<?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-5855459732527691915</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:54:18.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is The Love?</title><subtitle type='html'>=="</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-977297059273051803</id><published>2009-07-06T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:10:41.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;COME BACK AFTER SPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-977297059273051803?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/977297059273051803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=977297059273051803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/977297059273051803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/977297059273051803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2009/07/dead.html' title='DEAD'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-3010128975086932522</id><published>2009-06-07T23:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:56:09.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sexy 17 Birthday~ =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/Sivd_VarC5I/AAAAAAAAADw/w3rP6rOW830/s1600-h/1_711785008l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/Sivd_VarC5I/AAAAAAAAADw/w3rP6rOW830/s320/1_711785008l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344609462955740050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAGDALENE TAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone become more sexy liaw wor~~ xP&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALVIN CHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant find ur pic.. so i uploaded this... =] He's the man! Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rnlikvuqpW4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rnlikvuqpW4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-3010128975086932522?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/3010128975086932522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=3010128975086932522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/3010128975086932522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/3010128975086932522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-sexy-17-birthday.html' title='Happy Sexy 17 Birthday~ =D'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/Sivd_VarC5I/AAAAAAAAADw/w3rP6rOW830/s72-c/1_711785008l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-985396988828128224</id><published>2009-03-31T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:06:13.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post. =[</title><content type='html'>Umm.. errrr.. hmmm... I don't know what to say but.. yeah.... tonight's gonna be the last day I'm gonna come online again.. =[ Its not that I don't want to but its the problem that I cant... zzz. Dad  is gonna "cut" off my streamyx tomorrow.. =\ I don't know how could I live without INTERNET!~ OH GAWD!!. aiz.. So I'll probably come online when I go somewhere that has Wi-Fi connection... So yeah. Gonna miss u all so much! Good bye~! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-985396988828128224?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/985396988828128224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=985396988828128224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/985396988828128224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/985396988828128224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-post.html' title='Last Post. =['/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-1129290656297915445</id><published>2009-03-24T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:13:16.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday.</title><content type='html'>Today's my birthday~~~ YAY!.. lol.. ummm... had many ppl walking up to me n wish me happy birthday. lol.. so paiseh~ xP din really get any present this year probably coz i'm "big" boy already?.. hahaha~ anyway i think the most precious thing i had for my birthday is that ppl still remember my birthday n all those wishes they gave to me.. money cant buy all these stuff u noe? so thank you all very much~ haha.. n for my mum.. thanx for EVERYTHING! =] i noe recently i always quarrel with you even at times that i shouldnt have quarrel with u.. i noe its very hard for u... n i noe i made u cry.. despite of all of these, u still forgave me like nothing had happened... i juz wanna say i'm so sorry mum... n thanx for forgiving me... thanx! I LOVE YOU MUM! =] another thing.. thanx dad, i noe its hard for u at this time too.. n i'll promise u i'll study hard! =] Anyway, thanx to all of those ppl who r around me, those who cared bout me, n those who hated me?. haha~ all of u juz make my day brighter! x]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-1129290656297915445?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/1129290656297915445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=1129290656297915445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/1129290656297915445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/1129290656297915445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-6365615593481866787</id><published>2009-03-22T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:07:49.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another saturday.</title><content type='html'>Today, I spent my whole day doing the freaking english oral presentation. I sat at the same place from 9am till 5:30pm... zzz.. my buttache! Then, my friend asked me go for movies n dinner.. So i went. =] and it was fun.. had fish n chips.. hehe~ We watched Taken. The movie was like... WOW! so damn cool... the action is soooooooooooooo freakin cool.... two thumbs up fo it.. haha! Should go watch it. =] Anyway, it is late now, and my mind is so blur right now cant think of anything to write so.... Goodnite! By the way, special thanks for the 2 of my friends who came! They spend their time with us rather than study their Law. lol.. And i'm glad that u 2 came..^^ Thank you very much~! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-6365615593481866787?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/6365615593481866787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=6365615593481866787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/6365615593481866787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/6365615593481866787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-saturday.html' title='Another saturday.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-5261338944496237116</id><published>2009-03-15T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:51:31.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday boredom</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating my blog always. I'm not like every bloggers out there who frequently update their blog. I'm the lazy kind of blogger.. =X thats y i din update it frequently.. lol... anyway it's 0123 now, n i cant really sleep.. dun noe y though... so i decided to write this post while listening to channel V. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. my exams had juz finished on friday.. overall i think i probably b half dead in this term... have to try harder next time... haih.. study makes me.. X.X I've been busy for few weeks because of study.. but when it comes to holiday, instead of feeling more relax and relief, i feel the opposite way.. felt bored.. like there's nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing much yesterday... woke up, had lunch, sleep, had dinner.. n untill today, i cant think of even a single interesting thing i did yesterday.. this is stupid.. =/ anyway.. i better go sleep b4 i drown myself in misery... bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-5261338944496237116?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/5261338944496237116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=5261338944496237116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/5261338944496237116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/5261338944496237116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-boredom.html' title='Saturday boredom'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-5362238203990666500</id><published>2009-02-01T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:26:08.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before school.</title><content type='html'>Someone requested me to update my blog again.. i wonder y i always need request to update my blog.. haih... very disappointed with myself.. =P Anyway... Chinese New Year had juz passed.. well almost.. haha... n my 1 week holiday had finished.. =( Anyway, had good times n bad times during this 1 week Chinese New Year break.. bad times was felling down from the bus we rent for visiting.. kinda embarass myself in front of my friends but.. nah~~... lol~ n good times were... drink a lot, gamble a lot, n laugh damn lots! xD Kinda like the good times... gonna miss it..=( ANYWAY~~~~ good night bloggy~~ xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-5362238203990666500?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/5362238203990666500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=5362238203990666500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/5362238203990666500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/5362238203990666500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-before-school.html' title='The day before school.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-1498569048287102440</id><published>2009-01-11T21:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:13:19.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water~ lots n lots of water! xDD</title><content type='html'>After my tuition, i went to check if there's school tomorrow... so my mum drive me to the road which we use to go to school... n it was like.. ZOMG! *here's some pictures to show u*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SWn3QTPgtgI/AAAAAAAAADI/OQALiuw9OQQ/s1600-h/Image0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SWn3QTPgtgI/AAAAAAAAADI/OQALiuw9OQQ/s320/Image0283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290031096738657794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u probably see the reflection of the street lights on the road&lt;br /&gt;n the water starts from the place where i'm standing to who&lt;br /&gt;noe's where.. lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SWn3Qon5fLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aA_0ziV1VOc/s1600-h/Image0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SWn3Qon5fLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aA_0ziV1VOc/s320/Image0284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290031102478089394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this shows there's water on the road... *that is not me,&lt;br /&gt;juz some random guy* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SWn3RLl-SMI/AAAAAAAAADY/AdFPy95jNgE/s1600-h/Image0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SWn3RLl-SMI/AAAAAAAAADY/AdFPy95jNgE/s320/Image0285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290031111865256130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture shows how many ppl were there doing wad i did... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SWn3RLl-SMI/AAAAAAAAADY/AdFPy95jNgE/s1600-h/Image0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This happen 2 years ago tho.. the results was devastated.. =( Anyway, still dun noe whether there's school tomorrow o not... gonna check again tomorrow morning~~ lol~ Off to bed now~ peace~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-1498569048287102440?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/1498569048287102440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=1498569048287102440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/1498569048287102440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/1498569048287102440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2009/01/water-lots-n-lots-of-water-xdd.html' title='Water~ lots n lots of water! xDD'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SWn3QTPgtgI/AAAAAAAAADI/OQALiuw9OQQ/s72-c/Image0283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-1247169164036756172</id><published>2009-01-11T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:13:43.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy day..</title><content type='html'>It has been raining for almost 2 days now... NON-STOP! lol~ probably those low land area will b flooded... =( but luckily my house is situated on some higher land.. lol~ heard that my school is flooded.. =O mayb there's no school tomorrow.. haha! sad thing tho... coz there gonna b replacement if tomorrow no school.. =( thats y apart of me hoping my school flooded but another part of me juz hoping it wont get flooded... coz if no school i can wake up late.. =PP but if no school there's gonna b replacement on probably some random saturday which means i cant wake up late on saturday.. lol.. geeezz.. this juz shows that i love to sleep so much.. lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw yesterday was my friend's birthday~ HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY Angelina! ^^ n when with friends for movie n shopping.. lol~ saw some shirt n jeans i wan.. but its damn expensive! =( but gonna buy it anyway &gt;=)... haha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-1247169164036756172?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/1247169164036756172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=1247169164036756172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/1247169164036756172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/1247169164036756172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2009/01/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy day..'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-6717799556216177591</id><published>2009-01-05T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:39:17.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day in school!</title><content type='html'>Well.. i got up early this morning.. cant sleep well i guess.. x.x Got to school earlier than usual coz scared traffic jam because of 1st day of school... I arrive at school around 6:30 am n there's a thing that i always do on the 1st day of school which is looking around for my teacher.. who always catch my hair.. zzzz.. stupid stupid! =PP but luckily today the course was clear... lol! den im so happy... *for a while only actually* den i saw him comin into our class to check our hair after recess.. zzz... my happiness only last for like 5 periods.. zzz.. damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And juz noe that almost all of my guys friend got gf during this holiday.. dang~ they juz dun stay single for long.. haha.. so we talked bout girls n their gf during class.. hehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my school, i got home n cut my hair myself... zzz juz trim a bit.. haha.. n yeah.. did mah homeworks! 