<?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-8771856</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:04:32.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>press.alt+f4</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-111910822530412874</id><published>2005-06-18T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T23:23:45.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIZZARO</title><content type='html'>'Why'd you have to keep saying she left you for another man? Why not say your dog ran away?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh happy birthday angel. i remembered. and yes. this is to make my entry appear longer as it takes up the space. HAHAHA kidding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-111910822530412874?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/111910822530412874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=111910822530412874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111910822530412874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111910822530412874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/06/bizzaro.html' title='BIZZARO'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-111712063311711733</id><published>2005-05-26T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:17:13.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your sense is wearing out</title><content type='html'>Every point of view has another angle and every angle has its merit, but it all comes down to faith and that's the way I see it. You can say that love is not divine and you can say that life is not eternal. "All we have is now" but I don't believe it. Does the world seem grey with empty longing? Wearing every shade of cynical and do you ever feel that there is something missing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-111712063311711733?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/111712063311711733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=111712063311711733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111712063311711733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111712063311711733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-sense-is-wearing-out.html' title='your sense is wearing out'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-111616970064246539</id><published>2005-05-15T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T23:08:20.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my head is aching.</title><content type='html'>life is too short and you're almost dead&lt;br /&gt;you want to be dressed in poetry&lt;br /&gt;but imagery doesn't fit&lt;br /&gt;and you want resizing&lt;br /&gt;but darling dear get a grip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think what I just wrote is going over my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm stealing lines from myself&lt;br /&gt;and what I said was never said&lt;br /&gt;it's just a lyrical lie&lt;br /&gt;made up in my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-111616970064246539?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/111616970064246539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=111616970064246539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111616970064246539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111616970064246539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-head-is-aching.html' title='my head is aching.'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-111433233840854254</id><published>2005-04-24T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T16:45:38.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA</title><content type='html'>MSN MESSENGER 7.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet by two ambassadors of pain says:&lt;br /&gt;hey is that a mirror in your pocket cuz i can see myself in your pants&lt;br /&gt;ken - says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man sid, you never fail to humour me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought two new pairs of shoes today. i love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-111433233840854254?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/111433233840854254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=111433233840854254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111433233840854254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111433233840854254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/04/haha.html' title='HAHA'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-111332484650025842</id><published>2005-04-13T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T00:54:06.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMchuckleberry</title><content type='html'>The Best of Me, the Starting Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you thought about when you were gone &lt;br /&gt;and so alone&lt;br /&gt;The worst is over&lt;br /&gt;You can have the best of me&lt;br /&gt;We got older, but we're still young&lt;br /&gt;We never grew out of this feeling that we won't give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we lay again&lt;br /&gt;On two separate beds, riding phone lines&lt;br /&gt;To meet a familiar voice and pictures drawn from memory&lt;br /&gt;We reflect on miscommunications and misunderstandings &lt;br /&gt;And missing each other too, &lt;br /&gt;much too attached to let go. &lt;br /&gt;Turn our music down and we whisper,&lt;br /&gt;"Say what you're thinking right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you thought about when you were gone &lt;br /&gt;and so alone&lt;br /&gt;The worst is over&lt;br /&gt;You can have the best of me&lt;br /&gt;We got older, but we're still young...&lt;br /&gt;We never grew out of this feeling &lt;br /&gt;that we won't give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping to conclusions&lt;br /&gt;Made me fall away from you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that the truth, &lt;br /&gt;has brought back together me and you&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And we whisper,&lt;br /&gt;"Say what you're thinking out loud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn our music down and we whisper, &lt;br /&gt;We're sitting on the ground and we whisper, &lt;br /&gt;We turn our music down, &lt;br /&gt;we're sitting on the ground &lt;br /&gt;The next time I'm in town, &lt;br /&gt;we will kiss, girl....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-111332484650025842?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/111332484650025842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=111332484650025842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111332484650025842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111332484650025842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/04/omchuckleberry.html' title='OMchuckleberry'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-111176676589173370</id><published>2005-03-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T00:06:05.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>33</title><content type='html'>ok that was total nonsense, i was just intrigued by such cool names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Good Friday, and i have to keep in mind of what Jesus has done for you, me, us.&lt;br /&gt;Death is what he suffered. The fatal wounds inflicted by mere sinners.&lt;br /&gt;Death. Such deep meaning. The cessation of life.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life such a great thing. When we think of life, you probably think of your own way of living. Have you ever thought of other people's lives and what it means to them? Have you ever imagined looking through another person's pair of eyes? What would it be like?