<?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-8002858211208991357</id><updated>2011-07-08T22:43:13.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Citrus</title><subtitle type='html'>So Sour, yet So Sweet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-532651608597320422</id><published>2010-04-16T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:00:01.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The closer you are, the further you feel</title><content type='html'>:-) I knew this and i knew it so well. Sometimes it's better to be at a distance than try to step ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-532651608597320422?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/532651608597320422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=532651608597320422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/532651608597320422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/532651608597320422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2010/04/closer-you-are-further-you-feel.html' title='The closer you are, the further you feel'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-8454102064720450284</id><published>2010-03-30T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:51:15.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wisdom is not by seeing how shallow others are, True wisdom is by seeing how shallow self is and knowing what self doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You are wise not by saying he's stupid but collect and learn what the stupid is capable of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"WISE" is when &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; knows complicated things, "Shallow" is when &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; know small general things, True wisdom is when you try to know everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Learn without thinking begets  ignorance. Think without learning is dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Arrogance portrays the shallow, True wisdom presents the humble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-8454102064720450284?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/8454102064720450284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=8454102064720450284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8454102064720450284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8454102064720450284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2010/03/wisdom-is-not-by-seeing-how-shallow.html' title=''/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-8908147395748908829</id><published>2010-03-17T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:19:37.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, is part of the living process,&lt;br /&gt;Learning, gathers what living means,&lt;br /&gt;Preparing, allows the worst to fall upon the living,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living&lt;/span&gt; is about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting&lt;/span&gt; for the result while &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learning&lt;/span&gt; whats around, thus, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparing&lt;/span&gt; for what's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tends to ask themselves always "Where's god?", "Can god help me?", "What's god doing when i'm suffering?" and "Will god forgive me for what i've done?". But not to be forgotten to ask yourself how did you come to stand wherever you are? If he had ever left you, you will not be where you are. He had never left you, he will never leave you. Everything that happened, it happened for a reason. Be happy it happened, and you will see beyond the dark clouds that the clear blue sky is waiting for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-8908147395748908829?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/8908147395748908829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=8908147395748908829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8908147395748908829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8908147395748908829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2010/03/living-waiting-is-part-of-living.html' title=''/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-4171996433261863067</id><published>2010-03-04T11:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:25:59.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cl053R t0 @N 3Nd, M3@n5 D@ cL053R To d@ N3W b3GiNnInG</title><content type='html'>Lately, lotsa people was tellin me that "We're comin to an end, what should I do? tell me pls, I don't want this to happen.". Well, being in the shoes of them i guess i would say that too as it is definitely hard in the beginning. However, after staying apart from "Those" trouble, i shall see it clearly as it is uneccessary to hide urself in one corner, torturing your own mentality for "Them" who doesnt worth your time and suffer. An end doesn't actually mean an end to us as we should always feel "we good to live(活着就好)", we shall see the new beginning beyond the 3nD. A Cl3@r BlU3 Sky shall appear after the Storm. Climb across the mountain, you shall see your piece of paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/S48n8VP5OyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/xvc9sbyirKo/s1600-h/paradise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/S48n8VP5OyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/xvc9sbyirKo/s320/paradise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444614391963663138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-4171996433261863067?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/4171996433261863067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=4171996433261863067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4171996433261863067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4171996433261863067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2010/03/cl053r-t0-n-3nd-m3n5-d-cl053r-to-d-n3w.html' title='The Cl053R t0 @N 3Nd, M3@n5 D@ cL053R To d@ N3W b3GiNnInG'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/S48n8VP5OyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/xvc9sbyirKo/s72-c/paradise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-8542606422093602943</id><published>2010-02-23T17:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:25:58.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the fallen dried leaf, the time passes. It will only touch the ground, never return to it's branch.</title><content type='html'>It's another year again, another new beginning or the nearer to ending. The fallen leaf brings upon beauty when dawn comes. See how it falls in beauty, see how it lays on the ground in beauty. Just as how we should see our live. See how we came to the world in such beauty and how we leave in beauty as the fallen leave will only continue falling till it reaches the ground and never return to it's branch. See our live in such beauty as we only live once. Not one moment stops for any reason. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year 2010! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/S4OegxIQcuI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1DHNAf5vl0M/s1600-h/3286887777_c94fcb33bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/S4OegxIQcuI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1DHNAf5vl0M/s320/3286887777_c94fcb33bd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441367060574663394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-8542606422093602943?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/8542606422093602943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=8542606422093602943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8542606422093602943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8542606422093602943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-fallen-dried-leaf-time-passes-it.html' title='As the fallen dried leaf, the time passes. It will only touch the ground, never return to it&apos;s branch.'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/S4OegxIQcuI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1DHNAf5vl0M/s72-c/3286887777_c94fcb33bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-6388839932497083991</id><published>2010-02-08T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:31:08.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>What do you think love can do? Do comment and your opinions :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-6388839932497083991?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/6388839932497083991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=6388839932497083991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6388839932497083991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6388839932497083991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2010/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-1061648757342766547</id><published>2010-02-04T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:43:47.