1st time i did add maths on my own!!! ZOMG! so proud of myself.. lol~ anyway... i'm kinda tired now so peace~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-6717799556216177591?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/6717799556216177591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=6717799556216177591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/6717799556216177591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/6717799556216177591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-day-in-school.html' title='1st day in school!'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-6848905362755051018</id><published>2009-01-02T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:21:07.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MACD + KFC !</title><content type='html'>Went out to9 with some friends which i juz knew for movie.. lol... they're kinda fun n pretty too.. lol.. the movie was... errrr..... idk how to explain.. kinda good n yet i dun really get it.. lol! n we went for macD after the movie.. n i made a mistake for making my friend go crazay with maths.. lol! after that i went home.. n my bro was like "i wanna eat something, i'm so hungry" so i ask my mum drive us to kfc n i bought kfc for them.. since i cant resist the cheesy wedges so i bought some for myself too! haha.. n this means i ate kfc right after macD.. haha! but overall... i had a lot of fun to9.. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-6848905362755051018?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/6848905362755051018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=6848905362755051018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/6848905362755051018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/6848905362755051018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2009/01/macd-kfc.html' title='MACD + KFC !'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-6773936820405668180</id><published>2008-12-30T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:32:50.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30th</title><content type='html'>wow.. in a blink of an eye, the year 2008 is reaching to the end of its life... n 2009 is coming! tomoro will b the last day of year 2008.. within this year i learned many things from life.. things that could help me with my life n stuff.. i met many new friends too!! i had my best n worst time in this short year.. the best happened to me n the worst(yet..) happened to me in this short period of time... i hope that 2009 is better for me tho.. ^^ btw probably tomoro i'll go hang out n countdown with some friends.. hope that it will b fun~ anyway. peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-6773936820405668180?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/6773936820405668180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=6773936820405668180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/6773936820405668180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/6773936820405668180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/12/30th.html' title='30th'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-7520170883610968002</id><published>2008-12-27T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:02:12.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 27th</title><content type='html'>Well someone requested me to update my blog more often so i did. And its been ages since i logged in here... was too lazy to do anything bout it... haha.. i've been damn busy this holiday... and someone once told me that "painting paints my life..." because i paint my aunt house for like almost 2 months now.. and it sux so much! GAH! i would fall very sick if i see paint again..... for now... o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my dad's birthday.. i did send him a HAPPY BIRTHDAY msg earlier that morning.. so yeah.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY again..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day before yesterday was CHRISTMAS! Its more like lonely christmas to me.. =( but i went out with couple of friends at night... spent around 40 bucks but its worth it.. xPP we went to movie.. but its the worst movie ever *for me n my friends*.. spent 10 bucks on a stupid movie on Christmas night somemore... ==" so we watched half way n went out.. went to a cafe n ate some snacks *french fries n chicken wing* with some juices.. n so we chatted n laughed so loud.. xPP n out of the sudden we chat bout something so hillarious n we laughed like theres no tomorrow.. haha.. the video below is wad we talking bout... LMAO! enjoy n laugh! xPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TnH2pgtt7_I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TnH2pgtt7_I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-7520170883610968002?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/7520170883610968002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=7520170883610968002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/7520170883610968002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/7520170883610968002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/12/27th.html' title='the 27th'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-150914483135553408</id><published>2008-11-02T18:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:53:24.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated!</title><content type='html'>LMAO! shiat! totally forgot to blog! m too bz to blog too.. hahaz... hmm holiday is around the corner... dun noe wad should i do... i guess i'll study hard to make up for my whole year of fails in some subjects.. hahaz.. n i'm trying to create my own maple server! hehe.. which means i'm gonna host a private server soon.. woots! hopefully i succeed in my attempt.. =) i learn lots of stuff bout networking while doin it... haha.. a good experience i guess... btw.. gonna go vacation with friends soon!! woooo~~ go damai n hav fun! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY MARILYN! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-150914483135553408?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/150914483135553408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=150914483135553408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/150914483135553408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/150914483135553408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/11/updated.html' title='Updated!'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-4041164456648815784</id><published>2008-10-23T18:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:33:50.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unidentified cut.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when i was sleeping.. i dreamt bout something but i forgot wad it is... its not important anyway... so lets carry on.. i was sleeping, sleeping, row here row there maybe... n when i woke up i saw this! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SQBO5mim9CI/AAAAAAAAACw/cKdRPJlRkPM/s1600-h/Image0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SQBQXReklKI/AAAAAAAAADA/zYF5tbbLAz4/s1600-h/Image0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SQBQXReklKI/AAAAAAAAADA/zYF5tbbLAz4/s320/Image0204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260292725527581858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unidentified cut... :O&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SQBO5mim9CI/AAAAAAAAACw/cKdRPJlRkPM/s1600-h/Image0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not trying to be emo okay! haha.. And this cut made me thought for almost the whole day... How it got there?? And some lame thought came across my mind... it goes like this "Someone got into my house and assigned for assasination of me, but unfortunately she or he fail to assasinate me." &gt;:) mayb its cause i'm too cute when i was sleeping?? xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-4041164456648815784?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/4041164456648815784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=4041164456648815784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/4041164456648815784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/4041164456648815784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/10/unidentified-cut.html' title='Unidentified cut.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SQBQXReklKI/AAAAAAAAADA/zYF5tbbLAz4/s72-c/Image0204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-8913534093440416541</id><published>2008-10-21T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:31:32.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think my nerve snaped..&lt;br /&gt;Out of the sudden I love BIOLOGY!!&lt;br /&gt;AMAGAD!&lt;br /&gt;I think its a sign that tells me I'm destine to be a surgeon or doctor~~&lt;br /&gt;I think this is connected with the operation of "Mr. Grapes" *-*&lt;br /&gt;So happy!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-8913534093440416541?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/8913534093440416541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=8913534093440416541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/8913534093440416541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/8913534093440416541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/10/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-4539787484210638996</id><published>2008-10-12T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:24:15.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To our late Mr. Grapes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R.I.P Mr Grapes...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the knowledge u gave us..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much~&lt;br /&gt;And if we did hurt u while you are still unconscious because of the chloroform,&lt;br /&gt;We are very sorry...&lt;br /&gt;And for your information,&lt;br /&gt;You're my favourite frog~&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-4539787484210638996?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/4539787484210638996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=4539787484210638996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/4539787484210638996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/4539787484210638996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/10/rip-mr-grapes.html' title='To our late Mr. Grapes.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-1529209346565203512</id><published>2008-10-05T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:28:00.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day of Hari Raya 1 week break...</title><content type='html'>T.T.. schools gonna start... gonna miss my sleeping days.. =( gonna miss u all who played Akaims... T.T thats all i guess... getting lazier n lazier to blog nowadays... haha xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-1529209346565203512?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/1529209346565203512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=1529209346565203512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/1529209346565203512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/1529209346565203512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-day-of-hari-raya-1-week-break.html' title='The last day of Hari Raya 1 week break...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-1905725785235280070</id><published>2008-09-28T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:48:47.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird day.</title><content type='html'>Wad a weird day it is... today i ate 4 eggs.. zzz... somehow i suddenly like fried eggs... 1 after 1 i ate... damn good... haha... 1 of those weird days where i do weird things.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-1905725785235280070?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/1905725785235280070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=1905725785235280070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/1905725785235280070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/1905725785235280070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird-day.html' title='Weird day.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-7058021144485602990</id><published>2008-09-28T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:53:45.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last breath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every day,&lt;br /&gt;with every breath i draw,&lt;br /&gt;i am closer to the end of my life.&lt;br /&gt;For we are born with a finite number of breaths,&lt;br /&gt;and each one i take edges the sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;that is my life towards the inevitable dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-7058021144485602990?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/7058021144485602990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=7058021144485602990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/7058021144485602990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/7058021144485602990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/09/ggghhgh.html' title='One last breath.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-5587777238696755205</id><published>2008-09-21T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:58:33.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spend almost the whole day doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired.&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-5587777238696755205?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/5587777238696755205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=5587777238696755205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/5587777238696755205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/5587777238696755205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-5348498955214894531</id><published>2008-09-19T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:38:36.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my blog. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 1 Month Old Birthday! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanx dedicated for a friend of mine, Andrea Lau.&lt;br /&gt;She taught me something important. =)&lt;br /&gt;If it was'nt for her i wont have this blog.&lt;br /&gt; Thanx a bunch~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, lazy blog bout the dinner. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-5348498955214894531?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/5348498955214894531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=5348498955214894531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/5348498955214894531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/5348498955214894531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-to-my-blog-d.html' title='Happy Birthday to my blog. =D'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-8087409254240250987</id><published>2008-09-15T17:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:07:21.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month anniversary.</title><content type='html'>Today is the 1 month anniversary of the breaking up of my relationship. Nothing good to celebrate huh? lol.. its been so long since we talked... I tend to forget ur sweet voice.. ur laughter.. the way u scolded me... hmmm.. n yet i still miss u... sometime wondering what have u been up to? Wondering how r u every single day... Oh well... I guess I just have to silently hope that u r fine everyday... thats all... my blog's 1 month b'day oso comin soon.. Yay? haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-8087409254240250987?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/8087409254240250987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=8087409254240250987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/8087409254240250987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/8087409254240250987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-month-anniversary.html' title='1 month anniversary.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-6862278652759162533</id><published>2008-09-12T23:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:06:14.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For all of u out there.</title><content type='html'>I've read a book entitled 'Follow Your Heart' by Andrew Matthews few nights ago. It taught me a lot of stuff on finding purpose in my life. There's a chapter about attachment to lovers which i find interesting. Hehe... It says "loving people means giving them the freedom to be who they choose to be and where they choose to be. Love is allowing people to be in your life out of choice. To have something or someone, you let go." This is what i wanna share to all of u.. and there is more to this book... maybe will post it sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-6862278652759162533?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/6862278652759162533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=6862278652759162533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/6862278652759162533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/6862278652759162533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-all-of-u-out-there.html' title='For all of u out there.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-7626216870385019028</id><published>2008-09-11T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:22:20.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding dinner.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i attended my cousin Michelle and Dylan's wedding dinner. Take few shots n gonna post it later.. =) btw... the food was awesome... haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-7626216870385019028?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/7626216870385019028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=7626216870385019028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/7626216870385019028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/7626216870385019028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-dinner.html' title='Wedding dinner.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-7358904535524592612</id><published>2008-09-09T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:39:51.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot sing anymore. =(</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning having a sore throat... very hard to eat n even talk... T.T&lt;br /&gt;Hope will get well by tomorrow. If not i cant enjoy my dinner tomorrow night.. =(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. 2 dinner posts coming soon.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-7358904535524592612?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/7358904535524592612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=7358904535524592612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/7358904535524592612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/7358904535524592612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/09/cannot-sing-anymore.html' title='Cannot sing anymore. =('/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-4496086454101608671</id><published>2008-09-07T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:23:30.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-break my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't leave me in all this pain&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Come back and bring back my smile&lt;br /&gt;Come and take these tears away&lt;br /&gt;I need your arms to hold me now&lt;br /&gt;The night are so unkind&lt;br /&gt;Bring back those nights when I held you beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un-break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll me again&lt;br /&gt;Undo this hurt you caused&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;And walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Un-cry these tears&lt;br /&gt;I cried so many nights&lt;br /&gt;Un-break my heart&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take back that sad word good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Bring back the joy to my life&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me here with these tears&lt;br /&gt;Come and kiss that pain away&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget the day you left&lt;br /&gt;Time is so unkind&lt;br /&gt;And life is so cruel without you here beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un-break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll love me again&lt;br /&gt;Undo this hurt you caused&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;And walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Un-cry these tears&lt;br /&gt;I cried so many nights&lt;br /&gt;Un-break my heart&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me in all this pain&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Bring back the nights when I held you beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un-break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll love me again&lt;br /&gt;Undo this hurt you caused&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;And walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Un-cry that tears&lt;br /&gt;I cried so many, many nights&lt;br /&gt;Un-break my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un-break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Come back and say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Un-break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Sweet darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Without you I just can't go on&lt;br /&gt;Can't go on....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-4496086454101608671?