&lt;br /&gt;Why are our minds naturally fearing death? Why do we fear the 300 feet between the edge and the cold, solid and dense floor below? Is it because when we smash head first to the floor, splitting our skulls, shutting our minds out of this earth. Is that the general case? Or is it because we don't get to say goodbye to our dearly beloved? How about the feeling being hit by a car at lets say 60 km/h? Shifting our knees out of place, bending towards the body of the car, hearing a crack when your head hits the windscreen and literally flying over the car onto the road where your teeth land and break off.&lt;br /&gt;I fear that because I want to see the ones I love grow, I fear that because I want to see the handiwork of Jesus work on them. I fear that because I want to live for Him. He is my life. No car, nor 300 feet drop can stop me from saying, I have love for Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, sounds like I've got a lot of praying to do huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-111176676589173370?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/111176676589173370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=111176676589173370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111176676589173370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111176676589173370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/03/33_111176676589173370.html' title='33'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-111167892564807404</id><published>2005-03-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:42:05.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;lay off the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7-up&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;7th Heaven&lt;/strong&gt;, Acid, &lt;strong&gt;Adam&lt;/strong&gt;, Adderall, &lt;strong&gt;Angel Dust&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Aunt Mary&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Bean&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Big C&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Big H&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Big O&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Black Stuff&lt;/strong&gt;, Blacktar, Block, Blow, &lt;strong&gt;Blue Mystic&lt;/strong&gt;, Boom, &lt;strong&gt;Booze&lt;/strong&gt;, Brown Sugar, &lt;strong&gt;Businessman's Trip&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Buttons&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Cactus&lt;/strong&gt;, Caps, Cat, Cat Valium, Chalk, Chew, Chronic, Codeine, &lt;strong&gt;Coke&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Crank&lt;/strong&gt;, Croak, Crypto, Crystal, Date Rape Drug, Death, Dex, Dexerdrine, Dip, Dope, Doses, DXM, &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;, Embalming Fluid, &lt;strong&gt;Fags&lt;/strong&gt;, Flake, Fire, Freebase, Forget Pill, &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;, Gangster, Ganja, &lt;strong&gt;Georgia Home Boy&lt;/strong&gt;, Glass, Grass, &lt;strong&gt;Grievous Bodily Harm&lt;/strong&gt;, Hash, Herb, Hits, Horse, Ice, Juice, Junk, &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Kibbles and Bits&lt;/strong&gt;, Kif, &lt;strong&gt;Killer Weed&lt;/strong&gt;, Killers, &lt;strong&gt;La Roche&lt;/strong&gt;, Lady, &lt;strong&gt;Lucky 7&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Magic Mushrooms&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Mary Jane&lt;/strong&gt;, Mebaral, Meth, Microdot, &lt;strong&gt;Mitsubishi Double Stack&lt;/strong&gt;,  Mud, Mushrooms, Nembutal, &lt;strong&gt;Nose Candy&lt;/strong&gt;, OC, OXY, Oxycotton, Percocet, &lt;strong&gt;Pineapple&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Pot&lt;/strong&gt;, Psilocybin, Psilocyn, Quaaludes, &lt;strong&gt;R2&lt;/strong&gt;, Reefer, Rhoids, Rib, Roach, Robo, Rock, &lt;strong&gt;Rocket Fuel&lt;/strong&gt;, Roll, Roofenol, &lt;strong&gt;Roofies&lt;/strong&gt;, Rope, &lt;strong&gt;Rophies&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ruffies&lt;/strong&gt;, Shrooms, Sinsemilla, Skag, &lt;strong&gt;Skittles&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Skunk&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Smack&lt;/strong&gt;, Smoke, Snow, &lt;strong&gt;Snowbirds&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Special K&lt;/strong&gt;, Sugar Cubes, Supergrass, Tabs, &lt;strong&gt;Triple C&lt;/strong&gt;, Trips, &lt;strong&gt;Tripstasy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tussin, &lt;strong&gt;Tweek&lt;/strong&gt;, Valium, Vicodin, &lt;strong&gt;Vitamin K&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Weed&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;White Crack&lt;/strong&gt;, White Cross, &lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;, Xanax, &lt;strong&gt;XTC&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Yaba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how creative druggies can be. haha mitsubishi double stack?? businessman's trip? georgia home boy? HAHA wowza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-111167892564807404?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/111167892564807404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=111167892564807404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111167892564807404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111167892564807404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-bored.html' title='i&apos;m bored'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-111090039408793410</id><published>2005-03-15T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:26:34.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before i forget.</title><content type='html'>if anyone tags 156.. i'll slap you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-111090039408793410?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/111090039408793410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=111090039408793410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111090039408793410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111090039408793410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/03/before-i-forget.html' title='before i forget.'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-111089953400179164</id><published>2005-03-15T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:12:14.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>check out our new home! complete with matching curtains</title><content type='html'>heee. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions to ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Are you very busy nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling carefree?&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you did which you knew was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;When do you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Have you been spending time with God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my vocab is like a 12cm x 12cm box&lt;br /&gt;cos i don't know what's 12 x 13 (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-111089953400179164?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/111089953400179164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=111089953400179164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111089953400179164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111089953400179164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/03/check-out-our-new-home-complete-with.html' title='check out our new home! complete with matching curtains'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-111008500159981459</id><published>2005-03-06T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T12:57:59.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a prayer</title><content type='html'>as of everything i desire from God, i desire love from and for God.&lt;br /&gt;it's never easy to maintain such a wonderful relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;it's cos of this world we live in that doesn't encourage the lifestyle i want.&lt;br /&gt;the lifestyle of God.&lt;br /&gt;24/7 worship and praise for God.&lt;br /&gt;God being at the centre of what we do.