<?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-6880062</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:52:01.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelvin's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my little blog...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-110296805318107562</id><published>2004-12-14T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T04:00:53.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is getting so weird, i was just bathing 5 mins, i got fuckin scared to my fuckin death. i washing off soap frm my face, then i heard a voice from the window, like my mum's, very darn loud but i didnt quite make out what she said, then i said "har??", then when i washed the soap off my face, i look up at the window, theres a fuckin white face, A FUCKIN WHITE FACE! i fuckin turned off the shower and ran out naked, fuck! just smsed lynette, im so scared now, im gonna sleep with lights on, =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-110296805318107562?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110296805318107562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110296805318107562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110296805318107562' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-110295572921793574</id><published>2004-12-14T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T00:36:14.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, something's ultra fishy here, where did my background go.. both the interface graphic and the background got off the server? what happened.. nevermind, i think i'll get it fixed... soon, when i have the time =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-110295572921793574?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110295572921793574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110295572921793574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110295572921793574' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-110269798096566213</id><published>2004-12-11T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T01:04:15.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThis is so wrong, I'm feeling so weird. Met this person from Darkages, she's totally like Denise, and she's sweet and caring too. Then it feels like... A new Denise, that weird Denise-like feeling, I don't know how to explain dudez... Talking to her makes me feel better, sometimes worse, it's like, numbing me from the fact that Denise's gone. It feels just like talking to Denise. Kind of weird. I'm so confused now, gosh. I wonder will anyone still read this =X, or did everyone think this blog has been abandoned, haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-110269798096566213?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110269798096566213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110269798096566213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110269798096566213' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-110164680514336242</id><published>2004-11-28T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T21:00:05.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspim so scared... i dont want to lose all my friends... every minute every second i'll have an urge to talk, and urge to say something... im always chatting with myself when there's no one home... sounds crazy... but i do... there's this urge to say something out... that urge, unexplainable... everytime i go out with my friends... i'll talk crap, say stupid things, offend people, what else can i do other than those, nothing, im useless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-110164680514336242?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110164680514336242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110164680514336242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110164680514336242' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-110130312548023105</id><published>2004-11-24T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:08:35.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>denise, who the hell are you trying to lie to, i heard everything, from when zech was still there, till the time you kicked him out, till the time when cassie went off, till the time when you and moax were chatting happily, i heard everything. you dont have to lie to me. how many boyfriends do you want now? you have qisti, you have ginloen, you have wishboi, you have moax, what are you trying to do now!? you told me you still love me, everytime you told me you still love me, but you do this kind of things. do you love me only, or do you love all your other "boyfriends", who is moax to you? a guy you are trying to help? help him do what?! help him flirt with you?! what bullshit is this, then who the hell am i?! then forget about the day when you had a conference with zech inside. what about yesterday!? u even arranged for him to call you, i dont like my trust to be betrayed, but you kept doing it again and again! where is your heart!? are you THAT heartless?! what the hell are you trying to do?! you satisfy yourself with many boyfriends, you only care about your own feelings, what about me? WHAT ABOUT ME?! who the fuck am i to you!? i mean alot? u tell me i mean alot? yeah, yeah, but your mind is all moax now, ALL MOAX AND ALL MOAX. i know what's your reply, you will say "I THINK OF YOU TOO OK", yeah, you think of me, yeah, right, whatever, if you even thought of me, if you even bloody cared, if you were even TRUE to me in the first place, you wouldnt be out flirting with so many other guys. i got nothing to say already okay, i dont want to distrupt your life anymore okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-110130312548023105?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110130312548023105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110130312548023105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110130312548023105' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-110119063724624053</id><published>2004-11-23T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T14:17:17.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspto denise - its so darn bloody hard to be like the past now, because of the bloody way you're treating me. it's like bloody hell lor, first u dont call anymore, secondly u call other guys, then u dun invite me to conference anymore, then u say i dont spend enough time with you, no, i think it's just that you dont wanna spend time with me, again and again u tell me sorry, i heard it so many times that it's starting to ring in my head. this is so fucked lor. i've never scolded u, this is the first time i did. u think it's nice? no, it fucking hurts to scold u. i cant bloody describe that pain in my heart. but it's just getting out of hand. oh u said you still love me, fine, you still, then why are you calling moax, oh, so now what. i dont get it. lets just take a break, im not gonna talk to u for 1 week, and you're not gonna talk to me for 1 week, after that, i'll act like i just met u, fullstop. if u even read this, post something in your blog to let me know you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-110119063724624053?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110119063724624053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110119063724624053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110119063724624053' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-110111670580994741</id><published>2004-11-22T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T18:10:38.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you were wondering what's going on, Rain told me this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kel, just end this once and for all... just act angry and just scold her for once... just tell her how you feel, use all the vulgarities you can ever think of! just threaten to leave, if she really loves you, she'll explain till you belief her... whatever she say, just act as you dont belief... if she just say "dont belief then dont belief" or something, i say u can forget about her and i bet with you, she'll say something like that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i pasted this from the msn chat, pasted all the sentences together and added some punctuation)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-110111670580994741?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110111670580994741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110111670580994741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110111670580994741' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-110110873086168464</id><published>2004-11-22T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T15:32:10.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspOkay fuck, I'm darn pissed with people accusing Rain of doing nothing. What the fuck is this?! Rain never did anything, SHE HAD NEVER FUCKING BEEN TO ELEANA'S BLOG IN HER LIFE! FUCK! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS SAYING THAT IT'S RAIN WHEN IT'S NOT RAIN YOU FUCKHEADS!? HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES MUST I SAY TO FUCKING GET IT IN YOUR FUCKING HEAD THAT IT'S FUCKING NOT RAIN! WHY THE FUCK CAN IT BE RAIN ANYWAY, SHE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS "R&amp;J" OR WHATEVER FUCK THAT IS! EVEN I DON'T FUCKING KNOW! HE DON'T EVEN SOUND LIKE RAIN ANYWAY! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS SAYING IT'S RAIN BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING PISSING ME OFF YOU FUCKHEADS! I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK IF YOU ACCUSE ANYONE ELSE BUT IF YOU ACCUSE MY FRIENDS FOR DOING NOTHING WRONG YOU PEOPLE ARE JUST FUCKED UP FUCKERS, YOU GET ME?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-110110873086168464?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110110873086168464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110110873086168464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110110873086168464' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-110092539800892658</id><published>2004-11-20T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T12:36:38.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspI was like bloody sleepy already, still go online tell you to go to the church... Then you all like doing all your own stuff lor, I was like going to die already and you still doing your own stuff. You said you were councelling that guy, more like flirting right, what the hell. You don't tell me your anime stuff anymore, you rather tell him right! I bloody waited and waited and waited and you still took your own sweet time. Fine, after you finished your whatever councelling you ended up at the blacksmith. I didn't even know you guys were at that screen, I just entered the doors randomly and what, you said I'm always following you. Okay lah, you only want to be with that guy, FINE! It's bloody fine! After that I went back to town, you sat there doing nothing, wanted to tell you to go to the church when this guy told you to go to the Baphomet screen. Okay lah, fuck, listen to him, whatever okay! I tell you to go church --&gt; LATER, LATER, LATER. He say go Baphomet screen you so happy, what is this huh? W.h.a.t i.s t.h.i.s!? I PM'ed you saying "Forget it lah okay, I'm so bloody sleepy I can't bloody wait anymore I'm going to sleep"... Can't you get the hint that I'm already f.e.d u.p!? Bleahz... Whatever lah okay! WHATEVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-110092539800892658?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110092539800892658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110092539800892658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110092539800892658' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-110087159598097609</id><published>2004-11-19T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T21:39:55.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspSometimes, I would really appreciate it if you understand how others feel. I would really appreciate it if you were like Rain... What's that? You're angry because of your own computer... I tried to be concerned, tried to talk to you, and you just ignored me like that? At first I talked in MSN, you didn't reply, fine then I'll try in RO, I PM'ed every of your characters till it got through to "C|0^eR"... Then I said "Hey Denise, you alright?" for at least twice, and said "You there?" for at least twice too, you didn't even want to reply. I made Rain angry, she didn't ignore me even though im the CAUSE of her anger, and after that she'll tell me that she's sorry for being oversensitive... I mean like... You tell me you love me, is it from your heart, or is it just coming out of your mouth casually? I really don't get it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-110087159598097609?