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1'M N0T Y0U, 1 W1LL NVR KN0W Y0U L1K3 Y0U D0</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;*Living on means to go through the ups and downs, tasting the bitter and sweet. Neither me or you is an exception. &lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Learn to drop some sugar to the Coffee my friend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;别再说是谁的错, 让一切成灰.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't keep blaming, just let everything fade, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;除非放下心中的负累, 一切难以挽回.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learn to lay down the burden else you are just missing alot, my friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你总爱让往事跟随, 怕过去白费.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You my friend, just love the pasts to move along with you, afraid what happened is wasted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你总以为要体会人生, 就要多爱几回.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You always thought, to taste the bit of life, you shouldn't be letting off any chances.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thx to  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1&gt;遺憾 - 方炯鑌 lyrics&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a medium to speak to a friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Full Lyrics* &lt;a mce_href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1vViPLR0kk&amp;amp;feature=related" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1vViPLR0kk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Watch Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #0000ff;" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Fang Jiong Bin (A-Bin)- yi han 遗憾 Regrets lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt; 别再说是谁的错&lt;br /&gt;bie zai shuo shi shei de cuo &lt;br /&gt;让一切成灰&lt;br /&gt;rang yi qie cheng hui&lt;br /&gt;除非放下心中的负累&lt;br /&gt;chu fei fang xia xin zhong de fu lei &lt;br /&gt;一切难以挽回&lt;br /&gt;yi qie nan yi wan hui&lt;br /&gt;你总爱让往事跟随&lt;br /&gt;ni zong ai rang wang shi gen sui &lt;br /&gt;怕过去白费&lt;br /&gt;pa guo qu bai fei&lt;br /&gt;你总以为要体会人生&lt;br /&gt;ni zong yi wei yao ti hui ren sheng&lt;br /&gt;就要多爱几回&lt;br /&gt;jiu yao duo ai ji hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;与其让你在我怀中枯萎&lt;br /&gt;yu qi rang ni zai wo huai zhong ku wei &lt;br /&gt;宁愿你犯错后悔&lt;br /&gt;ling yuan ni fan cuo hou hui&lt;br /&gt;让你飞向梦中的世界&lt;br /&gt;rang ni fei xiang meng zhong de shi jie &lt;br /&gt;留我独自伤悲&lt;br /&gt;liu wo du zi shang bei&lt;br /&gt;与其让你在我爱中憔悴&lt;br /&gt;yu qi rang ni zai wo ai zhong qiao cui &lt;br /&gt;宁愿你受伤流泪&lt;br /&gt;ling yuan ni shou shang liu lei&lt;br /&gt;我非要你尝尽了苦悲&lt;br /&gt;wo fei yao ni chang jin le ku bei &lt;br /&gt;才懂真情可贵&lt;br /&gt;cai dong zhen qing ke gui&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-1061648757342766547?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/1061648757342766547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=1061648757342766547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1061648757342766547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1061648757342766547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2010/02/1m-n0t-y0u-1-w1ll-nvr-kn0w-y0u-l1k3-y0u.html' title='1&apos;M N0T Y0U, 1 W1LL NVR KN0W Y0U L1K3 Y0U D0'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-915916196525434055</id><published>2010-02-04T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:56:18.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1F Th3 0C3@N C0UlD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/S2pTYxlam-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gg3mr2xyHvQ/s1600-h/great-ocean-road1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/S2pTYxlam-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gg3mr2xyHvQ/s320/great-ocean-road1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434247585468160994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-DW7bZX8Jg"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果大海能够,唤回曾经的爱.&lt;br /&gt;就让我用一生等待.&lt;br /&gt;如果深情往事,你已不再留恋.&lt;br /&gt;就让它随风飘远.&lt;br /&gt;如果大海能够,带走我的哀愁.&lt;br /&gt;就象带走每条河流.&lt;br /&gt;所有受过的伤,所有流过的泪.&lt;br /&gt;我的爱……&lt;br /&gt;请全部带走.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从那遥远海边,慢慢消失的你,&lt;br /&gt;本来模糊的脸,竟然渐渐清晰.&lt;br /&gt;想要说些什么,又不知从何说起,&lt;br /&gt;只有把它防在心底.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[#]&lt;br /&gt;茫然走在海边,看那潮来潮去,&lt;br /&gt;徒劳无功,想把每朵浪花记清,&lt;br /&gt;想要说声爱你,却被吹散在风里.&lt;br /&gt;茫然回头,你在那里.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ocean is great and almighty i can say, it fills up our love, happiness, sorrow, hopes and lives. Looking out towards the ocean is like looking towards everything.  You feel of being hugged and surrounded, you could express and it just flushes to the middle of nowhere with the waves. The sound of waves and the smell of the ocean water makes it lively, as if it could understand. The ocean brought lives upon disappointment, took lives from lives. It's an unbounded space with lives and spirits. Look at it like nothing but everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-915916196525434055?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/915916196525434055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=915916196525434055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/915916196525434055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/915916196525434055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2010/02/1f-th3-0c3n-c0uld.html' title='1F Th3 0C3@N C0UlD'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/S2pTYxlam-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gg3mr2xyHvQ/s72-c/great-ocean-road1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-6483189076946298878</id><published>2010-02-01T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:06:50.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beautiful to feel</title><content type='html'>When you see, you see their faces turning mad at u, pointing fingers to u, frowning and staring at you. When you hear you hear them scolding you, shouting at you, nagging you, forcing you. It's so uncomfortable. Why not give it a try the other way round? Feel it, you'll feel that they cared for you, worried for you, they actually loved you. That makes you feel homely, comfort, secure and loved. :-) Feelings are always beautiful. *y'all know who i meant "they"*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-6483189076946298878?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/6483189076946298878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=6483189076946298878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6483189076946298878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6483189076946298878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-beautiful-to-feel.html' title='It&apos;s beautiful to feel'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-574657481757408153</id><published>2010-01-14T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:08:16.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0LD13S R3C@LL 0LD M3M0R13S</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tonight, my mind caught hold of the names of some oldies i've heard when young, the longer i stayed quiet, the more i recalled. Wonder what triggers my mind to. So i searched youtube for the songs and Tadaa!, it's right there. As i listened to them, loads of memories returned back when i was still a young kid who knows of just playing, eating, helping my parents and my own desires. It was 15 years behind, when i was still playing happily at my dad's factory. That was where we stayed together years back. Me, my brother, mom, dad, uncle, aunt and 3 of my little cousins(there are still 3 of them yet to be born). We were all staying in a classic, simple and comfortable place back then. We used to work together, play together and dine together. Arguments are unavoidable at times. Dad often play these songs loud in da room and we will be runnin around wit da kids downstairs whereby aunt and mom will be preparing food and uncle will usually be reading newspaper in the office. It was so harmony back then that i was still so young to even know what's the meaning of "Harmony". During CNY, grandparents will come along together with another aunt and her husband. As usual, the music are played loud, mom n aunts will be cookin, grandma will be talking to us, dad and uncle n grandpa will be reading newspapers. 