the piste once again, all the things i learnt in training suddenly came flowing back to me. luckily=)hmm anyway its not so much the training part of night training that i enjoy but the people that i talk to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111755257434871305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111755257434871305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111755257434871305' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111746021686226794</id><published>2005-05-30T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:36:56.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to ikea today and ate swedish meatballs man, haha been a while since i had those and boy do they taste as great as ever! but one thing still eludes me when it comes to ikea's swedish meatballs.for those of you who actually eat them, or have eaten them or will eat them in the not so far off future,  i'm still very intrigued as to why they always give that blob or "splat", if you will, of red </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111746021686226794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111746021686226794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111746021686226794' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111685620036700608</id><published>2005-05-23T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T21:50:00.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>panda's go ERB.But not just any panda!!Poet Panda's only go ERB.=)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111685620036700608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111685620036700608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111685620036700608' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111555788074905103</id><published>2005-05-08T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T21:15:41.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HypocriteOne who puts on a mask ans feigns himself to be what he is not.A person who posseses beliefs and opinions that he does not hold.A person given to hypocrisy.What i forgo.RespectA feeling of appreciative, often differential regard. esteem.The state of being regarded with honour and esteem.Willingness to show consideration or appreciation.What i lack.HumilityThe quality or condition of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111555788074905103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111555788074905103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111555788074905103' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111520806552843078</id><published>2005-05-04T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:01:05.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what ever the fuck lahz,in this world there's no WE,there's only, ME and YOU.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111520806552843078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111520806552843078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111520806552843078' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111460509667113353</id><published>2005-04-27T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:31:36.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want your style,the way you look when you smile,.show me your flair,when you turn and throw your hair.even the way you look from behind,thats all that's stuck in my mind.stick your tongue out in that playful way,oh man that just makes my day.your voice fills the air, thats all i hear,how i wish for that same voice to call me "dear".eyes that i can never look away from,as i look into them, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111460509667113353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111460509667113353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111460509667113353' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111435241427283758</id><published>2005-04-24T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:20:14.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here's another weird rhyme written during 1st intake:The end of the day is coming,Everything seems so tiring.Yet there's one more period,Why am i doing this like a damned idiot?Everyone wants to pon this class,Their common tests, i doubt they'll pass.So i stay for this last lesson,Even if maths is not my passion.Is it smart to stay or to go?I guess ppl'll tell you to go with the flow,"Skip this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111435241427283758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111435241427283758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111435241427283758' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111367448706638182</id><published>2005-04-17T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T02:01:27.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm tocks blog claims that "all guys are dumb"does that mean i'm not a guy?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111367448706638182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111367448706638182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111367448706638182' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111296961518354610</id><published>2005-04-08T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:13:35.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grace wants to say she rocks!-__-"...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111296961518354610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111296961518354610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111296961518354610' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111296925097049697</id><published>2005-04-08T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:07:30.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The room was cold and the metal floor hard, But your warm hands came and these 4 walls i had to part.This strange new place was big and wide, But the fear within me i could not hide.There were new things to do each day,"a dream this is not" i would constantly pray.You gave me much love and affection, Wonderful days passed all without distraction.But one day i woke to find myself alone, Without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111296925097049697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111296925097049697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111296925097049697' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111227242558965493</id><published>2005-03-31T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:33:45.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been a bitch about almost everything lately, and i know you probably wont be reading any of this shit and this apology to you. even worse is that i know it wont make me feel any better or will it change anything no matter how many sorry's i say here. still if anyone still bothers to read i'm sorry for whoever has put up with my shit and all for almost the past few weeks. as for j i know not in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111227242558965493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111227242558965493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111227242558965493' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111167956635932782</id><published>2005-03-24T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:52:46.