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110087159598097609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110087159598097609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110087159598097609' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-110050072111504346</id><published>2004-11-15T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T01:58:45.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspHehe oh yar, I forgot about yesterday... Haha... Woke up at 6:30, then ran around my house to get changed, after that I flew to Bedok Interchange, hahaz, then ran to the MRT, then I thought I was late, I looked around and checked the time... 7:19... bLeAhz! Haha! So I waited for awhile and Lyn popped out, haha, then I met this guy called Shawn or Sean or something, darn funny guy hahahaha made me laugh till my head dropped off! Had to sew my head back.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspAfter that I met this Edwin guy, and Josephine or something, haha... Then we ate Sausage Egg McMuffin, haha, nice!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspBleahz, gotta go work now, tell you about it tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-110050072111504346?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110050072111504346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110050072111504346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110050072111504346' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-110044088952279438</id><published>2004-11-14T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T22:12:31.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dis-satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;From now on I'm going to write all the things that I'm not happy with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day in Prontera, you said you wanted a mistress card, so I was like, okay I'll go try to get it right away. Then you didn't even say thanks. That wasn't a problem, I went down inside, then I killed a few mistresses, I PM'ed you and told you I killed 3 already, still haven't get a card, then I said it was hard... I was hinting you to come and join me. But what? You told me to kill 40? What is this? Am I SUPPOSED to get it for you anyway? I'm freaking wasting my time killing mistresses for you, I'm not getting anything dude! Then, fine, it's okay, I went back to town, saw you and Ginloen sitting at one corner sweet talking... Did you know how pissed off was I? Let me tell you, I was very pissed off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-110044088952279438?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110044088952279438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110044088952279438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110044088952279438' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-110001523507732900</id><published>2004-11-09T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T23:52:56.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspIt's this girl I met online from Katong Convent with the name of Denise... She deeply attracted me... The way she talked was... Was weird... But kind of funny sometimes... Kind of like... Broken English... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThe first time I saw her was during March 13th 2004, a couple'a months ago... She was pretty cute and bubbly, smiling all the way... We went to the lanshop and played a few games... What a day... it was kinda fun...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspA few days later, I grabbed Ragnarok Online off the shelves on March 21st 2004, then played a little while... Then I met a guy named Burst (Realname: Qisti), Denise's "Husband"... He had this freaking attitude when he was talking to me, like he had some problem with me!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThe road was bumpy... Lots of debris... Lots of blockages... But no matter what, I'm still trying... Trying all my best... Trying to get her attention... Trying to make her mine... Trying... Trying all my best, trying all I could...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspApril 12th... I appeared at her house placing a couple'a "Easter Egg Monsters" which I made through the night... I aligned it along her fence... Er... No it's not a fence... It's a... Wall... Oh yeah... That wall thing beside her gate... Hopefully no one saw me...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspTime passed, I continued trying... I kept trying... And trying... Nearly gave up... But still continued trying... And trying... And trying......&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp5th July... We were together... One of the happiest days of my life, I guess... Hahaz... Thinking back, it's been a long time since I first started trying... Looking at my phone call registers... A total of more than 130 missed calls from her since the start... Hahaz...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspWe were very very together for the first month... During our Lunariversary during 5th August, I went to her house and left a bouquet of flowers there... That was as much flowers as I can buy for the day, costing $85... My wallet was empty then... Hahaz...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspWe were a happy couple... A loving couple... Well... At least that's what it seems like... Over a hundred calls, over a hundred I love you's... Over a hundred Miss you's... It almost seemed like it would last forever...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspWent out a couple'a times... It was fun... Really fun... Everytime I went out with her... It was fun... I could still remember going to Tampines Swensens with her... Haha... Then watching movies and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspOne day... It's that day... That weird day... That's the day she turned cold... That's the day she started acting weird... That's the day we drifted further and further apart... That's the day she started breaking my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspIt's that way she was talking to Burst... It was alot different when she talked to me... So intimate... So close... She no longer talked to me like that... It's that tone... That way that I missed...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspShe didn't want to go out during our following Lunariversary... "Her mom doesn't allow it"... This is all getting weird... So weird... It almost feels like I've lost her... The way she treats me... She stopped calling me... It's just soo not right...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThe days turned out weird... Everything's upsidedown... Don't feel like talking to anyone anymore... She hasn't call me yet... It's like... Weird... Too weird... Something must be wrong... Really wrong... Totally wrong... Something's up... Something that I don't know about... She's keeping something from me...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspHer friends say it's Gabriel again... Why... Gabriel... Why is it him again... Why him! Thinking back... She once told me that I was just here to help her forget about Gabriel... Why... Gabriel... Why must you come back...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThe following month was tormenting... That cold way she was treating me... The way she talked to me... The way the things are going... Tormenting... Torturous... Why the hell is she treating me like that, what the hell is happening?!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspI haven't heard her saying that she loves me for over a month already... What is this... Everytime I ask her... She'd tell me that she's stress... End of story... What has stress got to do with telling me that she loves me anyway... This is getting all wrong, this is all just a piece of crap... This is all a mirage...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThat way she's treating me... That coldness... That freezing temperature... That feeling contained within me... Wanting to explode... That feeling... Spinning my mind... Blinding my senses... Couldn't do anything about it...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspDidn't have the mood to do exams... All I had in my mind was her... Her... How much I miss her... And how much I'm still missing her... I didn't care about the exams... I didn't care much... The only thing I had in my mind... Was Denise... The days were passing... The exams were over... She's still frozen... Cold...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp29th October 00:01:02AM... The fateful day... We left each other... She started telling me that, when the day she turned cold, her mother told her to break up with me... But why now, not that day? I figured it out that it was just an excuse to leave me... This is all just a plain old mirage... This is all just an illusion... Some say it's Gabriel... Heartbroken... I wasn't able to sleep... For the days ahead... I was sleepless... Sad... Broken... She hadn't even called to say anything... Whether it was her mom... Or is it because of Gabriel... Either way... She had already left... So silently... So silently that I could hear a pin drop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-110001523507732900?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110001523507732900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/110001523507732900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110001523507732900' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109962304796215476</id><published>2004-11-05T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T11:29:00.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspIt's about time you tell me the truth about you and Gabriel, it's about time you stop lying to me, it's about time you put yourself in my shoes, it's about time you spared a shitting thought for me, if not I think it's about time I bloody forget about you, it's about time I tell you how I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspHuh? Your mom told you to break up with me, hmm, yeah, I belief you, but what the hell's with all the messages that Gabriel sent to you, and what the hell's with the messages you sent to Gabriel... Stop lying to me Denise, I've seen them, I know what's going on...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspIf you just told me the truth, you wouldn't have hurt me as much as you've hurt me now... What messages? Stop trying to act, Denise... Stop it... If you meant to do this to me again 3 years later, then forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspSo Gabriel asked you to stead? SO WHAT?! YOU MUST ACCEPT HIM?! WHAT ABOUT ME?! I FUCKING REJECTED RAIN AND I FUCKING REJECTED QI BECAUSE OF YOU, AND WHAT DID YOU GIVE ME IN RETURN?! LEAVING ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspLet me tell you something, Rain is prettier than you, and she treats me better than you, yet I continued loving you, continued giving you all my heart, IS THIS WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO GET?!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspAfter you left at 28th October, you didn't even bloody cared if I'm alive or not, you didn't even bloody give a fuck about me, you're telling me that you spared a thought for me? You're telling me that you care? THE THING IS, I CAN'T FEEL IT!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspTell you what, Rain called me a dozen times telling me not to be sad, telling me stories to cheer me up, telling me jokes and stuff to make me happy... WHAT THE HELL DID YOU EVEN CARE FOR?! YOU ONLY CARED FOR GABRIEL, ALL THE HELL YOU EVER THOUGHT OF IS GABRIEL!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThis is so bloody fucked up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109962304796215476?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109962304796215476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109962304796215476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109962304796215476' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109880708849263830</id><published>2004-10-26T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T00:29:49.