&lt;br /&gt;God being life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely pray for Your spirit,&lt;br /&gt;Your kind understanding,&lt;br /&gt;Your love.&lt;br /&gt;Love is being the most important of the three. Faith, Hope, Love.&lt;br /&gt;The time that we experience the hardest, is when we come to you the easiest.&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems too easy to call You Saviour&lt;br /&gt;Not close enough to call you God&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit and think of words I can mention&lt;br /&gt;To show my devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to fall in love with You.&lt;/em&gt; Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-111008500159981459?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/111008500159981459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=111008500159981459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111008500159981459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/111008500159981459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/03/prayer.html' title='a &lt;i&gt;prayer&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110908842906572087</id><published>2005-02-22T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T00:09:09.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>failure to comply(*)</title><content type='html'>the smell of blood is quite refreshing, even if it's your own. as in trickles down my face, i feel a sense of weakness, yet strength. strength to admit you are weak.&lt;br /&gt;as i washed the blood of my face in the basin, i looked up into the mirror and i saw myself staring at me. imperfection. well no one is perfect. but for me, im just beyond recognition. and as i walked out of the bathroom, the thought of "whyamiliving" came to me. i hate that thought. it's so complex with so many answers but you just don't know which is right. as i watched the tv, insurance just kept popping up again and again. "PREPARE NOW". the thought of the future came to me, i'm afraid of the future. i admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe i think too much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel to pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;as murphy said "the light at the end of the tunnel - is an oncoming train&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110908842906572087?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110908842906572087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110908842906572087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110908842906572087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110908842906572087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/02/failure-to-comply.html' title='failure to comply(*)'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110899441747677829</id><published>2005-02-21T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T23:25:05.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misery.//</title><content type='html'>i've decided to take my blogging to another step. what i type may not be pleasant to readers' understanding cos' there's no logic actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so stupid. i feel like changing my life once more again. just for the sake of me growing up.&lt;br /&gt;i have to say i didn't have much of a childhood, no causing mischief in public, or to teachers. i just sit on my chair in class and watch in content and smile to myself. i have no fun.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've too many obligations on my hands. and studies is the most concerning cos it affects everything i'm doing now too, including my relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;Should i just drop everything except God? i know that's what we're all supposed to do. 24-7 worship, 24-7 communication with Him. but in this world, full of humanly desires to be someone important to other humans. what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much anger and hate building in me. i just can't contain it. i could just blow up and get all you blood-thirsty people to lick my remains up. &lt;strong&gt;how do you like that huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kenneth wants to kill public enemy no. 1&lt;br /&gt;but then suicide will be an issue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110899441747677829?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110899441747677829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110899441747677829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110899441747677829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110899441747677829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/02/misery.html' title='misery.//'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110882384985367523</id><published>2005-02-20T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T22:40:15.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moody saturday day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ben phua&lt;/em&gt; left today.. managed to see him off at the airport.. we'll miss him. then &lt;em&gt;maurice, joseph, dean, claire, kaye and me&lt;/em&gt; just stoned for the airport... then we took the MRT back. im actually in no mood to blog. sympathize my dear friends. sympathize. i need to watch constantine. i dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i officially sold all my carnival tickets. (thanks angel, mel) &lt;strong&gt;I SOLD 4 OK&lt;/strong&gt;.. fine.. &lt;em&gt;angel&lt;/em&gt; sold 12.. &lt;em&gt;mel&lt;/em&gt; sold 4 too, it must be a MG thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do the math. yup. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;kenneth&lt;/em&gt;=&lt;strong&gt;useless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110882384985367523?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110882384985367523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110882384985367523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110882384985367523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110882384985367523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/02/moody-saturday-day.html' title='moody saturday day'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110873994432234682</id><published>2005-02-19T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T23:19:04.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy friday day</title><content type='html'>haha, i love the idea kate.. sounds COOL!!! &lt;strong&gt;happy friday day&lt;/strong&gt; everyone! im super glad is the weekend.. but super frustrated that monday will come SOON.. it's after me i tell you... it's after you too.. oh well. the stress is getting to me.. im getting to high... i have to make over 30 phone calls this weekend.. actually maybe over 40 if im unlucky.. why am i telling you all this? cos' kenneth has &lt;strong&gt;lost it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110873994432234682?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110873994432234682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110873994432234682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110873994432234682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110873994432234682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-friday-day.html' title='happy friday day'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110863656191283272</id><published>2005-02-18T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T18:41:18.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thought I ran into you down on the street, then it turned out to only be a dream. I made a point to burn all of the photographs, she went away and then I took a different path, I remember the face, But I can't recall the name, Now I wonder how &lt;u&gt;whatsername&lt;/u&gt; has been.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110863656191283272?