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/4496086454101608671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=4496086454101608671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/4496086454101608671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/4496086454101608671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/09/un-break-my-heart.html' title='Un-break my heart.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-238442168607756409</id><published>2008-09-03T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:17:16.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th day.</title><content type='html'>It's been the 18th day already. Everything going fine i guess.. but I'm still thinking of someone. Someone from the pass. Someone who have been there for me. I missed you. It seems that on this very day, every single lil' thing i do reminds me of you. The word "why" kept appearing in my head. The question kept appearing but there's no answer to it. Somehow it brought me back to the very 1st day where everything happens. I missed you very much. Do you know that? Hope you're reading this.  This is how I feel on this day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-238442168607756409?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/238442168607756409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=238442168607756409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/238442168607756409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/238442168607756409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/09/18th-day.html' title='18th day.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-5242280043204329268</id><published>2008-08-31T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:52:49.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National day.</title><content type='html'>Today went for shopping the whole day... but didn't bought my stuff.. T.T.. so tired...&lt;br /&gt;After that went for dinner.. We waited for almost 1 hour 15 minutes for the food to come... zzz... so bored then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrJGc5QgI/AAAAAAAAABg/ER0XJrrHPKs/s1600-h/Image0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrJGc5QgI/AAAAAAAAABg/ER0XJrrHPKs/s400/Image0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240689289237971458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while waiting for the food my teh c peng special almost finish already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrJcp4bMI/AAAAAAAAABo/BfrDkOTEW8Y/s1600-h/Image0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrJcp4bMI/AAAAAAAAABo/BfrDkOTEW8Y/s400/Image0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240689295198022850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after an hour 15 minutes, the frog thingy was the 1st to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrJsLkmXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/T4QqdfA84YE/s1600-h/Image0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrJsLkmXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/T4QqdfA84YE/s400/Image0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240689299365861746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the seafood soup was the 2nd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrk8AHHfI/AAAAAAAAACA/2Q7NFCiKZy0/s1600-h/Image0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrk8AHHfI/AAAAAAAAACA/2Q7NFCiKZy0/s400/Image0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240689767469227506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the 3rd is their famous fried tofu... very nice^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrk1xNwCI/AAAAAAAAACI/nsAK6aLw9Zs/s1600-h/Image0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrk1xNwCI/AAAAAAAAACI/nsAK6aLw9Zs/s400/Image0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240689765796134946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrlOujpuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FbYxU3jP11U/s1600-h/Image0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrlOujpuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FbYxU3jP11U/s400/Image0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240689772495873762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after that was the yam basket.. quite nice la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrlAbUr7I/AAAAAAAAACY/VR9GkUKr54w/s1600-h/Image0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrlAbUr7I/AAAAAAAAACY/VR9GkUKr54w/s400/Image0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240689768657104818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then it's the kailan vegetable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrlVNoYrI/AAAAAAAAACg/--LbTJZe5tc/s1600-h/Image0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrlVNoYrI/AAAAAAAAACg/--LbTJZe5tc/s400/Image0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240689774236820146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last but not least my favourite butter prawn... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have taken the picture horizontally... haha... anyway what's done cannot be undone.. lol... so thats all... got to get back to my work. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-5242280043204329268?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/5242280043204329268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=5242280043204329268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/5242280043204329268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/5242280043204329268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day.html' title='National day.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLqrJGc5QgI/AAAAAAAAABg/ER0XJrrHPKs/s72-c/Image0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-3983233839973387559</id><published>2008-08-28T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:19:23.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics day.</title><content type='html'>I had physics tuition today. The tuition i like most, coz the teacher never failed to make me laugh.. haha.. damn funny... He taught us the chapter of heat today.. and when he explain how the thermometer is calibrated between upper fixed point and lower fixed point and he drew this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLZ5y35L5_I/AAAAAAAAABY/rLKJ_wgZUek/s1600-h/Copy+of+P280808_15.14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLZ5y35L5_I/AAAAAAAAABY/rLKJ_wgZUek/s400/Copy+of+P280808_15.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239509131396376562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lol... boil shit water... ==""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He told us to boil shit water instead of other kinds of liquid to get steam for the reading of the temperature for marking the boiling point... He even said use soft shit and not hard shit coz soft one's contain more water... =="" we were laughing like hell! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he talk bout wood as an good insulators, he skip to coffins stuff coz coffin made of wood.. zzz.. so he said thats why the dead people inside the coffin wont b roasted... Zzz??