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspDenise I still love you... Like in the past... But it's been long since you last told me that you did, you treat me differently now, I don't know why lah, maybe it's me, maybe it's you, maybe it's both of us, but I just don't understand, I'm sure I am treating you like the past now, the way you want it to be, I've checked ALL my chatlogs, I'm sure that's the way I used to talk to you, but what, you changed, you are so cold to me now, cold... Like ice...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspI showed you what Rain said to me... Won't you even comment anything about that? Do you even care if some other girls take me away? She kept telling me that she loves me... And she never failed to tell me everyday... And I've been telling you I love you everyday... But why, why won't you just tell me that you still love me! Don't tell me you're stressed, I'm stressed too, but I can tell you that I still love you everyday, but why! Why won't you say what you used to say to me anymore, the most you're telling me is "gtg bye bye seeya"? I know, after reading this, you'll say, "Sry", it's okay Denise, I'm not blaming you, I'm not angry with you... And after that when I ask why, you'll say "Stress"... If you can take the effort to explain that, why can't you just tell me that you still love me and tell me not to worry? Is it because you don't love me anymore? Is it because I'm not the guy in your heart anymore? Why can't you just give me that assurance that you are still mine? Do you know how painful is it everyday trying to love you yet so unsure, so near yet so far apart? Let me tell you, it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspDid you even know, every night I'm still waiting for your call like in the past, waiting and waiting... You don't call me anymore! I can only spend my time hoping that you would call, and in the end, you didn't! Every night I'll wait and wait, even till I fall asleep, and everytime I'll wake up in the middle of the night checking for your missed calls, and realise that you didn't call... That is how much you mean to me... You mean everything to me Denise... Please don't treat me like that anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109880708849263830?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109880708849263830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109880708849263830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109880708849263830' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109850914324570914</id><published>2004-10-23T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T13:25:43.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspDon't know whats with Eleana manz... Kept sending me the song when I said I have no server to upload it to, totally NO server to upload to! I said I can't do anything with it so don't bother sending me, then I ask her where she downloaded that song so that I could use a link from there, but instead of telling me she scolded me? Said I don't wanna help then don't help? I didn't say I don't wanna help I just said I can't do anything with that song file she's sending me, give me that kind of attitude for no reason manz! Eleana if you are reading this: Sorry if I offended you, but we just misunderstood, sorry for typing in CAPS that day because I was really pissed with some other matters already... Sorry manz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109850914324570914?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109850914324570914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109850914324570914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109850914324570914' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109835415012146537</id><published>2004-10-21T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T18:22:30.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspRain sorry I can't accept you because the only person I truly love is Denise, I'm so sorry for breaking your heart now... I know you treat me better and stuff, but I still won't change my heart, the only person in my heart is still Denise... She's my one and only and will only be the only girl in my heart now, and probably for ages to come...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspRain, again... I'm sorry! I can't do anything to help you now, please don't be upset or anything, and don't do anything silly, if not you'll be making me sad too! Please do understand, it's not that you're not pretty, or your character is not good, or you are not treating me well enough... It's just that I only have this person in my heart, named Denise, sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109835415012146537?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109835415012146537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109835415012146537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109835415012146537' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109828002053724806</id><published>2004-10-20T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T21:47:00.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspManz... Failed my exams... So afraid... I hope Denise will not be angry or something... Hope she won't mind... Scored like mad cow sheet... Think I'm going to go N(a) dudez! So afraid...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109828002053724806?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109828002053724806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109828002053724806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109828002053724806' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109785451774819392</id><published>2004-10-15T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T23:38:53.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspYesterday slept at 4+... And woke up at 5+ this morning, woah so sleepy! Went for art, forgot to bring anything to draw with, no color pencil, no pencil box, no pen, no pencil, nothing! Haha! Then I lent a pencil from Dev and started drawing. The crap I drew looks kind of cool, well for me, haha, looks like some abstract nonsense... Without color, lolz! Then I wrote names... One very very obvious name was there too, stacked up letters, sideways letters, sliding letters, all the letters all over the page, plus crates all over, and all the stuff all over, madness, whole paper turned black! Haha! Denise can't go out today... So sad... Haha! Got back home and decided to play RO, haha, tanked Denise for like 1 hour before Jia Wen and Penguin called and tell me to go to her house... At least can go out abit rite, haha, spend abit of the time outta my house is also a good thing huh? Haha, at least I have life not like some gayStoine frm my class, haha! Oh yeah back to the point, went to Li Wen (Penguin's) house then I was like walking around doing nothing... Looking at her dog is like watching a horror movie, haha, no lah, kidding, very big and fluffy SO CUTE! Then went upstairs to the room and watch movie, haha, got the "Brothers" (Tae-something, don't know how to spell that) and Princess Diary, with the Hillary Duffie! Haha, then we like fighting, I flick and flick until they all so angry come and tickle me, then I flick and flick again and they tickle, then we throw pillow like mad, so fun manz! Like the war against terrorism like that... Haha just kidding. Then after awhile she said her computer spoilt, so I had to repair... Something to do with the BIOs... Then they were like pressurizing me by sitting around, I so scared till can't think, haha... Then they keep saying "You don't fix now I call Samuel come down help me fix ah" then I was like "Wait! I can one lah, just wait!"... Then in the end finally done, then that Penguin look so happy, haha! Then later we all flick and punch and beat each other again... Haha! I so dishonorable, beat gals... Haha! Then I keep insulting their school, that Jia Wen reaction always so bloody dam funny, hahahaha, very funny, really, haha! Then going home that time got shit on the floor, I take leaf and pick up the shit, hahahaha then Jia Wen down there *eww* "OMG you stand 20m away from me hor!"... Hahaha... Then later reach home nothing to do already... Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109785451774819392?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109785451774819392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109785451774819392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109785451774819392' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109775274533206007</id><published>2004-10-14T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T19:19:05.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspGosh, my bag died, and my hands died, because PeNgUiN and PaNdA DREW ALL OVER MY BAG WITH PINK MARKER AND MY HANDS TOO! Wahhh then I had to go home with that thing, embarassing manz! EeEeEeEeEe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109775274533206007?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109775274533206007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109775274533206007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109775274533206007' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109734673096147335</id><published>2004-10-10T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T13:47:48.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspI'm &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt; if I ever treated you weirdly... I just got worried because you suddenly got sad about some deleted messages. You used to call everyday for 3 months straight and all of a sudden you stopped calling... It's okay if you're sad for 1 or 2 days, but it seems like you rarely reply any of my SMSes and MSN messages for some reason ever since then, for like a week... Neither did you start calling me again like in the past... Who wouldn't be worried? Even Alan and the others have been asking me why you're acting so weird lately... I feel bad manz... I can't stop thinking, that's what made me weird... Plus people telling me about Gabriel and stuff like that, it doesn't feel good... Felt really sad everytime I thought of it... Just can't stop thinking why you've changed all of a sudden, can't stop thinking why you've became so cold... What's worse, I've started having nightmares about you leaving... I'm &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt; for every weird things I've said, and I'm &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt; for every weird actions I've made and I'm &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt; for any weird things I've done, okay? Please talk to me like in the past... I'll change... I don't ever want this to happen again... That day... You told me we'll make it through... I know we will... I'll show you that I can do anything for you... I'll do anything to make you happy... &lt;strong&gt;Sorry&lt;/strong&gt; if I kept making you sad, &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt; if I acted strangely... &lt;strong&gt;Sorry&lt;/strong&gt; for driving you nuts... &lt;strong&gt;SORRY&lt;/strong&gt;... And I mean it from the bottom of my heart! Tell me when you've read these okay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109734673096147335?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109734673096147335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109734673096147335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109734673096147335' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109724279271654848</id><published>2004-10-08T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T21:41:25.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp you dont seem like u even give a shit about me anymore... you seem to care for other guys more than u care about me i didnt talk to you for like 2 days straight that day and i didnt think u even notice and this guy didnt talk to you . like for awhile and "U.So.Sleepy.Untill.U.Dun.Wan.To.Tok.To.Me.Ah~&lt;WaTeVeR-ShOuLd-I-Do&gt;" appeared in your name!? do you know how it feels? it feels like crap! i didnt think u even notice that our lunariversary is 3 days ago, i've been waiting for u to say something about it since 3 days ago and I DIDN'T THINK YOU EVEN NOTICE IT! everytime i say i gtg you would be like "ok bb" nothing else... everytime Burst or anyone else says he gtg you would be like "sad", "don't leave", and then blah blah, all sorts of things, then you would be like /kis /kis2... bloody pissed everytime u do that, I'M ALWAYS PISSED! i really feel like an ATM now. u dont even say the "miss you"s or "love you"s anymore, yesterday i felt like i had just forced u to say it. i feel like shit. it feels like shit. you almost only talk to me when u need me to buy you something or something. or tanking monsters for you. i've never heard u talking to me just to tell me that u miss me or something. everytime i try to explain things to you, you would be like "oookk", u can't be bothered to talk to me right?! then dont talk to me if it's so hard to talk to me. throw me away if you dont love me anymore, dont act like you still do if you don't... do you know how fucking bad i felt because i cant get you the ribbon!? i searched for hours at comodo just to find the wild rose, did u know that?! i dont think u even care now... i dont think you'll even want to read this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109724279271654848?