15 years past just like a dream to me, just like a blink of an eye. Everything is now different, I'm now a grown child, so are the other kids, uncle is no longer with us nor asking me to company him for food, or playing fireworks with me anymore. Gramps are getting older, Mom and dad is getting more busy with daily work. We no longer stay together, my family moved to our own house for 9 years already, so is my aunt and her kids, uncle left us for somewhere really far, gramps aren't around as often, brothers and cousins are grown and more outgoing, i barely see them myself. Sometimes i asked myself, how did these 15 years passed? how did i not realised? how many precious things and people have i wasted? It hurts everytime I thought about it, but the memories are just so Beautiful. It remains for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqgfZ9okkGM]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBP_ONYHegQ&amp;amp;feature=related]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-574657481757408153?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/574657481757408153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=574657481757408153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/574657481757408153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/574657481757408153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2010/01/0ld13s-r3cll-0ld-m3m0r13s.html' title='0LD13S R3C@LL 0LD M3M0R13S'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-7467032200713964786</id><published>2010-01-13T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:58:20.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A$ W3 AR3 @GlN9</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When we were young, everything seems to be fine than now. Needless bother what's goin on around. When we were young, people seemed to be all around, everynight we slept sweet and sound. When we were young, schooling seems to be easier than now, friends seemed to be happier around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, as we are aging, everything seems to be a worry now. Cautious of what's happening around. As we are aging, more people around found to be buried under the ground, often hear people crying out sound. As we are aging, working is no longer for the sake of "now", buddies are no longer staying around, couples are always fools gathered around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How i wished people always gather around, for no worry of future and now, couples happily living and doesn't break their vow, everybody could sleep sweet and sound, kids are happily playing around, elderly aren't worried being buried to the ground, guys are happily working till dawn, girls are patiently waiting for their gown, no disease is spread around, politics stay stable on the ground, police do not need having extra rounds, no families will be having financial bounds. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-7467032200713964786?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/7467032200713964786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=7467032200713964786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7467032200713964786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7467032200713964786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2010/01/w3-ar3-gln9.html' title='A$ W3 AR3 @GlN9'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-5912967578044384539</id><published>2010-01-10T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:52:19.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A D@y t0 R3m3Mb3R D@ d3C3@SeD</title><content type='html'>He left us for 3 years. I was still young before he left us, didn't really had good times wit him. He was a nice person, only that he might be a little naive at times. Flashed back times spent with him, generous person who actually tried to get along with me as i grow but he just don't have much time. Wasn't really thinking of those earlier as I was young and didn't know how to communicate in return. The only thing i recall when i am getting into the pre-matured age is that I brought him to where he tasted good Lamb steak and it was during his final stage in life. He was suffering from therapy earlier and then got into very bad condition after. The last i could remember seeing him, he was in a very weak condition, which he could barely speak or even recognize people he knew. Was heart-piercing seeing him this way. Wasn't a bad guy and why do he need to suffer such pain? Life's unfair, we don't have a choice. He was an outgoing person and I no longer see him now and after. Wondering how would it be if he didn't have that disease? Is he much relieved now in the afterlife? Does Afterlife really exists? Or will he be happier if he is still alive now? My dear uncle, Never mentioned that when you lived. Did you know you're not forgotten? for what good you did to us, for how you always looked and acted. What's left from you to us now is just memories, good memories. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-5912967578044384539?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/5912967578044384539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=5912967578044384539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/5912967578044384539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/5912967578044384539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2010/01/dy-t0-r3m3mb3r-d-d3c3sed.html' title='A D@y t0 R3m3Mb3R D@ d3C3@SeD'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-4653593843940736106</id><published>2010-01-06T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:23:04.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Years that made me a "Jerk" to you. Im Sorry.</title><content type='html'>Trying to start from scratch where you n me actually felt comfortable for at least a friend. Well I didn't know how and why did it went wrong. Asked you but it never came to an answer. From strangers to someone we know, from someone we knew to friends, from friends to close, and from close it somehow reversed. Till now, i don't really get what are we. Tried to really get off hands and start from scratch and you somehow just said "Jerk" that stunned me for several minutes. How'd I really piss you off, I don't know. But that really struck very hard. Tried not to utter a word but I'd better leave to prevent more conflict. Knowing u 5 years making me a "Jerk" that i never expected myself to be towards a friend or maybe to a stranger as well.... I always thought being a bad person doesnt mean a bad friend, having bad attitude doesn't mean they're treating u bad. I never know if im a bad person or if i had bad attitudes. Sorry for this silly post ppl, just let me emo for the night and i'll be fine. gdnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-4653593843940736106?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/4653593843940736106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=4653593843940736106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4653593843940736106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4653593843940736106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2010/01/years-that-made-me-jerk-to-you-im-sorry.html' title='Years that made me a &quot;Jerk&quot; to you. Im Sorry.'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-5017697688592438820</id><published>2010-01-05T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:03:01.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 年</title><content type='html'>2010年都开始了， 东西都不一样了。 在也不是小孩了。 有人说她是长不大的小孩， 我确说是小孩多好。 也要开始寻找了， 寻找工作， 寻找金钱， 寻找人生究竟是为了什么， 寻找一生的伴女。 漫长的路途一眨眼， 也走了不少的路程。 有时还要往后看一看， 看下留了什么人， 什么东西。 新年快乐。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-5017697688592438820?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/5017697688592438820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=5017697688592438820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/5017697688592438820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/5017697688592438820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010 年'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-8690007295319119789</id><published>2009-12-30T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:57:29.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>回忆就有如留下的脚步，看得见却确带不走</title><content type='html'>Every moment of second does not happen for twice, we shall always see like a newly born baby, breathe like there's no air, feel like it never existed, love like there is no "myself". Eventually look back towards the foosteps left behind as u will never step back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回忆就有如留下的脚步, 脚步是留下最好的礼物, 脚步流得下但确不永恒, 珍惜确别流下遗憾.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Szrdkgf0A-I/AAAAAAAAAZs/2nMy6TbmzNY/s1600-h/footsteps-in-sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Szrdkgf0A-I/AAAAAAAAAZs/2nMy6TbmzNY/s320/footsteps-in-sand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420888720762209250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-8690007295319119789?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/8690007295319119789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=8690007295319119789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8690007295319119789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8690007295319119789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='回忆就有如留下的脚步，看得见却确带不走'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Szrdkgf0A-I/AAAAAAAAAZs/2nMy6TbmzNY/s72-c/footsteps-in-sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-1539434165938682375</id><published>2009-12-29T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:33:09.