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110863656191283272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110863656191283272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110863656191283272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110863656191283272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/02/too-bad_17.html' title='too bad.'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110837478790087558</id><published>2005-02-15T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T17:56:58.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th February...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" size ="16" color="#FF0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY V-DAY&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;em&gt;dearly beloved&lt;/em&gt; people.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110837478790087558?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110837478790087558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110837478790087558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110837478790087558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110837478790087558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/02/14th-february.html' title='14th February...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110804872986452100</id><published>2005-02-11T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:19:48.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I AM NOT&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BOBINA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110804872986452100?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110804872986452100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110804872986452100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110804872986452100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110804872986452100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/02/oi.html' title='OI!'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110796864456230607</id><published>2005-02-10T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T01:04:04.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid survey</title><content type='html'>I GOT THIS FROM ANGEL/TUBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;i. ken&lt;br /&gt;ii. kenneth&lt;br /&gt;iii. humfrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREENNAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;i. ken&lt;br /&gt;ii. kenneth&lt;br /&gt;iii. lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;i. i can be really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;ii. i have no confidence.&lt;br /&gt;iii. i dont study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;i. your&lt;br /&gt;ii. heri&lt;br /&gt;iii. tage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;i. watching animals being abused except mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;ii. scary things.&lt;br /&gt;iii. things that are scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;i. God&lt;br /&gt;ii. antibiotics&lt;br /&gt;iii. my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;NOW:&lt;br /&gt;i. specs&lt;br /&gt;ii. blue giordano shirt&lt;br /&gt;iii. converse shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE BANDS IN YOUR PLAYLIST&lt;br /&gt;i. green day&lt;br /&gt;ii. blink-182&lt;br /&gt;iii. rubberband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;at this second&lt;br /&gt;i. whatsername&lt;br /&gt;ii. (you'll have to wait for 3 mins 23 seconds later)&lt;br /&gt;iii. (the song after ii.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT 12&lt;br /&gt;MONTHS:&lt;br /&gt;i. study&lt;br /&gt;ii. divorce my wife and remain single XD HAHAHA CYN&lt;br /&gt;iii. get another wife HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIP (LOVE IS A&lt;br /&gt;GIVEN):&lt;br /&gt;i. not a guy&lt;br /&gt;ii. be a girl&lt;br /&gt;iii. and straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:&lt;br /&gt;i. kenneth is cool&lt;br /&gt;ii. kenneth is cool&lt;br /&gt;iii. kenneth is uncool  &lt;br /&gt;FIGURE WHICH IS WHICH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE&lt;br /&gt;OPPOSITE SEX THAT&lt;br /&gt;APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. the way they draw smiley faces (HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;ii. the way they drop the pen after drawing smiley faces&lt;br /&gt;iii. the way they they get a different coloured pen to draw more smiley faces&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS JUST A BIG JOKE COS I DONT KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;i. separate my wife&lt;br /&gt;ii. dress "cool"&lt;br /&gt;iii. get another wife (HAHAHAHHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;i. listening to my music.&lt;br /&gt;ii. sleeping&lt;br /&gt;iii. eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REAL&lt;br /&gt;BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;i. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;ii. dream&lt;br /&gt;iii. not wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU ARE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;i. professional stuntman&lt;br /&gt;ii. ichtyologist&lt;br /&gt;iii. man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON&lt;br /&gt;VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;i. ORLANDO DISNEY WORLD&lt;br /&gt;ii. HONGKONG DISNEY WORLD&lt;br /&gt;iii. TOKYO DISNEY WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KIDS NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;i. tubs&lt;br /&gt;ii. chubs&lt;br /&gt;iii. potty&lt;br /&gt;NOT BOBINA.. WORLD NO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;i. apply for me being embalmed&lt;br /&gt;ii. write my will&lt;br /&gt;iii. try not to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ NOW OR DIE&lt;br /&gt;PAINFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;i. katie my lou.&lt;br /&gt;ii. cyn&lt;br /&gt;iii. bobina&lt;br /&gt;i left it there for fun... cos i really cant think of anyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110796864456230607?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110796864456230607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110796864456230607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110796864456230607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110796864456230607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/02/stupid-survey.html' title='stupid survey'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110779035667386791</id><published>2005-02-08T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T23:32:36.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah</title><content type='html'>happy chinese new year peeps...&lt;br /&gt;be happy.. not sad and stressed like me..&lt;br /&gt;im stressed cos im not doing work..&lt;br /&gt;weird huh..&lt;br /&gt;im sick..&lt;br /&gt;doctor said i might have pneumonia..&lt;br /&gt;which means i have to get jabbed over and over again&lt;br /&gt;and i might die..&lt;br /&gt;better than dying cos of A math&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110779035667386791?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110779035667386791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110779035667386791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110779035667386791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110779035667386791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-yeah.html' title='oh yeah'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110561324815118908</id><published>2005-01-14T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T18:47:28.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes</title><content type='html'>yes i was 15 yesterday... whoopideedooda, i'm old, someone give me milk for my bones and prunes.. HAHAHAHA. random&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110561324815118908?