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109724279271654848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109724279271654848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109724279271654848' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109706800111211277</id><published>2004-10-06T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T21:10:45.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspi . hate . it . when . you . call . other . guys . those . things . that . you . call . me . too . and . it . makes . me . feel . like . im . invisible . and . sometimes . i . get . really . pissed . cuz . of . that . because . it . feels . like . you're . two . timing . me . but . im . not . trying . to . scold . u . or . anything . just . trying . to . tell . you . how . it . feels . like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109706800111211277?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109706800111211277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109706800111211277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109706800111211277' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109689700984209934</id><published>2004-10-04T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T21:36:49.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspFinally called after so long... Feel kinda better now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109689700984209934?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109689700984209934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109689700984209934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109689700984209934' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109682282689633933</id><published>2004-10-04T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T01:07:08.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp I can't sleep again... Look at the time... I can't see why she refuses to tell me why... I can't see why she won't pick up my calls... I can't see why is this happening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109682282689633933?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109682282689633933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109682282689633933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109682282689633933' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109682400169677187</id><published>2004-10-04T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T01:20:01.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'll take Miss.HeavenSent's advice... I really should stop thinking for a week... I really should give Denise some peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109682400169677187?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109682400169677187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109682400169677187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109682400169677187' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109678190042353753</id><published>2004-10-03T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T13:40:14.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspLook at &lt;a href="http://www.savefile.com/redir/62743.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, kinda retarded isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109678190042353753?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109678190042353753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109678190042353753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109678190042353753' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109668891014103110</id><published>2004-10-02T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T11:48:30.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspCheck out &lt;a href="http://www.savefile.com/redir/62298.jpg"&gt;my new Denise wallpaper&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109668891014103110?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109668891014103110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109668891014103110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109668891014103110' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109665029292720220</id><published>2004-10-02T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T01:04:52.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspCan't sleep... (Look at the time at the bottom)... I can't stop thinking about her... Don't she know how I feel? She's suddenly cold like ice... She suddenly stopped calling for no reason... I just don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspWhat is going on Denise, please tell me! Did I do something that offended you? If there's something wrong, please tell me okay, we can talk it out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109665029292720220?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109665029292720220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109665029292720220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109665029292720220' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109660917864059219</id><published>2004-10-01T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T13:39:38.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspIt's been long since I last heard your voice... Recently... It's like... We're far apart... Couldn't sleep these days... Thinking about you... Thinking what's wrong... Thinking what I should do... Thinking what will happen... Thinking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109660917864059219?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109660917864059219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109660917864059219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109660917864059219' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109637059495696706</id><published>2004-09-28T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T19:23:14.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why...are...you...suddenly...so...cold...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109637059495696706?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109637059495696706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109637059495696706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109637059495696706' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109635521922145452</id><published>2004-09-28T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T15:06:59.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspI don't know what's wrong... Did I do something wrong? Is it because I didn't train the character in a day? What's wrong? Tell me... Don't make me worry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109635521922145452?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109635521922145452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109635521922145452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109635521922145452' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109628540591716491</id><published>2004-09-27T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T15:11:03.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspTotally pissed off now... With myself... I'm just such a loser... Can't make her happy... Can't even train her character to a priest in one day... What a loser I am... Vomitted twice or was it thrice, for skipping my lunch to train that character... And in the end I still miserably failed... I just suck! I fail in every shit I do! Go to hell, Kelvin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109628540591716491?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109628540591716491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109628540591716491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109628540591716491' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109621792766011285</id><published>2004-09-26T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T01:06:37.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>leaves drifting&lt;br /&gt;scent in the air&lt;br /&gt;i'll always be protecting&lt;br /&gt;you through this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flowers withering&lt;br /&gt;the darkness creeps under&lt;br /&gt;we'll be persevering&lt;br /&gt;till our time is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you denise&lt;br /&gt;i love what you are&lt;br /&gt;i know that you knew this&lt;br /&gt;just want to say again lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109621792766011285?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109621792766011285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109621792766011285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109621792766011285' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109609438947560349</id><published>2004-09-25T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T14:39:49.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear it, with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;in the name of anything, I'll swear it hard&lt;br /&gt;that I will love you forever, through light and dark&lt;br /&gt;even till the day my life no longer spark&lt;br /&gt;i'll show you love and care&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happens, no matter where&lt;br /&gt;i'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;to protect you through this nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to tell u this...&lt;br /&gt;love ya denise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109609438947560349?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109609438947560349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109609438947560349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109609438947560349' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109602545866139541</id><published>2004-09-24T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T19:30:58.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she's always mine&lt;br /&gt;you farkin swine!&lt;br /&gt;no way edward, no way!&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows you're gay!&lt;br /&gt;so now why dont u just fark off and go away!&lt;br /&gt;and not ruin our day&lt;br /&gt;thank-you-tt's-all-i-wanna-say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109602545866139541?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109602545866139541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109602545866139541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109602545866139541' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109507624237303140</id><published>2004-09-13T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T19:50:42.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspSo many things in my mind... Just can't stop thinking about those questions... Those burning questions... Who's Burst to her? Is Burst taking another place in her heart too? I don't know... Just thinking... Will she leave me if I stopped buying her gifts? Sometimes I just wonder, is she mine, or is she someone else's... I don't know... Just confused with all the stuff that's going on now... She's just so important to me... But... I'll be happy even if I'm half as important to her... But...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109507624237303140?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109507624237303140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109507624237303140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109507624237303140' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109326621281719976</id><published>2004-08-23T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:03:32.