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a flash of time - 就在一刹那中</title><content type='html'>Were driving back in a jam situation. Many things came to my mind suddenly which then makes me feel tired later. Just when i was about to daydream, in that flash of time, i heard a lil &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"bup"&lt;/span&gt; sound with a lil shaky movement in my car. Everything i was thinking went off, and all i know i need to do is look infront and i see a car v near to my car which i know is that i bumped a little towards the person's car already. *Sigh* Nt again. Luckily it was just a little scratch and her broken plate. Payed to fix it. It was just that glance that i forgot what was playing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;By the Way, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"DEPARTURE"&lt;/span&gt; is a great movie i would urge all of u who sees this to watch. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Doing something others unwilling to do&lt;/span&gt; is a noble thing especially when you're doing welfare towards the deceased. A Huge Thank You in advance towards the person who will do it for me in future when i left. Last but not least Congrats to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YAP&lt;/span&gt; that won himself a hyundai car. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Szn2qoy9p6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/WiWrcY9czJk/s1600-h/departures-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Szn2qoy9p6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/WiWrcY9czJk/s320/departures-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420634838883215266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-1539434165938682375?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/1539434165938682375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=1539434165938682375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1539434165938682375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1539434165938682375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-flash-of-time.html' title='In a flash of time - 就在一刹那中'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Szn2qoy9p6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/WiWrcY9czJk/s72-c/departures-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-1820928571460818436</id><published>2009-12-25T19:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T09:29:57.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fallen Leaf Shall Return to It's Root - 落叶归根</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SzSuY1vwp3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/UuE3xun3e6I/s1600-h/DSC00407.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back towards the land where my blood originated for 5 days. PuTian, FuZhou, China, in a Village called Qin Zhong Village where my ancestors are form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1,&lt;/span&gt; everything was strange and different to me, met people i never knew, listening to language i never listened, surrounded by environment i've never been. Old people came to me calling me grandchild, youngsters came calling me brother when i feel strange but somehow related to. Me and my family then stayed in one of our relative's house where they borrowed us their rooms and cooked our delicious meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2,&lt;/span&gt; Our relatives again made us delicious meals that made me a little sorry for troubling them. Then we are brought to Mei Zhou Island for a tour and for lil prayers and offerings towards the God "Ma Zhu". We started taking pictures and got closer to one another that makes me feel more connected towards each. Next headed to town getting some souvenirs and back to the village. This time heading back to the village, something somehow struck me making me feel warm and belong to the village. Night had came, relatives come and go to pay us visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3,&lt;/span&gt; The day came whereby we had to get ready to burn offerings and perform prayers towards our ancestors burried on top of the hill. We climbed through high hills, cleared those grown grass, boys, girls, elderly and youngsters all came together without complain. It is an annual event where the "Whole" of the family will gather from different places to pay their respect and show their filial piety towards the deceased. Going back to the village this time we are going back as "One Family" bearing the same surname, same flow of blood, with the same culture and the same origin. Night arrived early as it is winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4,&lt;/span&gt; Figured the next day will be the day we have to "again" part with our family and go through the usual daily routine, everyone silent for a moment but picked up in a very short while. We were brought to the South Shaolin for visit and shopping places to shop for souvenirs. Before the night arrives, we reached back to get ready for the "Entire Family" reunion dinner which consists of approximately 100 people. The elderly cooked, the youngsters helped along whereby the kids are having fun playing by the side. As a guests and a "family", i was asked not to trouble myself by helping, therefore, I'm gathered around the kids and teach them what i knew. Kids started to hang around me very often. Where there are still certain names that floats in my mind often "weng yi na", "weng yi jing". The dinner begin, a total of 18 delicious dishes are served, we all sat together and ate as a "Family". It enhances the bond of "belonging" towards the village. "Although we're far away but we still flow the same blood", our spirit didn't leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5,&lt;/span&gt; It was the last morning during the period for us to spend in the village, our heart appeared heavy. I woke up very early in the morning hoping to not causing too much of a heavy heart for my relatives, cracking up a smile on my face. It all melted when i came down to the hall, "Weng Yi Jing" came telling me how his younger brother ages 4, woke up in the morning waiting for me by the gate calling me. Felt so bad i had to leave, hope i could stay to teach them more i could. I went over biding goodbye to the kids and went back preparing before the cab arrives. While preparing, relatives, old and young came by bringing us tons of food and souvenirs that comes up to 30kgs. We refused on the beginning but persuaded to accept after hours of persuasion. "We don't want you to bring anything back, as long as y'all are back with us, we are happier than ever." is what they said that caused my heart feeling heavier. The cab arrived, everyone came out biding us goodbye, hugging each with the heavy heart they said "Must come back often to pay us a visit. We'll never know how many more times we could meet. This is our root, where we belong, therefore never forget to come back." that struck my mind for the name "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;落叶归根&lt;/span&gt;"(The Fallen Leaf returns to the Root). With a heavy heart and a moving car we bidded everyone goodbye, a small group of them even booked another cab sending us to the airport, a journey of 1 hour 15 minutes. In the airport, we proceeded with all the necessary procedure and we are then bidded a teary goodbye by our relatives. A 7 hour of process(including 5 hours flight) and finally we returned to where we are again. Back to the square one. Always thinking when will be the next I'll return to where i belong again. 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cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SzSscP9XFtI/AAAAAAAAAX8/MjYL_TmL-7A/s320/DSC00151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419145852953761490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SzSsbvuQg7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/d6ndVViYT3A/s1600-h/DSC00125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SzSsbvuQg7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/d6ndVViYT3A/s320/DSC00125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419145844300481458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-1820928571460818436?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/1820928571460818436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=1820928571460818436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1820928571460818436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1820928571460818436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/12/fallen-leaf-shall-return-to-its-root.html' title='The Fallen Leaf Shall Return to It&apos;s Root - 落叶归根'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SzSuY1vwp3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/UuE3xun3e6I/s72-c/DSC00407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-4242077330147895363</id><published>2009-12-15T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:12:15.