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Girl In Blue:The girl in blue, she's so pretty,The girl in blue, she never looks at me.But this secret that i keep,I can never let it leak.She's there and yet absent,Cuz to her, i am not existent.So why bother to try and get closer,When everything i do just seems to pull me farther."Dont give up, she'll be your someday!"Do you really believe in what they say?Some say your fate lies in your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111167956635932782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111167956635932782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111167956635932782' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111158827071161514</id><published>2005-03-23T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:31:10.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>like the damned living dead.nevermind.see me come this friday, yeaa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111158827071161514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111158827071161514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111158827071161514' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111111624685891545</id><published>2005-03-18T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:24:06.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>White ear phones and striped bags,And all the other nice things seen in teen mags.Everywhere i go there's people with them,Is it such a big deal? Crumplers and ipods with large mem?No you say, its not a necessity,And yet there you are listening to you mp3!So who defines what is and what isn't?What all this is is nothing but a bloody fashion prison.Can't be seen without my new choker beads,So i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111111624685891545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111111624685891545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111111624685891545' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111037682597574369</id><published>2005-03-09T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:00:25.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I almost forgot to say something elseAnd if I cant fit it in I'll keep it all to myselfI almost wrote a song about you todayBut I tore it all up and then I threw it awayAnd I almost had youBut I guess that doesn't cut itAlmost had youAnd I didn't even know it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111037682597574369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111037682597574369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111037682597574369' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-111020424202867237</id><published>2005-03-07T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:04:02.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah well i'm going off to m'sia on a couple of days, not that anyone would notice or care but if you did, here's some stuff b4 i go!=)hmm, rockafellaskank's on this friday when i'm off to m'sia so pls go and support ppl like jared, xa, brian, jiaren, the choir=P and wyna and angie's band too! hahaand also while in m'sia i hope i'll be able to get osme nice stuff shoppoing and maybe some nice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111020424202867237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/111020424202867237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111020424202867237' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-110986604348661919</id><published>2005-03-03T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T00:07:23.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. while everyone esle cursed their parents or hated them or wadever cuz they kept bugging them about their choices to make i was wondering why i didnt have that problem with mine. guess i didnt have to wait long though, haha yea its cool they didnt keep bugging me but only after i did my jae with vj as 1st did they start asking why i didnt put any of the other big5.c'mon man if you have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110986604348661919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110986604348661919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110986604348661919' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-110964431585391476</id><published>2005-03-01T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T10:31:55.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Swore that 3 would be my lowest grade,Guess what? i really had it made!10 was my final score,No less and fortunately, no more!But there are many who still did better than me,Probably the epitome,Of our dragon year babies,To you i say "good for you buddies!"Well now its down to where i'll go,VJ, TJ all so pro!?SA, AC all too cool,Navy blue pants, posing around school.I guess i'm gonna be staying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110964431585391476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110964431585391476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110964431585391476' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-110949501511237602</id><published>2005-02-27T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T17:03:35.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Luck:The sun sets and shows its silver lining,The road I travel never seems to be ending.I can't see the end even if its straight,Beyond the horizon that's where I'll meet my fate.I'll reach there tomorrow,Will I be content or filled with sorrow?It depends on what i'll get,One thing's for sure I won't be sad.No more time for me to regret,No more formula's for me to forget.Results are coming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110949501511237602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110949501511237602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110949501511237602' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-110939107878320978</id><published>2005-02-26T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T12:11:18.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Green Tea:Oh green tea i love to drink,But they say it'll make my balls shrink.Still the addiction is just incurable,That wonderful drink at just $1 a bottle!Ovalteenies:I eat ovalteenies everyday,"you'll get sick!" some will say.But i love the taste oh-so-much,Thus i'll continue to eat them just as such!Note: ovalteenies are those small brown gobules of ovaltine compressed ovaltine powder that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110939107878320978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110939107878320978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110939107878320978' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-110925239816770481</id><published>2005-02-24T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T21:39:58.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont know how you always manage to spoil my day, i hope you will go far far away.put aside your childish views, and go pick up some PR skills.worse still are the ppl you call "friends", are they not losers trying to follow hip trends?to you, i'm already not being mean, but before i do anything you start to scream.i know i'll try to take all this back later, but for now pls bear with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110925239816770481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110925239816770481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110925239816770481' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-110889024159348117</id><published>2005-02-20T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T17:04:01.