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThis afternoon I farking dug out your farking entry from my farking archive out of 11 thousand files, I farking cried when I read it again, I wanted to farking say sorry again, I farking called ur phone and it directed me to the farking mailbox. What the fark why me again?! Zech you farking hell went offline before I farking sent you the farking entry, before I farking explained any farking shit, before I even farking continued with what I was going to say, you got the farking wrong idea and you farking told Lyn whatever stuff?! I told you to farking wait, I SWEAR I TOLD YOU TO FARKING WAIT YOU FARK TARD AND YOU FARKING WENT OFFLINE! Now I'm farking in the farking fault. You asked me whether Lyn blocked, I saw her offline so I said "I think she blocked me too" doesn't mean she farking DID block me because I don't farking know! I said she used to like me, just like I like Cassie, Apple, Terry, Aaron, Ashraf, Edson and all my other friends, because these few days I got the feeling that Lyn farking hates me. I said LIKE not LOVE me you would know what I farking mean if you farking read the farking entry I was about to send before you went offline. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspAnd Lyn, fine, I'm a farking liar, get it?! I'm a farking liar. I decided to tell you the farking truth because sooner or later you will find out, but what, now I'm a farking liar, so if I continued to lie, I won't be a farking liar? Fine! I'm such a farking asshole liar, I'm such a hypocrite, I'm such a shithead, I talk so much crap that I don't know what the fark is going on, I can't belief I farking cried when I farking read that message, I can't belief you wrote that, I can't belief I'm crying now because of you, I know you did alot for me, I know, I always knew... But you've changed... You're no longer like the same Lyn from the past, I don't know already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109326621281719976?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109326621281719976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109326621281719976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109326621281719976' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109257661825157083</id><published>2004-08-16T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T23:42:32.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspWhenever I thought of her, I will think of that day... When there was a heavy rain... The roads were flooded by the violent thunderstorm... I was in a bus going towards the old folks home... I was holding my phone... Then it rang... Showing a familiar name at the little screen...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThen I would remember the day... When it was dark... Standing by the window, staring into the dark sky... Visibility shrouded by the great storm... I held the phone, waiting for a miracle... Then it rang... And the same familiar name flashed on the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspNot long before that will I remember... Lying on the bed... The comfortable bed... With a thick blanket for warmth... Then the phrase would flash into my mind... "What if I say it's you?"... Then I would remember I was the second... And Gabriel was on top...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThen I would get angry, and sad, and all the stuff mixed up... Hmmm... Yeah... Although now it's a different story... Sometimes... I'll still somehow feel like that... Weird, haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109257661825157083?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109257661825157083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109257661825157083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109257661825157083' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109257552006217578</id><published>2004-08-04T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T23:48:47.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspI saw ghost at my house sia... It was a guy, like injured like that, then he ran out of my room. Then my mom saw a grey white small rabbit figure run out of my room... Then at night I sleeping something tickle my foot I saw a tenticle thing, like hand like that... My room getting funnier and funnier everyday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109257552006217578?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109257552006217578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109257552006217578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109257552006217578' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109128495919355174</id><published>2004-07-31T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T22:42:39.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspToday work totally sucks like shitty hell lor... Crazy manager my pants so damn high already still tell me pull higher what "Kelvin I told you many many times PULL YOUR PANTS HIGH! You either KEEP THE PANTS or KEEP THE JOB!"... What the fish lor... Then fine I pull up my pants never even say anything... Later talk so soft until I cannot hear, I ask her again she shout "I SAID FILET 6 PULL! ONE MORE TIME I SEND YOU HOME UNDERSTAND?!" like hell I think the out-doors lobby also can hear... What the hell my fault ah!? I supposed to go home I stay extra hour help her STILL SCOLD ME LIKE THAT... Bloody basket think she damn big lar, if I go home Aunty MM how to handle!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109128495919355174?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109128495919355174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109128495919355174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109128495919355174' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109092828847891814</id><published>2004-07-27T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T19:38:08.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspToday very funny sia... I keep talking crap to Mr.Ho... Hahaha... In class starting I was sleeping then he say "Kelvin!" then I woke up, then he said "Where is your textbook!" then I say "In my bag"... Then he open and see, nothing, haha, then he say "Get out of my class now"... So I was sitting outside lor... Then I keep talking to this Benjamin then Mr.Ho keep scolding... Then I talk again, he scold me, then I say "I was talking to my watch lar!"... Then in the end I keep quiet already lor... Then Benjamin took my watch, then I grabbed it back... And Mr. Ho thought I was talking again so he shout at me, then he come here say what "Stand up now" then I say "Errr why?" then he say "I am bringing you to see Mr Lak and call down your father" then I was like O.O! OMG! Then I sit down don't move, he say "Stand up!" again... Then I never move... He shout very loud "I order you to stand up!" then suddenly I got this crap in my mind so I replied "Order me ah, I only accept credit card payments" Then he -_-"... Then I go down the stairs that time he walk so fast then say what "You slow motion is it?!" then I replied "Then you leh, speedhack is it?!"... Then he -_-"... I look at my watch and say "Stupid gay anyhow scold me, where got like that one, what the hell, crazy idiot!" then Mr.Ho turn around he say "Pardon me?!" then I say "None of your business lar, can't you let me talk in peace with my watch?!" then he -_-" and continue walking... He tell me wait for him till period end then I sit outside general office for like 1hr... Then later outside the general office I saw Ken Chu and 5 other people there... They all kana for smoking or something... Then this Ken Chu friend damm funny, he call his dad and say something like "Hello dad I need your help, later if the teacher call me... SHUT UP AND LISTEN LA... later if the teacher call me right, say last week we go to market and... CB LISTEN LA... say we last week go market and buy fruits then you buy cigarettes for yourself... any fruit say banana or rambutan or watermelon or apple or orange or... YOU MUST HELP ME LAH LATER I GET PROBATION I KICK UR ASS THEN YOU KNOW... say you put... FK U LAR *hangs the phone*" Hahaha so funny okay that Ken Chu friend I keep laughing, hahaha... Then later halfway Mdm Yeolan get scolded by the Recycling Company guy then she so scared she run to Major Lee, haha! Then later Mr.Ho come down with Jun Hong and he said something like "Jun Hong bring the box inside, Kelvin follow me I going to call both of your parents" then I was like O.O OMG DIE! Then I stand up and when Mr.Ho went into the general office I turn my head and run, LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109092828847891814?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109092828847891814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109092828847891814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109092828847891814' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109047551636090337</id><published>2004-07-22T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T13:51:56.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspLoL now I'm in the computer lab in my school to find some kind of Racial Harmony thingie! LoL so sianz sia, later then post again got teacher here, bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109047551636090337?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109047551636090337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109047551636090337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109047551636090337' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109041572738669382</id><published>2004-07-21T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T21:15:27.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspReal love is feeling like being a part of that person's&lt;br /&gt;life almost isn't enough. It's more like a feeling that&lt;br /&gt;you would live in the same skin with them if you could&lt;br /&gt;and share every thought, heart beat, and emotion as one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109041572738669382?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109041572738669382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109041572738669382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109041572738669382' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109041554736704298</id><published>2004-07-21T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T21:16:21.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspWhy walk a thousand miles, climb the highest mountains, swim the deepest seas? I'd rather be always right beside you when you need me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109041554736704298?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109041554736704298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109041554736704298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109041554736704298' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-109031988948396193</id><published>2004-07-20T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T19:56:01.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspFinally completed this hell template with a freaking Notepad... From bloody scratch... My brain nearly bursted when I can't get the CascadingStyleSheets to fit properly... Hahaha! How is this new template? Haha... Okay, okay... I know my skills sucks...&amp;nbsp;Hahaha! So bored, whatcha doing now? I'm going to play Day of Defeat soon! So fun! Hahaha, I think I go play now already, later then come back, so... Bubbye peoplez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-109031988948396193?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109031988948396193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/109031988948396193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109031988948396193' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108980930434781415</id><published>2004-07-14T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T20:48:24.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspEveryone says you only fall in love once but thats not true, everytime I hear your voice I fall in love all over again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108980930434781415?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108980930434781415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108980930434781415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108980930434781415' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108972948422267848</id><published>2004-07-13T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T22:38:04.