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110561324815118908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110561324815118908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110561324815118908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110561324815118908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/01/yes.html' title='yes'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110545455537890970</id><published>2005-01-12T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T22:42:35.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>i'm growing old, soon, i'll be 16 doing my 'o's... then 17... hopefully in JC, being treated like a real adult.. paying adult concession fares with my ezlink.. then 19... in NS doing intense physical exercises and stuff... then 20, no longer a teenager.. no more children's day, youth day... i'm just not ready for the future.. i feel like i could have done more in the past.. i wasted so much time.. most probably sleeping.. i need to wake up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110545455537890970?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110545455537890970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110545455537890970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110545455537890970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110545455537890970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2005/01/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110296829301994761</id><published>2004-12-14T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T04:04:53.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updating</title><content type='html'>haha, it's been long.. haha&lt;br /&gt;yay! i'm happy that i'm going for camp this friday!!! "Standing firm in the Lord" is that what it's called? haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i enjoyed youth mega camp a lot! i owe a lot to jon ong my GL, haha, i felt quite ineffective as an AGL.. but i guess everyone in my group contributed something to make my group closer! ESPECIALLY GOD! so fun! but the best part! is that i could hear words and feelings just went through me from God! it's cool... i love that feeling.. yes I loooove God.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank Him so much for everything's that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it's 4 am in the morning.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for&lt;br /&gt;the missions team in Cambodia and Thailand!&lt;br /&gt;the carollers from brmc! [BENG! YOU'RE DOING A GREAT JOB :D (Don't think you'll ever see this though)]&lt;br /&gt;thanks lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110296829301994761?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110296829301994761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110296829301994761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110296829301994761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110296829301994761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/12/updating.html' title='updating'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110166146702606643</id><published>2004-11-29T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T01:04:27.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>i'm back after a while.. it's been a tiring holiday so far.. yeah, just got some letter informing me ive qualified to apply for a merit bursary but i can't.. haha, darn no money! oh well..  i need money man.. xmas is coming.. and i have no idea wad to buy for anyone.. haha, so sleepy... how much have i been talking to God? quite a lot actually...been thanking Him for a lot of things.. i've been praying for carolling, camp and missions.. i hope all is well! we will know of His plans soon! and i'm sure He will provide and touch people's hearts and feel His presence within them like i did last yr! Love ya God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110166146702606643?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110166146702606643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110166146702606643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110166146702606643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110166146702606643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/11/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110058202805153317</id><published>2004-11-17T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T13:13:48.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P5hng Me A*wy</title><content type='html'>I've lied to you&lt;br /&gt;This is the last smile that I'll fake for the sake of being with you&lt;br /&gt;Everything falls apart even&lt;br /&gt;Even the people who never frown eventually break down&lt;br /&gt;Everything has to end&lt;br /&gt;You'll soon find we're out of time left to watch it all unwind&lt;br /&gt;The sake of being with you&lt;br /&gt;Everything falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Even the people who never frown eventually break down&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifice is never knowing&lt;br /&gt;Why I stay&lt;br /&gt;When you just push away&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you see&lt;br /&gt;You're still so blind to me&lt;br /&gt;I've tried, like you, to do everything you wanted to&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time&lt;br /&gt;That I'll take the blame for the sake of being with you&lt;br /&gt;Everything falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Even the people who never frown eventually break down&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifice of hiding in a lie&lt;br /&gt;Everything has to end&lt;br /&gt;You'll soon find we're out of time left to watch it all unwind&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifice is never knowing&lt;br /&gt;Reverse psychology is failing miserably&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to be left all alone&lt;br /&gt;Telling you is the only chance for me&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left but to turn and face you&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes there's nothing there to see&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but my own mistakes staring back at me&lt;br /&gt;Asking why&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifice of hiding in a lie&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifice is never knowing&lt;br /&gt;Why I stay&lt;br /&gt;When you just push away&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you see&lt;br /&gt;You're still so blind to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110058202805153317?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110058202805153317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110058202805153317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110058202805153317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110058202805153317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/11/p5hng-me-awy.html' title='P5hng Me A*wy'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110028003887618960</id><published>2004-11-13T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T01:20:38.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where am i?</title><content type='html'>to person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do i stand?&lt;br /&gt;am i loved?&lt;br /&gt;do you care?&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;tell me the truth...&lt;br /&gt;what did i do to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't outgoing enough is that it?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not being a jerk is it?&lt;br /&gt;what am i supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;how do i live through this?&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how much hurt i've taken and i'm still here standing&lt;br /&gt;i've not let go yet&lt;br /&gt;but you're tempting me to...&lt;br /&gt;when will you ever learn...&lt;br /&gt;that it's better to tell the truth and hurt someone&lt;br /&gt;than lying and hurting me even further when i find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110028003887618960?