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher was still talking bout the coffin thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Do u know why those people cry when attending funeral ceremony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students: Don't know*quiet*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: It's obvious, because those people spend much of their money to buy a comfortable coffin for a people who is already dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students: HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: They burn the coffin with the dead people inside somemore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students: HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: And when u see a person who cry the most, u will know something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students: Wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: They are the one who spend the most money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good one! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher laughing also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this teacher! LOL! yeah he rocks!!!! haha... anyway hope u have a good laugh too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-3983233839973387559?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/3983233839973387559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=3983233839973387559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/3983233839973387559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/3983233839973387559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/08/physics-day.html' title='Physics day.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SLZ5y35L5_I/AAAAAAAAABY/rLKJ_wgZUek/s72-c/Copy+of+P280808_15.14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-7019702135739368639</id><published>2008-08-27T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:12:49.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bzbzbzbz.....</title><content type='html'>So busy with moral project n chemistry assignment this week... stayed up late to do it... haih.. so tired recently.. hope i can finish it by this week... after that i can sleep well at night.. yeah~ btw.. a miracle happened to me the other day... i was shock when i got 63 for my moral... i din expect i would pass so i counted the marks n it was 36!=O i got 63 instead of 36.. teacher juz gave me extra 27 marks!=="" hehehe.... dun noe wad happened to my teacher when she mark my paper.. mayb she knocked her head o something.... but who cares?! i got an extra 27 marks! hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-7019702135739368639?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/7019702135739368639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=7019702135739368639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/7019702135739368639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/7019702135739368639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/08/bzbzbzbz.html' title='Bzbzbzbz.....'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-8713620506670873925</id><published>2008-08-25T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:46:22.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed day.</title><content type='html'>It's the first day of school since the holiday. It is also the day i get my exams results back... I was hoping my add maths will pass this time. I focus so much on add maths this time. But all the effort doesn't paid off... T.T.. i failed again.. ==" the third time!! T.T haiz... so disappointed with myself. I was thinking y i'm so stupid? Mayb i was born to b 1.. who knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-8713620506670873925?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/8713620506670873925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=8713620506670873925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/8713620506670873925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/8713620506670873925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/08/disappointed-day.html' title='Disappointed day.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-4724592091016624930</id><published>2008-08-24T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:13:20.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things that i learnt.</title><content type='html'>Throughout this one week holiday i learnt many things. I learnt to be strong(inside), i learnt that life is not easy without someone u trully love, i learnt that its damn hard(impossible) to forget the one u love n care for. These are the lesson i learn from life itself. By the way i also learnt to count cards.. its great! Haha.. So thats all i guess. Last day of my holiday. Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-4724592091016624930?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/4724592091016624930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=4724592091016624930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/4724592091016624930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/4724592091016624930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-that-i-learnt.html' title='The things that i learnt.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-7966221411129670000</id><published>2008-08-24T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:54:02.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night.</title><content type='html'>Right after i finished my boring tuition, i went to kuching fest. It was boring tho.. but something caught my attention... I saw my favourite fish n chips stall Richmond grill!! So, I bought a set of fish n chips from that stall. It cost me 9 bucks. I remember last time it only cost bout 7 bucks. But as long as i like it, i dun mind. Haha.. After that i learnt that my friends were performing tkd today. So, i went to the stage area but i saw shuffle performance.. ==" den i was told that the tkd performance was on the field... =="" so i walked there.. it's hard for me coz i'm damn full with the fish n chips... haha.. but eventually i managed to b there. And then i looked for my friends but i aint see nothing... all i saw was lil people with lil head coz i'm on the higher ground.. suddenly my dad called.. he said he wanna go home already... T.T so disappointed la! Din even got a chance to meet my friends... sobs.. many of my friends were there that night but i din even saw 1.. ==""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-7966221411129670000?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/7966221411129670000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=7966221411129670000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/7966221411129670000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/7966221411129670000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-night.html' title='Last night.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-662311618007441074</id><published>2008-08-22T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:51:39.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The song of my day.</title><content type='html'>What about now- Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;Shadows fill an empty heart&lt;br /&gt;As love is fading,&lt;br /&gt;From all the things that we are&lt;br /&gt;But are not saying.&lt;br /&gt;Can we see beyond the scars&lt;br /&gt;And make it to the dawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change the colors of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And open up to&lt;br /&gt;The ways you made me feel alive,&lt;br /&gt;The ways I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;For all the things that never died,&lt;br /&gt;To make it through the night,&lt;br /&gt;Love will find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is breaking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To start a new day.