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspLove begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, ends with a tear... When you were born, you were crying, and everyone around you was smiling... Live your life so that when you die, you're the one smiling, and everyone around you is crying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108972948422267848?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108972948422267848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108972948422267848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108972948422267848' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108951642540707775</id><published>2004-07-11T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T11:28:00.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspHeyz, so long didn't update my blog already, how're you guys? Haha hope you guys're (guys refers to both boys and girls) fine, haha! I'm so bored, and today I have to work... Ow... Hahaz... My rabbits came out of the cage and ran all over the entire storey... Early in the morning my neighbour rang my doorbell... I opened the door, only to find the entire cage empty! Woah scare me manz, I went around the entire storey catching all the rabbits... Luckily they didn't jump down the block..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108951642540707775?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108951642540707775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108951642540707775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108951642540707775' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108918967368526938</id><published>2004-07-07T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T16:41:13.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspCreating new blog templates with notepad's really hell, manz! I'm having some 38.2º fever... Headache manz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108918967368526938?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108918967368526938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108918967368526938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108918967368526938' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108911143561347365</id><published>2004-07-06T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T18:58:57.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspHeyz, re-edited the blog... should look better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108911143561347365?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108911143561347365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108911143561347365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108911143561347365' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108909737306458001</id><published>2004-07-06T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T15:02:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspHey hey, how's this new template? I made it from scratch... Okay I know, it sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108909737306458001?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108909737306458001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108909737306458001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108909737306458001' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108859743091610422</id><published>2004-06-30T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T20:10:30.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspLife's full of anger, hatred, sadness, betrayal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108859743091610422?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108859743091610422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108859743091610422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108859743091610422' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108851827228005110</id><published>2004-06-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T22:11:12.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspWow, what a way to tell me I suck and to stop trying huh? Even to the extent of telling people to tell lies for you? You don't have to lie, just to make me stop. You can just shove the words into my head yourself... Now I don't care anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108851827228005110?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108851827228005110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108851827228005110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108851827228005110' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108800077225924778</id><published>2004-06-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T22:26:12.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspBored huh? Dad's mad again, crazy... Don't know what's his problem again... My birthday simply sucks, I didn't even hear a "Happy Birthday"... The only Happy Birthdays were from Apple, Cassie, Denise they all... And they said it in MSN... Not even a single present, haha... Then went to play in MacDonalds, made Filet-o-Fish and dropped some on the floor... Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108800077225924778?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108800077225924778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108800077225924778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108800077225924778' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108738809352454381</id><published>2004-06-16T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T18:59:41.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Corrs - Summer Sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it’s changing, I stay the same &lt;br /&gt;I’m a solo cello outside a chorus &lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a secret, &lt;br /&gt;It’s time for me to tell that you’ve been keeping me warm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sweet beginnings and bitter endings &lt;br /&gt;In coffee city, we borrowed heaven &lt;br /&gt;Don’t give it back, I’ve never felt so wanted &lt;br /&gt;Are you taking me home? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you have to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus) &lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I miss you like nobody else &lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I kiss you, and nobody needs to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you’ve left me, there’s no returning &lt;br /&gt;I keep comparing, you’re always winning &lt;br /&gt;I try to be strong but you’ll never be more wanted &lt;br /&gt;Will you make me at home? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you have to go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus) &lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I miss you like nobody else &lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I kiss you, and nobody needs to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya da... ya da... ya da &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sweet beginnings and bitter endings &lt;br /&gt;In coffee city, we borrowed heaven &lt;br /&gt;Don’t give it back &lt;br /&gt;Winter is coming and I need to stay warm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus) &lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I miss you like nobody else &lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I kiss you, and nobody knows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus) &lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I miss you like nobody else &lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I kiss you, and nobody needs to know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108738809352454381?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108738809352454381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108738809352454381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108738809352454381' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108738750606642190</id><published>2004-06-16T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T20:05:06.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspFine, it's like, if you dont belief me, then fine, anything, I didn't do anything, no nonsense no nothing, don't belief me? Anything already, I tried to explain everything you still like that, I've got nothing to say already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108738750606642190?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108738750606642190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108738750606642190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108738750606642190' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108730587000816125</id><published>2004-06-15T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T21:24:30.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspFinally smuggled the whole XBox out of my sister's room... She always had her room locked so I wasn't able to grab the XBox... Haha! Feel like going to my friend's house now haha... But it's already so late... Haha... Whatcha doing? LoL what am I typing... Crap again ah, LoL! Now I can enjoy XBox on my big TV in the living room woohoo! Hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108730587000816125?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108730587000816125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108730587000816125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108730587000816125' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108730548205018003</id><published>2004-06-15T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T21:18:02.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThese few days I seem so happy, don't know for what reason... Oh ya, haha, today I fried the pot... LoL! I was cooking instant noodle then I forgot all about it because I was playing Warcraft and I was on the phone, then after that I smell smoke... I thought it was nothing so I continued to play... After half an hour I went to the kitchen and the whole piece of noodle was on fire LoL! And the pot cracked I think... The handle of the pot melted... I immedietly turned off the fire LoL... Then I can feel the heat from the pot half a metre away... So I didn't touch it... Instead I threw a piece of ice on the pot... And guess what happened, the whole ice instantly became water and boil... After 5 seconds it disappeared! Woah! Madness! Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108730548205018003?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108730548205018003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108730548205018003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108730548205018003' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108704268722101614</id><published>2004-06-12T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T20:06:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspI understand how you feel... I know... It's like, you tried all your best, gave it all you've got, but still got nothing in return, right...? I've got the idea a long time ago... Yet I acted like I didn't know anything... Sorry for hurting you in the many ways I've did... I know you'll never treat me like the "Kelvin" in the past, but to me, you will always be the same from the start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night sitting on a tree...&lt;br /&gt;Watching animals running free...&lt;br /&gt;Tunes, I started humming...&lt;br /&gt;Then I started wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I like this...&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world this is...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just here ruining the peace...&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a promise with my friend...&lt;br /&gt;Not to fight, till time ends...&lt;br /&gt;Because of that promise with the friend...&lt;br /&gt;I quitted the stupid gang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, now my friend is avoiding me...&lt;br /&gt;Walked away... So silently...&lt;br /&gt;This friend's always been protecting me...&lt;br /&gt;Walked away... Disappointedly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't lose a precious friend... Sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108704268722101614?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108704268722101614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108704268722101614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108704268722101614' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108662515637535010</id><published>2004-06-08T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T00:19:16.