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello.. i suddenly went to marks blog and got inspired to write this:The baby keeps crying and it doesn't stop,The mother holds it near but like its just a prop.Everyone's worrying for the baby,Does the mother even realize her child's in agony?It grows quiet and the bus keeps going,she doesn't get off, does she know what she's doing?Her mind is a blank filled with only one aim,To get rid of this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110889024159348117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110889024159348117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110889024159348117' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-110822037092489703</id><published>2005-02-12T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T23:03:25.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is it just me or is it that its is just human to find it extremely irresistable to just find trouble for thyself and cause a whole lot of shit to happen just to end up fighting fire with fire and going one big round just to realise how stupid thyself was to have started all of it when it could have been easily avoided?i think its just me.. damn</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110822037092489703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110822037092489703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110822037092489703' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-110665621702669452</id><published>2005-01-25T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T20:30:17.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I live for The Youth Funkbut it does not recognise meso shall i go for the Kontemporary?ah well nvm lahz. i cant really seem to be bothered.not that i'm drawing back but i shall admire from afar. its not time to get down and dirty, involving myself.and Charles better not *sniff* come to school tomorrow lah *sniff* dammit. its his *sniff* flu i'm running with.*sniff*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110665621702669452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110665621702669452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110665621702669452' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-110501546306530012</id><published>2005-01-06T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T20:44:23.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>duuude... what i said about sa?! screw it!!! CJ oh CJ..well dragon boating was fun.. yea i guess everyone enjoyed it albiet the amazing race thingy after it wasnt that fun but still it was a nice outdoor game..haha.. yea i just found my new passion through the powerpuff girls.. hehehe.. especially buttercupanyway i guess tomorrow's gonna be the end of orientation but i sure hope the fun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110501546306530012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110501546306530012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110501546306530012' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-110429141532713434</id><published>2004-12-29T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T11:36:55.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man.. i got rejected by sa.. but if i did go in it would mean going down there to collect the letter, going to cj and convincing the very indimidating,  not-so-easily-convinced principal of cj, Bro Paul why i'm not good enough for cj and thus want to go to sa, then go back to sa and tell them i've been released by sa, also not counting the fact that as far as cj is from my house, sa is even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110429141532713434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110429141532713434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110429141532713434' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-110396775196255674</id><published>2004-12-25T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T17:42:31.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah damn.. now i know what its like to be totally drunk and puking all over the place..guess i'm not gona be drinking anything with alcohol in it anytime soon huh.. can still taste hints of the long island tea in my mouth.. or maybe its the sickness of it that makes me keep remembering it..haha, well happy birthday jay.. hope everyone's eve of the eve of christmas was better than mine that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110396775196255674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110396775196255674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110396775196255674' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-110326605112216745</id><published>2004-12-17T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T14:47:31.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay for cjc...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110326605112216745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110326605112216745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110326605112216745' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-110307739343048035</id><published>2004-12-15T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T10:23:13.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha, ok lah so maybe there wasn't anything to even start with but still, you know sometimes you hope there might be no matter how akward the situation is...so i guess there's pretty much nothing left to do now that there are only about 2 weeks left for the famed and long awaited "after-10-years-of-education-finally-there's-a-long-holiday"... i mean, i'm not going overseas, and half of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110307739343048035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110307739343048035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110307739343048035' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-110225547317001161</id><published>2004-12-05T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:04:33.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuckyea, that about sums it all up...fuck</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110225547317001161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110225547317001161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110225547317001161' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-110031608557830816</id><published>2004-11-13T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T11:21:25.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so much for bio..ah... the underappreciated wonders of the simple toasted bread with kaya and butter... how sad it is that no one enjoys such great food anymore... oh well3 2 1 go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110031608557830816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/110031608557830816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110031608557830816' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-109975871649533688</id><published>2004-11-07T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T00:31:56.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what can't kill you makes you stonger... so i can say that i am addicted to The O.C.!anyway, i've decided to go to sajc... and jon, you can stop the cjc recruitment drive already, haha.hari raya rocks! Besides the fact that its a public holiday, its my birthday... and no, i'm am not so thick skin as to  hint that i want presents.so yea, its day 5 of the 3 week ordeal better known as the o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/109975871649533688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/109975871649533688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109975871649533688' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-109835775945159369</id><published>2004-10-21T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T19:22:39.