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110028003887618960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110028003887618960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110028003887618960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110028003887618960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/11/where-am-i.html' title='where am i?'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110018445021718374</id><published>2004-11-12T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T22:47:30.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tribute II</title><content type='html'>Our Lord in heaven! Hallowed be Your most wonderful name!&lt;br /&gt;Thank You again for everything You have done for me!&lt;br /&gt;Great are Your works and Your ways!&lt;br /&gt;The way You work into others...&lt;br /&gt;The way You make them grow closer towards You&lt;br /&gt;The way You make them cherish their relationships with You&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder about myself&lt;br /&gt;How about me?&lt;br /&gt;When is it my turn to feel Your presence again within my heart?&lt;br /&gt;When?&lt;br /&gt;When will some of my troubles be over?&lt;br /&gt;When will I be happy?&lt;br /&gt;But I know one day it'll happen&lt;br /&gt;I just got to wait&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient&lt;br /&gt;God's love is really patient&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110018445021718374?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110018445021718374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110018445021718374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110018445021718374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110018445021718374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/11/tribute-ii.html' title='tribute II'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-110006763243086001</id><published>2004-11-11T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T14:20:32.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're all to blame</title><content type='html'>Take everything left from me&lt;br /&gt;All!&lt;br /&gt;To!&lt;br /&gt;Blame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we still succeed, taking what we don't need?&lt;br /&gt;Telling lies, alibis, selling all the hate that we breed.&lt;br /&gt;Supersize our tragedies! You can't define me or justify greed&lt;br /&gt;Bought in the land of the free! Land! Free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're all to blame,&lt;br /&gt;We've gone too far,&lt;br /&gt;From pride to shame,&lt;br /&gt;We're trying so hard,&lt;br /&gt;We're dying in vain,&lt;br /&gt;We're hopelessly blissful and blind&lt;br /&gt;To all we are,&lt;br /&gt;We want it all with no sacrifice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize we spend our lives living in a culture of fear.&lt;br /&gt;Stand to salute; say thanks to the man of the year.&lt;br /&gt;How did we all come to this? You can't define me or justify greed&lt;br /&gt;This greed that we just can't resist! Resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, what have we done? We don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I can't allow what has begun to tear me down,&lt;br /&gt;Believe me now, we have no choice left with our &lt;br /&gt;Backs against the wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're all to blame,&lt;br /&gt;We've gone too far,&lt;br /&gt;From pride to shame,&lt;br /&gt;We're hopelessly blissful and blind&lt;br /&gt;When all we need&lt;br /&gt;Is something true&lt;br /&gt;To believe,&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, everyone,&lt;br /&gt;We will fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're all to blame&lt;br /&gt;We've gone too far,&lt;br /&gt;From pride to shame,&lt;br /&gt;We're trying so hard,&lt;br /&gt;We're dying in vain,&lt;br /&gt;We want it all,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, don't we all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-110006763243086001?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/110006763243086001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=110006763243086001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110006763243086001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/110006763243086001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/11/were-all-to-blame.html' title='we&apos;re all to blame'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-109999722527297265</id><published>2004-11-10T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T18:47:20.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so stupid, cos im so stupid</title><content type='html'>yes i am stupid to all of you... I ADMIT ALRIGHT. don't have to stop treating me like one idiot! i sometimes wish that i wouldn't know things to hurt me all the time.. or find out things that i wish didn't happen.. MY LIFE IS SCREWED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-109999722527297265?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/109999722527297265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=109999722527297265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109999722527297265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109999722527297265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-so-stupid-cos-im-so-stupid.html' title='this is so stupid, cos im so stupid'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-109983925105877713</id><published>2004-11-08T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:54:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>identity</title><content type='html'>i can't write how was my day, week, or what so ever. it's too painful thinking about it. i keep running, but i keep choking. when i try running back, i get hurt even more. it seems as things are getting better without me around. it seems like that. like i was meant to sacrifice my presence. so that others will be more happy. i'm happy that they're happy. but i wonder when i'll ever be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-109983925105877713?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/109983925105877713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=109983925105877713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109983925105877713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109983925105877713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/11/identity.html' title='identity'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-109940820981793093</id><published>2004-11-03T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:10:32.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>i'm back after a while... was at camp... so tired!!!! what's wrong with me?! i've been sleeping so much lately... like 30 hours the past 48 hours?? madness... haha&lt;br /&gt;it's the holidays! AND IT'S SO BORING!!!!! all i have been doing is lying in my bed... sleeping my ol' sad life away... oh well, hopefully things would get better... i'm gonna take a x-ray tomorrow, and the wire from my braces is pierced into the back of my mouth... it's like stuck, i have to get it cut soon... haha, i really dunno what to type, cos i'm real tired... bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-109940820981793093?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/109940820981793093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=109940820981793093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109940820981793093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109940820981793093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-109889116520190613</id><published>2004-10-28T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T23:32:45.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to God!</title><content type='html'>I wanna take this time to thank God for all He has helped me and guided me.