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspHey didn't update for a long time already, how are you guys? Today went out with Amanda, Jia Wen, Li Wen and Cedric... I don't know what, I was playing WarcraftIII halfway when Amanda called and say want to go watch movie, I asked what time so she said "NOW" so I was like O.O?! Then she say want Cedric go along also, okay so she called Cedric... After that Cedric called and ask me so I blah blah blah... And after that Amanda told me to go down... I thought is under my block... She meant the bus stop... So I was standing under my block until Cedric popped out of nowhere. Then we went to sit on the "Mount Everest" to wait for Amanda... Then she called Cedric and told him to go to the bus stop... Woah we ran to the bus stop and missed the bus! Crap! Jia Wen, Amanda and Li Wen alighted at the bus stop waiting for us -_-"... So we say "hihi" or something and took a 16... Then spin one big big big round and end up back at the KFC... After that we alighted at Lavender and took a MRT to Dhoby Ghaut or something... Then went up to Plaza Singapura and realised that we were late... So we decided to check at Orchard... Took the train to some don't-know-what place... Came down and went to Heeren... Went upstairs and Cedric started whining about not being able to go watch because he needed to buy food for his mom... So Amanda was so pissed off she went to her mom's office... In the end we went to take neoprints... We all took twice except for Li Wen... She took thrice, 3rd time with St Gabriel people... After that went to Burger King and Cedric went missing... Then when I was eating, so much food came out of my mouth! Then Jia Wen talked about the waterfall... Hahaha! And Reservior! Haha... Then later Cedric called and said that he went home -_-"... After that we went around awhile then went to take bus back... 3 of us took the same bus... So Li Wen was like, "Ehhh send me home leh! You both send me home lah!" then I was like... "Err..."... But in the end I missed my stop so... Okay lor... Then me and Jia Wen alighted at Li Wen stop... And Li Wen went home... So I went to Gelare Cafe with Jia Wen and I was like damn blur... Then I got myself a Mocha Ice Regular and started walking and walking and walking and walking... Then after walking around 1 and a half stops we realised, "Er... Why are we walking?"... LoL! So we took a taxi... Went to her house... Then she went out... And so I told the uncle "Pine Close" which is where my house is... But he drove to "Pine Grove"! What the &lt;strong&gt;heaven&lt;/strong&gt; (EDIT: oops) wasted like $5... Then in the end reached home damn late... Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108662515637535010?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108662515637535010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108662515637535010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108662515637535010' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108588628260027053</id><published>2004-05-30T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T11:04:42.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspI offed my 2pid phone before giving it to that Miss Lee... She go and turn on or something... That Liwen or someone, I forgot who, told me that my phone was off that day but it was on the next day... ABCD lar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108588628260027053?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108588628260027053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108588628260027053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108588628260027053' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108588619697189753</id><published>2004-05-30T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T11:03:16.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspWhy's everyone asking the same question... "Why is your phone still on when it's confiscated?"... I said I don't know! You all go ask Miss Lee lar... Steal my phone!... Now everyone thinks I'm ignoring them... What the hell... Even my mom thought I don't want to pick up her calls... Help lar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108588619697189753?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108588619697189753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108588619697189753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108588619697189753' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108573237723221580</id><published>2004-05-28T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T16:19:37.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspI'm never gonna forgive that asshole again. Everytime I farking forgive him, he'll climb over my farking head again. He thinks he's damn big but he's damn farking small and damn farking immature so why don't he just farking shut his motherfarking mouth and farking get his stinking son of a bitch ass back to his Indonesia! Immature son of a bitch, short freak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108573237723221580?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108573237723221580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108573237723221580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108573237723221580' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108546689106212534</id><published>2004-05-25T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:34:51.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I look like fukkin shit then you don't want to talk to me then say lah! Don't have to call me despo behind my fukkin back right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108546689106212534?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108546689106212534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108546689106212534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108546689106212534' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108546674071224838</id><published>2004-05-25T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:32:20.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspFreaking hell I'm SICK AND TIRED of being called a desperado when I'm just fukkin talking the way I fukkin normally do! Freaking hell crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108546674071224838?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108546674071224838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108546674071224838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108546674071224838' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108539849345063012</id><published>2004-05-24T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T19:34:53.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThe air was filled with a low humming noise as the amorphous figure approached... The miners stared in fright, frozen with terror... The dark wobbling figure approached a miner, too afraid to run, tightly grasping the specially designated mining pick, he managed to let off a squeak before getting consumed by the large shadowy figure...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp"Run!" a miner screamed... The rest of the miners dropped their picks and ran to the tiny opening at the unstable surface of the large asteroid. The shuttle approached, frantically picking up the helpless miners.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThe battered air-tight door closed tightly shut right before the amorphous substance caught up. The men let off a sigh of relief, but their endless job was far from done...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp"What's happening to the door!" one of the miners screamed, pointing to the bright silver shuttle door. The other workers gasped with their jaws wide open as the shuttle door began to throb. The door began to scream in a red glow as it throbbed faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThe workers continued to stare at the door as it liquidified...&lt;br /&gt;*To be continued*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108539849345063012?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108539849345063012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108539849345063012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108539849345063012' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108529532370761099</id><published>2004-05-23T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T14:55:23.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes, from my infamous composition, comes out...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThe wind suddenly rose... I held the rough and distorted handle of the large claymore firmly in my hand, aged and battered by the many wars I've faced... The intensity of the light seemed stronger as watched from afar, looking at the war-hardened soldiers of the opposing force...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThe battlecries hummed in chorus as the drums were hammered by massive drumsticks, almost as thick as clubs, held in a pair of muscular arms. "Ready your bows!" the General commanded in a fierce voice. The archers pulled out an arrow from each of their quivers and loaded it into their bows. "Aim!" the next command was given, the archers lifted their bows and directed it towards the herd of soldiers charging towards them. The floor vibrated violently, as if they've been hit by an earthquake, as the menacing enemies came closer... The archers seemed fearless as they concentrated their aim on the enemies... "Fire at will!" the commander screamed, and a hail of arrows rained the enemies, as if they've been hit by a massive arrow-storm... Seconds later, two massive moulten rock were seen catapulted through the air. Reducing a dosen of soldiers into gore, staining the hot desert sand red...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspI was commanded to charge forward... I was in pure ecstacy as I saw my comrades die before my very eyes... Terrified cries filled the air as the raging war went on... I stood in the middle of the mess, not knowing what should I do...&lt;br /&gt;*I lost the other papers... Wait till I find the rest first...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108529532370761099?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108529532370761099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108529532370761099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108529532370761099' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108497319935090393</id><published>2004-05-19T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T21:30:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Withering in death&lt;br /&gt;On the scorching ground&lt;br /&gt;Like no one cares&lt;br /&gt;He'll die before he's found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to scream&lt;br /&gt;No one replied&lt;br /&gt;He thought he was going to win&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect to see heaven's light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant pounders quaked the floor&lt;br /&gt;The creature said good bye&lt;br /&gt;And he was reduced to gore&lt;br /&gt;It's time for the ant to die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108497319935090393?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108497319935090393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108497319935090393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108497319935090393' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108496553346028049</id><published>2004-05-19T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T19:24:50.