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to people who feel that their lives are screwed up and that they see no point in continuing to spend your remainder of your days till you die:dont be sad, life is not for you to judge whether it is good or bad, its there for you to live itto people who feel that their lives are perfect and that they have everything they ever wanted and could ask for nothing more:dont be complacent, life is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/109835775945159369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/109835775945159369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109835775945159369' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-109647107208076218</id><published>2004-09-29T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T23:17:52.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>will you bother to pursue something that you now will not be reality?what if that thing does become real if you do catch up to it.. will you choose to pursue it? through all that trouble?then again, what if that reality does not exist... will the journey be worth it?i know it is likt totally cliche.. but what if something is so close.. yet so far.. what will you do to get to it? or do you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/109647107208076218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/109647107208076218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109647107208076218' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-1092572756374029</id><published>2004-08-15T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T20:25:56.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>johnny depp is to mewhattom cruise is to eugene wong.shoot her.man was that a nice, freaky, twisty, original film..."and he took another cob of corn from the steaming pot of water and ate it"the ending is finally fixed.go watch secret window if yuo enjoyed the village. a lot of things dont seem like what they are.33333333333333333333333333333333333</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/1092572756374029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/1092572756374029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#1092572756374029' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-109201800087453504</id><published>2004-08-09T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T10:20:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The village my ass man... forgive me if you intend to watch the show with your girlfriend later on in hope of her falling into your arms at scary parts but i feel that it is my duty to spoile the show for you since i have watched it already and think it is rather um, twisted to mentally torture people like that...the show is set in the 19th century... right and eagles are flying outta my butt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/109201800087453504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/109201800087453504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109201800087453504' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-109111240895241779</id><published>2004-07-30T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T22:46:48.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NO!!! yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/109111240895241779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/109111240895241779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111240895241779' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-109110916854720544</id><published>2004-07-29T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T21:52:48.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll die of inhalation of toxic gas from the drying of "Pentel fine point correction pen fluid".waterproof your bag... whoever'd think of taking you seriously... but you were right.never doubt the power of Irony.the number of pieces of work actually seems more than the actual amount of work there is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/109110916854720544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/109110916854720544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109110916854720544' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-109084903964524258</id><published>2004-07-26T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T21:37:19.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 hours and a phone... what do you want me to do?anyway its not really that i cant live without it, still, at some times a i do wish i still have my phone... and its not really a very big thing if i did wanna get it back...i mean, a simple talk could have the phone back in my palm and things would be back to normal. besides the fact that i'm paying certain government services about say 30 bucks a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/109084903964524258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/109084903964524258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109084903964524258' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-108911436673637274</id><published>2004-07-06T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T19:46:06.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoa... how bout a man-berry or straw-go shake man...i can safetly say that the "o" Level chinese oral examination is a truly ball-dropping experience for me... and i'm sure it was for most whom have already taken it... still, its not like i could turn back time and re-take the exam... even then its not like the damned CHINA TEACHER would have given a higher score too... o well."Qing Kai SHi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108911436673637274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108911436673637274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108911436673637274' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-108892415469057085</id><published>2004-07-04T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T18:36:00.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You have to know when its time to face the music...i just had an arguement with my dad and i'm sitting on my ass doing nothing but typing and eating a piece of sweet potato when there's a week full of tests next week coming up which i havent studied for... better yet, i just wasted the whole of yesterday out and i'm going to go out tomoro for spiderman... i know its all wrong but still it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108892415469057085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108892415469057085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108892415469057085' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-108868105783867201</id><published>2004-07-01T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T19:24:17.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another rainy day... kicked off by over-concerned parents clogging up the 1 lane road outside school with only 2 cars at any one time alighting their sons on the front porch... c'mon man, its only rain. rain if you haven't noticed is water with a pH of 7 which means you will not f*ucking die if you walk in it and its not as if its raining monkeys and elephants... its like what? 2 drops/sec kinda </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108868105783867201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108868105783867201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108868105783867201' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-108860669869762501</id><published>2004-06-30T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T22:44:58.