&lt;br /&gt;Even though i may not be happy most of the time, i guess it's cos He wants me to learn valuable lessons, or to experience failure so that i can manage it in the future... I believe, without God, i would have lost faith even in myself... which i also believe, is important. so i thank God and i love God ever so much! and i really dedicate all my achievements to him. and all my sorrows to Him, as He will make them disappear! we can never lose the wonder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-109889116520190613?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/109889116520190613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=109889116520190613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109889116520190613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109889116520190613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/10/thanks-to-god.html' title='Thanks to God!'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-109879883031523384</id><published>2004-10-27T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T21:53:50.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 posts in a row ok!!</title><content type='html'>haloo!! &lt;font color="FF0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Teri!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! i'm an on a roll!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did the same relieving teachers thing again today... i should get paid instead of CIP hours.. hahaha, so fun, i got to teach some of them math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i heard so of my friends got into triple science!!! wow, congrats to all and shows i'm the dumbest of friends.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to find out what to choose for my subject combination... but yeah since i did all my exams and everything already... i'm not worried i guess, cos i'm leaving it to God to make me walk His path for me! yup! so i thank Him whatever i'm going to do!!! kk, byebye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-109879883031523384?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/109879883031523384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=109879883031523384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109879883031523384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109879883031523384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/10/8-posts-in-row-ok.html' title='8 posts in a row ok!!'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-109871917748934819</id><published>2004-10-26T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:46:17.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha.. the good ol' days</title><content type='html'>Today i helped relieve classes, in my dear brother school anglo-chinese school (primary)! haha, cos most of the teachers went for the excursion with the P6s... So yup, i get to step in as teacher and make them call me sir!! haha, first i went to 4E... MY GOSH, their work seemed to have stepped up a knotch in difficulty... haha, then to 5B, then to 4A/B... haha, they're all so funny and lame!!! hahaha, the monitor was like, "KNOCK KNOCK" the students replied "WHO'S THERE?", "SHUT UP", "SHUT UP WHO?", "SHUT UP LA U!".. hahahaha, then i went to the 1A!!! My gosh, they're all so small.. i can't believe i was like them before! small and mischevious... then they go "i wanna be like you! big tall teacher!" hahaha, so cute man... well i have to do this tomorrow again... CIP hours!!! i wish i could be paid instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall go off now.. need to dominate on someones birthday.. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-109871917748934819?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/109871917748934819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=109871917748934819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109871917748934819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109871917748934819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/10/haha-good-ol-days.html' title='Haha.. the good ol&apos; days'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-109862022786786670</id><published>2004-10-25T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T20:17:07.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone...</title><content type='html'>i just wasted my time today... nothing was right, felt further away than before... shall i continue? or shall i stop... shall i stop hurting others? i dont really care about myself anymore... i just wish, that no one bothers anymore... i'm really tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-109862022786786670?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/109862022786786670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=109862022786786670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109862022786786670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109862022786786670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/10/gone.html' title='gone...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-109853992485485266</id><published>2004-10-24T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T21:58:44.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#0000FF"&gt;have you ever really thought about the dreams you have when you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wondered what they mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you actually remember what happened in the dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wonder why you would have such a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about nightmares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you differentiate dreams to nightmares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do nightmares have to be something you're afraid of to happen or sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you differentiate dreams to reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it because you think reality is, well, real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or are dreams happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and reality sad?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;anyway... i almost won $50 thrice.. so stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to bowl a certain amount of pinfalls on certain frames during games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and games cost money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like sacrificing to get rewards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just that sometimes you don't really get what you want after sacrificing for so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all i have to do... is to keep trying, cos the reward is worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the cash... but the glory of achieving something you wanted to do... yup&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-109853992485485266?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/109853992485485266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=109853992485485266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109853992485485266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109853992485485266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/10/dreams.html' title='.dreams.'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-109842861690564809</id><published>2004-10-23T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T15:22:50.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGH D-DAY.. THE RESULTS</title><content type='html'>here are my results..