&lt;br /&gt;This broken heart can still survive&lt;br /&gt;With a touch of your grace.&lt;br /&gt;Shadows fade into the light.&lt;br /&gt;I am by your side,&lt;br /&gt;Where love will find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love, it never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're here,&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've come this far,&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to fear,&lt;br /&gt;For I am right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;For all my life,&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;div 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day.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-5296537819118450040</id><published>2008-08-21T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:49:53.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bored day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was an electricity break down in my housing area today. They had to shut down the station to repair some stuff from 9am to 6pm. It's hell long.... Damn bored for me... dun noe wad to do n wad should i do... there's also nothing to do. And when i was wondering around my house, i tot of something... i wonder how the primitive people live without electricity.... how they carry on their lives without electricity... i guess its hard for them... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-5296537819118450040?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/5296537819118450040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=5296537819118450040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/5296537819118450040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/5296537819118450040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/08/bored-day.html' title='A bored day.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855459732527691915.post-4963631749351470767</id><published>2008-08-20T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:27:26.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of 'he' and 'she'.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The following blog which u are about to read is based on a true story. So here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was this guy. He does lame, crappy stuff almost everyday to make himself and everybody around him happy. He was called 'vain freak' then because of the vain things he does. He's stupid n dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also girl this girl. She's beautiful, brilliant, cute(in every way), cool, kind and has sweetest smile ever many more. She's also very observant. She can remember his birthday though he dont remember her's. She's got her own style. She has many friends and she's quite popular among her friends. Sometimes she can be very vain too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and she never met and dont know each other back then. And there is one time, where everything happened just like a miracle.  He started to make her smile when she was down, tell some lame jokes, makes her happy even she's happy, makes her laugh. It just like he could be himself when talking or chatting with her. He talked about everything with her, she talked almost everything to him too. They can chat without knowing the time is actually zooming. They were happy together back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days goes by, weeks goes by, months goes by, they were closer and closer together. They didn't even noticed that they were together for such a long time. First, they were friends. Then, they became best friends. After that they were very best friend. And soon a couple. They were sweet together. She's very special and meant everything to him. He could forgive her for everything. He knew that she's the only key for his heart. She changed him to be a better person. He love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a friend of him came to his home town. And he went out with his friend and he tourred his friends around the places. He told her he would go out with his friend. It sounded okay at first though he knew that  it was not okay for her. But, he still went out  with his friend. As a result, jealousy stroke! She was jealous of him going out with his friend. She was jealous because he didn't spend enough time with her.(this is a good thing cause he know's that she cared bout him =)). She was pissed somehow. This made her sad. And, it also made him felt guilty. So he cried. He kept on apologizing. He was sorry for all the things that he did. He was sorry to make her sad. He felt guilty. He felt guilty in the sense of not making her happy and not spending time with her.   And most of all, doing the things he should not do. She forgived him eventually. She called after that and they both talked for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As times goes by, they both have the sweetest time together. They go for movies sometime. There was one time, she's sad somehow. She hope that he would be by her side but he wasn't there. He could not be there for some reason. But he really wish to be there for her too. He felt helpless every time when he could not be there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going smoothly. Until one day, where everything changed. She stops finding him.  He misses her so much.  Every single hour he checked his phone hoping she would text him. But there's nothing. He was very sad. And one day, she text him. She said something  that hurt him so.  It was the end for him. He cry himself to sleep every night. He kept thinking of her every single thing he does. He kept thinking why does this happen to him. She dont treat him as usual anymore. Every moment for him was very hard. He was very depressed. Moodless in everything he does. He hate himself so much and forgave her for everything. But in the end, he hope that she would give him another chance to make things right. And, one thing that will never change for sure is that she will always be part of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the story i guess... i'm new here so, sorry for any grammar n sentence mistakes.... not a good ending tho... n y my font size aint the same? any bloggers out there please giv me some tips... thanx... umm thats all... hav a great time n thanx for droppin by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855459732527691915-4963631749351470767?l=pastnpresent178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/feeds/4963631749351470767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855459732527691915&amp;postID=4963631749351470767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/4963631749351470767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855459732527691915/posts/default/4963631749351470767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastnpresent178.blogspot.com/2008/08/story-of-he-and-she.html' title='The story of &apos;he&apos; and &apos;she&apos;.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681299564246950273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eim0NntXnt0/SKu88HUNZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jG424H3btHU/S220/Copy+of+DSC00589.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