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o man... what a wonderful night yesterday was... blackout halfway through smallville, i think we should all request mediacorp to replay the show... maybe then we can write it in chinese for ying yong wen...anyway the irony of things last night was like so thick, i could have cut it with a big irony cutting device man... i mean, just after the LLTC withdrawal symptoms, i took all the leftover </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108860669869762501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108860669869762501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108860669869762501' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-108851661124143177</id><published>2004-06-29T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T21:43:31.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hey kevin! i didn't know you were a leftie until you fenced that guy"... not a good sentence to say the least especially since i lost to that loser from BPGHS and i have been fencing for like 4 years under her nose and she just noticed... and its as if its such a great honour to be noticed by her... bah.hmm, days have been passing fast... although not today...i was told off by dominic ang man.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108851661124143177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108851661124143177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108851661124143177' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-108843527494806088</id><published>2004-06-28T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T23:07:54.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you really dont understand do you? not everyone is like you... at least he understands... or maybe he just doesnt really care that's why he's not treating me any different... still, i've had other things to do, cant you accept that having 12 people in your hands and trying as hard as possible to physically push yourself so that you can accomplish your role as a facillitator and to be the best of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108843527494806088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108843527494806088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108843527494806088' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-108766147724082247</id><published>2004-06-20T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T00:11:17.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have been training. yes. 3 times a week, for 2 weeks. i'm sure it will make all the difference in the world. i hate the new committee... and some authorities on letting them be... they'll suffer the authorities... but we'll suffer the consequences of letting them screw up. does that make sense? ot to you..but to me it does</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108766147724082247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108766147724082247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108766147724082247' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-108688327148720422</id><published>2004-06-10T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T00:01:11.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok maybe tv shows dont really show you the real life no matter how realistic they try to be... still they do give great quotes:"you can't change where i'm from, but you can change where i'm going."benjamin mckenzie, the O.C.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108688327148720422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108688327148720422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108688327148720422' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-108375873811735831</id><published>2004-05-05T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T20:10:03.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>forget about dating.enjoy yourself when you are young.when god has made you ready.then you start...why did i write your name on that paper?anyway there are more pressing matters...                                                                 No.10 Xianglin Avenue                                                                 S'pore 248922Mr. YangLocal Community Welfare Council </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108375873811735831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108375873811735831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108375873811735831' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-108272820660669874</id><published>2004-04-23T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T21:54:14.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love doesnt make the world go round... thats bullshit... money does.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108272820660669874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108272820660669874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108272820660669874' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-108090510905365205</id><published>2004-04-02T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T19:28:48.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>of the few sermon's i've sat through... there was one preacher who really appealed to me... or maybe it was just that the topic that he was going on about that day was rather connected to my life at that point in time... still i cant exactly say that not one of the sermons has not touched me in one way or another... i guess thats the wonderful thing about that Book of God... anyway, what he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108090510905365205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108090510905365205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108090510905365205' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-108045948676922193</id><published>2004-03-28T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T15:41:39.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, i realised i sound very bad in the last entry but i dont think i'll take back wad i've said cuz i really mean it... other than that, i guess its not been that bad lately... just gotta tie up some loose ends here and there and i'm done... anyway studying in the library lately has just made me see some stuff about the bug picture... though sometimes when i think about it, i think i know quite a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108045948676922193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/108045948676922193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108045948676922193' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-107996056068740330</id><published>2004-03-22T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T21:06:05.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've fucking had enough ok... dont tell me this shit while i'm not in the mood to bother with you and go back and tell others dear to me about other shit ok? can you think about consequences and look at the big picture for once you fucking hypocritical bitch? stop being your childish self with your o-i'll-always-have0my-bf's-shoulder-to-cry on dammit... just fuck off and stop it... stop hovering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107996056068740330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107996056068740330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107996056068740330' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-107979490242415744</id><published>2004-03-20T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T23:05:04.