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Is Around The Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Christmas is around the corner my dear, what are your plans?" people asked me, suddenly, something struck to my mind. The younger I am, the more excited I am when christmas is near. I hope my parents would get me sth, bring me out somewhr, or maybe treat me a nice meal. Most kids hopes the same every christmas. Often I see children getting nice gifts from their family, as well they're brought to have fun on that day. That's the moment nothing matters more for them. :-) How happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SyenNgbCmVI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Zm9wW1G6lPc/s1600-h/Thomas_kennington_orphans_1885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SyenNgbCmVI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Zm9wW1G6lPc/s320/Thomas_kennington_orphans_1885.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415480927419799890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But have we stopped and think of the orphans in the orphanage or the handicapped in the welfare who even face diffculties to live their daily life rather than having fun? They don't have no family to hange around with, no one would thought of to get them a present, bring them out, or even treat them a nice dinner during christmas eve. Ever thought of the handicapped kids who are upset all year long and will be even worse when seeing everybody having fun but not them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To The Public:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Ever Forget The Difficult People Whenever We're Having Fun.&lt;br /&gt;Share What's Extra, Contribute Towards The Unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To The Unlucky:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are Not Forgotten, Merry Christmas :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-4242077330147895363?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/4242077330147895363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=4242077330147895363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4242077330147895363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4242077330147895363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-around-corner.html' title='Christmas Is Around The Corner'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SyenNgbCmVI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Zm9wW1G6lPc/s72-c/Thomas_kennington_orphans_1885.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-6468465408897230936</id><published>2009-12-15T14:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:43:22.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GooD DaY WitH GooD FooD n GooD MusiC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SycvFWa9iTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0u6bXIRgQDU/s1600-h/Canton+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SycvFWa9iTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0u6bXIRgQDU/s320/Canton+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415348845900826930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonder why, I just have that Holiday Mood already beginning today, feel like christmas is somewhr around the corner. Lalalala so i went for good food with one of my friend and had a got myself with a new MYMP album. It's Good of coz! Lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SycvFirsXHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IbzxsR7PjUI/s1600-h/Wanton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SycvFirsXHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IbzxsR7PjUI/s320/Wanton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415348849192230002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SycvFyinDuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/KBKc-XyAGi8/s1600-h/Goose+Noodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SycvFyinDuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/KBKc-XyAGi8/s320/Goose+Noodles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415348853449101026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SycvGY_odNI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0F1QfUcaOj0/s1600-h/Poridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SycvGY_odNI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0F1QfUcaOj0/s320/Poridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415348863771374802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-6468465408897230936?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/6468465408897230936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=6468465408897230936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6468465408897230936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6468465408897230936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-day-with-good-food-n-good-music.html' title='GooD DaY WitH GooD FooD n GooD MusiC'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SycvFWa9iTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0u6bXIRgQDU/s72-c/Canton+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-8413039808006165402</id><published>2009-12-11T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:11:19.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!! Hohoho. Here's a christmas present specially made for u</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SyG4Uc5gFQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QE3zfvQZhv8/s1600-h/Selfmade+Bookmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SyG4Uc5gFQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QE3zfvQZhv8/s320/Selfmade+Bookmark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413810888570311938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-8413039808006165402?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/8413039808006165402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=8413039808006165402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8413039808006165402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8413039808006165402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-hohoho-heres-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!! Hohoho. Here&apos;s a christmas present specially made for u'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SyG4Uc5gFQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QE3zfvQZhv8/s72-c/Selfmade+Bookmark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-6365180990335992097</id><published>2009-12-10T13:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:14:50.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should he be shopping at this moment???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SyCDwkstrmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/SvlhwOkdtKw/s1600-h/stnckl09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SyCDwkstrmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/SvlhwOkdtKw/s320/stnckl09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413471622607515234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else? SANTA CLAUSE of course! lolz. Wonder what will he get for da kids this year? Wonder if he faces financial crisis everyyear during this moment. lolz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-6365180990335992097?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/6365180990335992097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=6365180990335992097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6365180990335992097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6365180990335992097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/12/should-he-be-shopping-at-this-moment.html' title='Should he be shopping at this moment???'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SyCDwkstrmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/SvlhwOkdtKw/s72-c/stnckl09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-827804954043801102</id><published>2009-12-09T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:15:43.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossibility vs Silliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sx-_GpzPCWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/g-JH5gMlfYI/s1600-h/Sky_Reach_by_windcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sx-_GpzPCWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/g-JH5gMlfYI/s320/Sky_Reach_by_windcat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413255398143494498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes human beings are just silly. So silly that they would just close their damn eyes hoping that "Miracle please happen!", so silly that they would simply hope that "Time, Please past faster!", so silly that they might even sing the song "I Believe I can fly, I Believe I could touch the sky" when they know it is all impossible. IMPOSSIBLE. If they don't they can probably check it in a dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is He, so silly that he would do anything he could, so silly that he would stay infront whenever it takes and whatever it takes, so silly that he knew what he would get but it doesn't matter him. For something impossible before, now and never just like we'll never touch the sky. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-827804954043801102?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/827804954043801102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=827804954043801102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/827804954043801102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/827804954043801102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/12/impossibility-vs-silliness.html' title='Impossibility vs Silliness'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sx-_GpzPCWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/g-JH5gMlfYI/s72-c/Sky_Reach_by_windcat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-7598213289271233914</id><published>2009-12-09T08:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:19:10.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the Dream Again</title><content type='html'>Damn, it came again. She's so near this time. Did i actually not let it go or is it just coincidence? Anyway, have to start my day without remembering this. It's a Good Day today Kent!!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-7598213289271233914?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/7598213289271233914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=7598213289271233914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7598213289271233914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7598213289271233914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-dream-again.html' title='Its the Dream Again'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-6953566743932539478</id><published>2009-12-08T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:00:22.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pops to Bossa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sx3dCl6dQ3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/4Tz5Qqt5k3Y/s1600-h/08122009518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sx3dCl6dQ3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/4Tz5Qqt5k3Y/s320/08122009518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412725363775980402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Great Album I just Got! Pop songs sang in bossa style. PM me if u want the songs. Ripped and it's FRESH. LOLZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-6953566743932539478?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/6953566743932539478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=6953566743932539478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6953566743932539478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6953566743932539478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/12/pops-to-bossa.html' title='Pops to Bossa!'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sx3dCl6dQ3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/4Tz5Qqt5k3Y/s72-c/08122009518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-2634307617855264012</id><published>2009-12-07T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:18:14.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness, Appreciation, Fun, Contribution, Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SxyPctVkpcI/AAAAAAAAAWc/sNFJ5hr9MUc/s1600-h/world-aids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SxyPctVkpcI/AAAAAAAAAWc/sNFJ5hr9MUc/s320/world-aids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412358575561680322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SxyP-mcDr8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5TnzGlbpNbY/s1600-h/13358_191780758177_594438177_3131661_6226958_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SxyP-mcDr8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5TnzGlbpNbY/s320/13358_191780758177_594438177_3131661_6226958_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412359157825384386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all the people who joint the KLASS World AIDS Day event! Congrats and hereby represents part of the public(who wants to be represented) thx for contribution towards the society n public. Specially thx to da management(Dr. Ng, Yaw Wen, Chermaine KOH, Philax n others, n my teammates(team3), "aunty"(emily that pulls my ear), "aunty"'s fren(Janice that hits my head, if i recall, ps: sorry, my memory is poor), Rizal, Adrian, yunxuan n apart of dat ms.eggyolk, ashley, JB, Tifanny, cecelia, ms. Helmet Head Janice again(as thr r many janices) n many others(sorry i tried my best to rmb da names. But do rmb ur faces dun worry). Not to BE FORGOTTEN, the personwho invites me MS. HANY!!!!(*Clap!*). Thx y'all 4 all da sacrifices n efforts done. N sorry who is not tagged, this is becoz i havent added everyone i knw yet. LOLZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-2634307617855264012?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/2634307617855264012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=2634307617855264012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2634307617855264012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2634307617855264012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/12/thankfulness-appreciation-fun.html' title='Thankfulness, Appreciation, Fun, Contribution, Happiness'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SxyPctVkpcI/AAAAAAAAAWc/sNFJ5hr9MUc/s72-c/world-aids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-1764214204042923229</id><published>2009-11-17T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:21:45.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SwJPAJ00VcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/A3NKoVHopA0/s1600/15112009463%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SwJPAJ00VcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/A3NKoVHopA0/s320/15112009463%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404969366854063554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's true we don't know what we've got until its gone, but we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives." - Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-1764214204042923229?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/1764214204042923229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=1764214204042923229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1764214204042923229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1764214204042923229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/11/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SwJPAJ00VcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/A3NKoVHopA0/s72-c/15112009463%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-7843325295889079329</id><published>2009-09-20T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:24:38.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIMELESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SrWgaOR_ccI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LcEeegduZq0/s1600-h/Star1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SrWgaOR_ccI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LcEeegduZq0/s320/Star1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383385301961896386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-7843325295889079329?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/7843325295889079329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=7843325295889079329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7843325295889079329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7843325295889079329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/09/timeless.html' title='TIMELESS'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SrWgaOR_ccI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LcEeegduZq0/s72-c/Star1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-6433753828753911585</id><published>2009-09-17T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:11:52.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SrJBjhd5mQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AWD-lrjVsl4/s1600-h/home+theater+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SrJBjhd5mQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AWD-lrjVsl4/s320/home+theater+room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382436583196170498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could have one nicely set up home theater room with the necessary equipments like this. I would put on a dim yellow light, sit on a coach, get myself a bottle of french fine chedraux 2002, 2 wine glass, classical good oldies or perhaps instrumental. Together with my loved one, i'll lie on the left coach, close my eyes and relax. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-6433753828753911585?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/6433753828753911585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=6433753828753911585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6433753828753911585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6433753828753911585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/09/great.html' title='Great'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SrJBjhd5mQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AWD-lrjVsl4/s72-c/home+theater+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-2441550834587222759</id><published>2009-09-03T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:35:42.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Breakfast Gives you a Wonderful Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sp81cTSn-HI/AAAAAAAAAVs/KLP_rxjMwDU/s1600-h/03092009273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sp81cTSn-HI/AAAAAAAAAVs/KLP_rxjMwDU/s320/03092009273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377075240434661490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sp81b65f-PI/AAAAAAAAAVk/PYX3R6kdnvc/s1600-h/03092009271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sp81b65f-PI/AAAAAAAAAVk/PYX3R6kdnvc/s320/03092009271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377075233886828786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Breakfast&gt;Today's Choice:&lt;/span&gt; Hot Coffee Latte + Spicy Chicken Curry Puff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Environment:&lt;/span&gt; Green scenery + the slow&amp;amp;soft music + cool morning breeze + dim sunlight + least traffic = A Perfect Day for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Free &amp;amp; Relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pax:&lt;/span&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Venue:&lt;/span&gt; Coffee Bean, Desa Park City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Time:&lt;/span&gt; 10:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt; 03/09/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Comments:&lt;/span&gt; It's just awesome. Can't describe it with words. This wonderful moment made me relax &amp;amp; motivated. Found my dream again. As people say, " a person without dreams is as good as dead". How true I find it, "Absolutely". With dream, you are motivated in doing whatever on earth to achieve it. Don't be afraid of dreaming high. You aim at the moon at least you fall upon the stars. It's a wonderful day for me today:-). *Everyday is a good day*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-2441550834587222759?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/2441550834587222759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=2441550834587222759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2441550834587222759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2441550834587222759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/09/wonderful-breakfast-gives-you-wonderful.html' title='Wonderful Breakfast Gives you a Wonderful Start'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sp81cTSn-HI/AAAAAAAAAVs/KLP_rxjMwDU/s72-c/03092009273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-685668895538437595</id><published>2009-09-02T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:06:59.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sp579RknaCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CiJRtNYkJ8E/s1600-h/Planet+Earth+1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sp579RknaCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CiJRtNYkJ8E/s320/Planet+Earth+1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376871297746167842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about the real you? How often do you portray the real you? Who would you do it to? People around me i find, plenty of them do not portray the real them until then. They would always seem so friendly and say "Call me anytime, my friend. I'm your true friend. I don't pretend to be one." which makes the biggest lie to themselves. There are also a small portion of real ones. As time goes, you can see more and more real faces approaching along with uncomfortable feelings they bring towards you. The world seemed more realistic and humanity seem to fade among the society. Who could save them? Save the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-685668895538437595?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/685668895538437595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=685668895538437595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/685668895538437595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/685668895538437595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-you.html' title='The Real You'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sp579RknaCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CiJRtNYkJ8E/s72-c/Planet+Earth+1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-7420486840939949239</id><published>2009-08-10T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:34:40.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past makes past, regret still remains regret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sn8WnQFjyBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/fkBQLI6ERm0/s1600-h/3740684127_c144c9c771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sn8WnQFjyBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/fkBQLI6ERm0/s320/3740684127_c144c9c771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368034144437913618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If i had a chance to return to where i was before, i shall be where i've nvr been, say what i've nvr said, do what i've nvr done".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time works as antidote, but it is as well the poison i'm feeding myself now. Return me to the past for just 2 minutes, give me the 2 minutes again and i shall do what i've never done, said what i've nvr said. It's been almost 10 years, it's burdening me. My friend told me, "you're silly, silly for so many years and you still wanna be silly?, reveal yourself!". There's no fear i know while driving fast, while fighting, while finding troubles, communicating with new ppl and lots more but just when i come to this. Maybe i gave in, gave it a try to perhaps provide signs today, whether it works or not, i'm stupid, might remain stupid as well, but at least, i could at least know the truth. I'm sorry, i'm wretched, i just don't know what to say or even what to do. And thx my friend, for pushing me to even try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-7420486840939949239?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/7420486840939949239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=7420486840939949239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7420486840939949239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7420486840939949239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/08/past-makes-past-regret-still-remains.html' title='Past makes past, regret still remains regret.'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sn8WnQFjyBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/fkBQLI6ERm0/s72-c/3740684127_c144c9c771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-2777695654331333731</id><published>2009-08-04T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:41:53.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLX!!!! WTF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SngB7MPcISI/AAAAAAAAAU8/vSoZ9URmGD0/s1600-h/n501572150_1691480_3891887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SngB7MPcISI/AAAAAAAAAU8/vSoZ9URmGD0/s320/n501572150_1691480_3891887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366041072421839138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see this pic, it makes me think of lotsa things. Once upon a time, Superman was such a "Hot" topic and great character but see how ppl humiliate it now. LOLX!!!! WTF!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-2777695654331333731?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/2777695654331333731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=2777695654331333731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2777695654331333731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2777695654331333731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/08/lolx-wtf.html' title='LOLX!!!! WTF!'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SngB7MPcISI/AAAAAAAAAU8/vSoZ9URmGD0/s72-c/n501572150_1691480_3891887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-1963957947953719320</id><published>2009-07-21T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:52:31.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Salute* To the fallen brothers. They fall with Honor and Pride.