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you think? The never-ending air it had been attached with to do, the impact the word which has been desired truly... Being filled up, the feelings doing to shake, living in the depths of heart, the world insecure me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just it paints a little than the human skin to be, wind beat it keeps accelerating... Talking distant future, you looked at the vague profile... It accompanies together to the hinterland of dream, going, this body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pistol of the name, love penetrates center of the chest... When it is the running pulling sensible how many meanings do not have... Pulling the trigger, love, the heart which freezes penetrating... The love being to ahead the finger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think? the person you have forgotten being, the coin of the silver which it does and without either true meaning... Becoming heavy with the drop of the jewel tear which shines sluggishly it kept shining... The strength it is be able to crush, knowing, it was never lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything losing, it dissolved in the sigh dawn which the plain gauze anticipates... In this town dollar which shines in the hand where do not stand in many parts... The courage to which the thinking which is left gives is tightly grasped, closing... Opening with the heart which shakes, you laughed at the azure sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your imaginations render the meaning of this doing... Unlimited amounts of images drawn by... Flashing past your face... I just felt like typing this all of a sudden... Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108496553346028049?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108496553346028049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108496553346028049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108496553346028049' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108469267432507049</id><published>2004-05-16T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T15:31:14.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspOops I forgot about Gabby's birthday forgot to say Happie Bday to him... Aiyah Happy Bday Gabriel! Hehes... At first when I saw the Americans abuse the Iraqi prisoners I was like "Ehh... Why the Americans so cruel onez..." But after watching the video of the man get decapitated... I've changed my mind... TORTURE THE DAMN PRISONERS AND MAKE SURE ALL OF THEM DIE BEFORE THEY EVER GET THE CHANCE TO KILL ANOTHER CIVILIAN! Cruel son of a beeches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108469267432507049?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108469267432507049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108469267432507049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108469267432507049' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108434076416940838</id><published>2004-05-12T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T13:46:04.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspSianz already lar... So sianz you know... Nothing else I can do to help in this thing liao... It's only time... Time... Just have to wait... Wait and wait... Sick and tired of life sia! Very sickening... Now my exams surely fail, I'll surely go to Normal next year... Then I'll surely fail in my future... No one wants to hire me... Then I get thrown away into the garbage dump... Then stay in the toilet bowl the rest of my life... Always trying to act happy... Only hide in the toilet then can be sad... How awful... Come out must act happy again... At least I still can make other people happy by talking crap... But it's still sickening... Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108434076416940838?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108434076416940838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108434076416940838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108434076416940838' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108401694041837056</id><published>2004-05-08T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T19:53:29.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspGotten a couple of Animes recently... Very nice, especially Vandread! Haha so nice I can't get my eyes off the screen, haha! Dita... Kawaeii! Hibiki... Mr Alien, LoL! Hehez... Today had the Chinese Listening Comprehension... Sucks! Haha I think I'll fail for good... Then go to Normal Academic... &gt;.&lt;... "Is Mr Alien tired? Do you think he is tired?"... Is SHE tired, do you think SHE's tired? Don't know... Then that Denise told me to talk to her like how I talk to Cassandra, Apple and the rest... Then I talk normally mah, say "Hi"... Usually Cassie will reply "Yoz Wasside" and Apple will reply "Hi" or something... Then Denise no responce onez... How am I suppose to talk to her like I'm talking to Cassie, Apple and the others when she doesn't talk like them... Or am I just getting weirder and weirder or something, LoL nevermind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108401694041837056?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108401694041837056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108401694041837056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108401694041837056' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-1083759825889042</id><published>2004-05-05T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T20:28:10.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspDamn hell what the heck is wrong with me manz... What the heck?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-1083759825889042?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/1083759825889042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/1083759825889042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#1083759825889042' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108375223415313218</id><published>2004-05-05T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T18:21:39.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay that was weird... Again the same "I don't know you" thing again =_="...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108375223415313218?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108375223415313218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108375223415313218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108375223415313218' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108374327609024854</id><published>2004-05-05T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T15:52:20.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspListening to this dumb song N.E.R.D - She Wants to Move on Perfect10... Damn irritating the way they sing... Like gay... Then later Sean Paul come... Like indian song... Damn lar the whole Perfect10 getting ruined by them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108374327609024854?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108374327609024854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108374327609024854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108374327609024854' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108366336242544201</id><published>2004-05-04T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T17:41:44.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspHaha today after school went to walk around Parkway... First we went Burger King... Then I ate Double Mushroom Swiss... Nice! Then later went to Roxy Square to look for a gangfight... Heard there is one... Then later got myself a new necklace, nice tribal design! Then saw Lynette... Call her then she walk away... Haha... Then later went back to Parkway and walk the whole building and came down again... Then went up and came down again... Then later go Library... Saw Gerald! Gerald ah Gerald... Become pai kia liao! I say "Eh you Gerald ah?" then he say "Oh you fucker ah?" then I "..." Wah lao scold me sia! For nothing... Then I walk past him... He suddenly so short... Then I laugh like hell... Then he say "Wah laugh what laugh, laugh your cb laugh, you chap where one?! You chap where one?!" then I say "I chap The Hood" then he say "Simi The Hood, louya sai, I chap 369, you watch out"... Then I look out of the window and say "There I watching out" LoL! Then he also laugh, LoL! Then later went back to Parkway... Then run run run until like hell haha... Then went home... Then nothing to do so I wrote this blog entry lor... LoL! Haha... I be right backy, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108366336242544201?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108366336242544201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108366336242544201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108366336242544201' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108358916677083380</id><published>2004-05-03T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T21:03:41.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspYoz, what's up... So bored now... Just now got mass mob conversation, big big conversation... So many people haha... But that's not the most I've seen though... Haha... Then talk to Gabriel... Haha... Then Denise went barbecueing... Don't know where haha... Now I listening to Perfect 10, All hits, All day! Haha... Dedicated don't know how many times liao... Not even once approved... Aww... Haha now chatting with Apple... Cannot fit into blender... Aww... I let out all the rabbits... And I think they waste-material-ed all over the floor again... Ouch... They so smart... Once I open the food container all jumping like mad rabbits... Haha... So cute! *Hugz* Cute! Hahaz! Haha just now went to ATM and tranfered... A hell lot of money to make payment for the order... So expensive haha! Must save 5 days to get that money manz! Don't know what to do now so bored... SMSed around and no one seem to bother to reply... Hehez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108358916677083380?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108358916677083380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108358916677083380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108358916677083380' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108349910968433937</id><published>2004-05-02T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T20:03:18.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspHaha that's alot better... Hmmm... Added new graphics and the Friends section haha... Now I'm so bored, waiting for the Gunbound game to end so I can play hahaz... What you doing? Oops... I typed that phrase too much even here also type, haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108349910968433937?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108349910968433937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108349910968433937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108349910968433937' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108349462143804667</id><published>2004-05-02T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T18:51:14.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspTouched up the blog a little, how's this? Hehe... I still missed the previous blog, haha! But this one saves more time I guess... Hmm... Okayz, now I've done all the settings... Time to publish this blog... And tell everyone about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108349462143804667?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108349462143804667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108349462143804667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108349462143804667' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880062.post-108349072452286576</id><published>2004-05-02T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T18:02:03.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspHahas, today I decided to change to Blogger because I'm tired of typing out the messy HTML codes. This is quite cool and everything's automated... Great! Was eating sugar just now... And got a little hyperactive again... Hope I don't get hyperactive, haha! Was playing with my rabbits when one of them ate my finger... LoL! Awhile later I was playing Gunbound with Maxim... And I was laughing away... LoL! The way he play is damn funny! I keep laughing like hell! And occasionally he even shot himself with the Bigfoot's SS... LoL! Made Denise very angry! Ouch... It's not I don't want to buy, it is just that the ordering takes a very long time to process... Sorry lar!... And I wonder why Lynette isn't online for like 10 years already! I got blocked or something I think... Haha I think I'm going back to play Gunbound already... Nothing else to play... Blog again later... Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880062-108349072452286576?l=kelvin1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108349072452286576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880062/posts/default/108349072452286576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin1990.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108349072452286576' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239253989617744542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