&lt;table border="2" tablecolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;SUBJECT&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;MARK&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Art and Craft&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;57/100&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Design and Technology&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;83/100&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;English Language&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;68/100&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;English Literature&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;56/100&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;General Science&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;88/100&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Geography&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;74/100&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;History&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;62/100&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mathematics&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;56/100&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this so totally sucks.. so my average is 68... history may be unaccurate due to different percentages of different sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, besides school and work, &lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;happy birthday debbie&lt;/font&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life totally sucks and is totally unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does everything and maybe everyone be against me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like i just have to pray... yep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-109842861690564809?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/109842861690564809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=109842861690564809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109842861690564809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109842861690564809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/10/sigh-d-day-results.html' title='SIGH D-DAY.. THE RESULTS'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-109836972325959004</id><published>2004-10-22T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T22:42:32.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on a roll:::</title><content type='html'>hah! my fourth consecutive entry for the past 4 days! i bet you all thought that i couldn't do it! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-DAY is tomorrow, people wish me luck alright? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had no school to attend to (: haha, i woke up at about 10 am, it was raining so much, my friends planned to go out... yeah, so i tagged along, i felt so extra 'cos i was the only sec 2 guy, the rest were sec 3! ah, but they're cool.. haha, we went to orchard, but i didn't really feel like eating lunch.. met at wisma atria... it was kinda boring at orchard, so we planned to go to toapayoh CC and play badminton! haha, that was fun.. yet tiring.. haven't done much exercise since 1942 man... ok random.. enough about today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt like your close friend, isn't really your close friend?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know man... i'll probably talk about this tomorrow.. create suspense.. signing off, God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-109836972325959004?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/109836972325959004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=109836972325959004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109836972325959004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109836972325959004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/10/on-roll.html' title='on a roll:::'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-109828717008268640</id><published>2004-10-21T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T23:46:10.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-exams life</title><content type='html'>It was another boring day in school.. man, i don't think i can keep up with this any longer.. haha, at least tomorrow there's no school for me (: whee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results for my exam scripts are coming out on friday... i'm actually quite worried and anxious on how i did... i really want to get the combination i want to... which is the 'A' band. but for the Sec 3 '05 batch, there are ONLY going to be 3 'A' band classes (8-subjects)!!! how??? and 3 'B' band classes (7/8 subjects).. and i don't wanna think about the rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've decided what humanities combination i would do... SS/HI elective and GE core... don't think i shall take principles of accounts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i would like to congratulate people for doing well in their papers who got it back already! GREAT JOB PEEPS!&lt;br /&gt;and for those who don't think they did so well, cheer up!!! i'm sure you guys did your best! and spend time carefully thinking about your combination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have nothing else to type... oh, i have a camp to attend... sigh, RUINED ALL MY PLANS! but oh well, we gotta keep the ball rolling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THANKS PEOPLE FOR ACTUALLY COMING TO MY BLOG, you guys have become cool... hahaha, have a blessed holiday ahead! God bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-109828717008268640?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/109828717008268640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=109828717008268640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109828717008268640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109828717008268640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/10/post-exams-life.html' title='post-exams life'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-109817659915766686</id><published>2004-10-20T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T17:03:19.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a:new:beginning:from:an:old:ending</title><content type='html'>endings are not neccessarily meant to be happy, nor meant to be sad. but beginnings are different.&lt;br /&gt;they are great!&lt;br /&gt;great?&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;well, a new beginning is a fresh start, where you can start anew, forget the past, ignore the future, but concentrate on the present.&lt;br /&gt;i've learned to do whatever it takes now to make me happy, others happy only while it makes God (: happy!&lt;br /&gt;i would like to REALLY thank a few people, for caring, yup.. you guys know who you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-109817659915766686?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/109817659915766686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=109817659915766686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109817659915766686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109817659915766686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/10/anewbeginningfromanoldending.html' title='a:new:beginning:from:an:old:ending'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771856.post-109810610097781433</id><published>2004-10-19T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T23:19:02.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME!</title><content type='html'>haha, this is my first time i'm having a blog, look forward to ACTUAL entries ok! i would like to shout out to ALYSSA! great job gal! thanks!!! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771856-109810610097781433?l=pressaltf4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/feeds/109810610097781433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8771856&amp;postID=109810610097781433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109810610097781433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771856/posts/default/109810610097781433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressaltf4.blogspot.com/2004/10/welcome.html' title='WELCOME!'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405517885995250096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