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what matters is not how many laps of the pool you swim while in the school but whether you take a liking for it and whether you are able to make the most of a huge ocean of opportunity that awaits you after you leave.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107979490242415744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107979490242415744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107979490242415744' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-107966517123243773</id><published>2004-03-19T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T11:04:36.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, firstly, my heart goes out to those caught in what ever problems they have that revolve around a simple infatuation of a perosn of the opposite sex that seems all too attractive... in other words... a crush... and if you please, LOVE...anyway, i've realised that my mind seems easily swayed by the simple suggestions and thoughts of others... hahaz... but that's another story...yea... i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107966517123243773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107966517123243773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107966517123243773' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-107831773435923794</id><published>2004-03-03T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T20:50:07.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o dammit man... just as i thought things were kinda ok already they just have to fall right down all over again in front of me to create another wall... i thought the first mistake was already overlooked as a minor fault but now there's another problem biting me on the leg, restraining me... and i know its not its fault that i've got bad results and even then the problem was caused by me!... so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107831773435923794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107831773435923794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831773435923794' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-107753763741437478</id><published>2004-02-23T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T20:03:23.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aha... i am thy self-proclaimed national junior team sparring partner... that is if nazir's theory is right... but then agn its not... maybe the fengshui chairs wil guide me...o yea, i've got a cute puppy dog... golden retriever... so cute... just hope my dad doesnt give it some old obiang/orbit name manz... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107753763741437478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107753763741437478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107753763741437478' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-107702817572901502</id><published>2004-02-17T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T22:32:13.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Local Boy.JC or Poly?Now there's a bit of a worry,And when i'm in Poly, So i do business or IT?Maybe i'll go Design, Where the girls are all so fine, But still at the end of the day, I'll have to find my own way, Through theminefield of choices, And so many people's voices, Who knows? Maybe i'll end up in a JC, where the 1st 3 months are gonna be so easy, Ponning school every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107702817572901502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107702817572901502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107702817572901502' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-107693872240934937</id><published>2004-02-16T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T21:41:18.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes! finally passed biweekly all by myself... hahaz, so accomplished...anyway, temasek poly's kinda cool place... always has this breezy kind of feel to the building..maybe cuz its next to bedok reservoir?... i dunno</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107693872240934937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107693872240934937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107693872240934937' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-107640827019986487</id><published>2004-02-10T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T18:20:18.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck... BI-weekly become Weekly not enough.... must turn into SUB_WEEKLY...anyway, "he tllain underre foleign koache, i tllain 100% underre localle koache... "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107640827019986487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107640827019986487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107640827019986487' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-107608001020484194</id><published>2004-02-06T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T23:09:13.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the Bi-weekly has become Weekly...fail diao!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107608001020484194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107608001020484194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107608001020484194' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-107562473862726245</id><published>2004-02-01T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T16:41:26.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy birthday Justin Timberlake!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107562473862726245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107562473862726245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107562473862726245' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-107561712159697170</id><published>2004-02-01T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T14:34:17.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cocktail Recipe &gt; Look At The CeilingINGREDIENTS  	    * 1 part gin    * 1 part vodka    * 1 part blue curacao    * 3 parts orange juice    * 3 drops angostura bitters    * juice of lemon    * top up Ice (crushed)DIRECTIONS  	Pour vodka, gin into shaker with some crushed ice and pour into highball glass.Pour in orange juice and angostura bittersand top up with rest of crushed ice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107561712159697170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107561712159697170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107561712159697170' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841796.post-107173400906857982</id><published>2003-12-18T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T15:53:42.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really dont know... i feel like i've already gone through it successfully... but then, something always happens and i'm reminded that i've only lied to myself for that long and i'm just living in ignorance for that few weeks... i dont know... am i supposed to confront it? confront myself? or just let everything out? i feel like i am just something insignificant that You have total control of.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107173400906857982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841796/posts/default/107173400906857982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindingdarkness.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107173400906857982' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464389392941399129</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></entry></feed>