</title><content type='html'>*Salute* To express my honor towards my fallen brothers. Those whom i knew, that fell. We might not share much, know much or even hung around much. It is fated for us to know each other in this world that consists of numerous populations. The route might be short but I thank and appreciate that we have met and once traveled on the same path. Now you are fallen, I have to keep running but you are never forgotten, I call you my brothers. May you all have peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-1963957947953719320?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/1963957947953719320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=1963957947953719320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1963957947953719320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1963957947953719320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/07/salute-to-fallen-brothers-they-fall.html' title='*Salute* To the fallen brothers. They fall with Honor and Pride.'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-7307344521384459158</id><published>2009-07-09T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:26:32.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael's Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SlW2jg_rVRI/AAAAAAAAAU0/b5iykfbwHno/s1600-h/michael_jackson_09_wenn5201484.0.0.0x0.608x912.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SlW2jg_rVRI/AAAAAAAAAU0/b5iykfbwHno/s320/michael_jackson_09_wenn5201484.0.0.0x0.608x912.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356388053095765266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          (He's Wearin the exact same sunglasses i'm wearin everyday! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Michael lead a colourful and noble life as a Global Classed singer, dancer, composer, businessman, charity person, father, brother, son and a Megastar icon. It is noble that i lived to see you. I honor you, my friend, I honor you, my icon. You just left the earth a little too early. Rest In Peace, michael. Stay happy and contented in the afterworld.*Salute*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-7307344521384459158?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/7307344521384459158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=7307344521384459158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7307344521384459158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7307344521384459158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/07/michaels-life.html' title='Michael&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SlW2jg_rVRI/AAAAAAAAAU0/b5iykfbwHno/s72-c/michael_jackson_09_wenn5201484.0.0.0x0.608x912.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-4759083152067238443</id><published>2009-06-20T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:46:16.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYMP - Back Home</title><content type='html'>How can I stand the day alone&lt;br /&gt;I recall the times when our love was thrown&lt;br /&gt;And how will I get through the day&lt;br /&gt;My tears are falling down&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the words you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that our love won’t fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me how a perfect love went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody heal my heart and mend my broken soul&lt;br /&gt;If there’s someone who can count my tears and all my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Oh please make him come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised a lifetime of love that will never fade&lt;br /&gt;Until the day the sun no longer shines&lt;br /&gt;But you’ve let my heart died&lt;br /&gt;You left me all alone I’m grieving now&lt;br /&gt;Coz you found someone new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me this is not a game you play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna go on without&lt;br /&gt;No more sleepless nights because of you&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight don’t ever let me go&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-4759083152067238443?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/4759083152067238443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=4759083152067238443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4759083152067238443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4759083152067238443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/06/mymp-back-home.html' title='MYMP - Back Home'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-2589239695664055402</id><published>2009-06-15T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:19:43.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beau Bristow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SjYEGbKUTKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/dLNXA8WgKPk/s1600-h/BeauWriting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SjYEGbKUTKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/dLNXA8WgKPk/s320/BeauWriting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347466115965799586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandar Utama - June 14, 2009. Mr Beau Bristow had a small scaled performance In Bandar Utama. There are quite a number of friends. His voice and music was good. Very talented singer that shall be given better opportunity to bring forward his carreer to a higher stage worldwide. There are spaces for improvement in the lyrics. Shall form a band instead of staying solo. :-) Good Luck in your carreer and Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-2589239695664055402?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/2589239695664055402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=2589239695664055402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2589239695664055402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2589239695664055402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/06/beau-bristow.html' title='Beau Bristow'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SjYEGbKUTKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/dLNXA8WgKPk/s72-c/BeauWriting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-1557745015135796095</id><published>2009-06-10T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:00:10.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Good Day</title><content type='html'>Whenever it's a good day, a very simple and tiny thing could brighten up your day like you never did. Early in da morning when a message came to you, your day will be brightened. A simple lunch will brighten your day. A simple "Hi" would brighten your day. A simple conversation would last you entertained the whole day. A simple Thank you will keep you contented the whole day. And a simple "see you next time" will enlighten your day. A simple chinese song(qing fei de yi - yu chen qing) i once loved in my school days sparkled my day. In conclusion, today is a good day:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-1557745015135796095?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/1557745015135796095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=1557745015135796095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1557745015135796095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1557745015135796095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-good-day.html' title='It&apos;s a Good Day'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-6020537320574203885</id><published>2009-06-10T10:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:41:18.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love = Problems?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Basically, not talking about myself but yea, I've been through it. Many times as well. Lol. Lately I observed many relationships that fell into the trap of trouble. Hmm but why people still eagerly being in love? Especially on lonely nights when everyone is out with their partners? When valentines or seasons? I guess Love is a big word. To me, it basically is a shelter for a lone wandering souls. Keep lonely and cold souls a warm and memorable shelter. Warm as in both would care so much for each another especially when one is sick or in trouble, the other(guys) might probably be sweating all over and nervous, can't concentrate in their work, unnatural smile on their faces, (girls) might probably be shivering, scared, probably even tear in a corner. However, problems do occur. It's the same as while dialling a call with our phones, ocassionally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you'll hear buzz sound or even cutt connection out of nowhere due to interruptions. No relationship would last without problems. It's because of love that problem occurs. Jealousy, protective, big-man style, cry baby girl, troublesome, you name it... Hold it on :-) Eventually you will see the bright sky after the rain's over. If it's not today maybe it's tomorrow. Mine didn't work well, hope yours did. Best Wishes &amp;amp; Blessings.&lt;/span&gt; "Semper-Fi"(Always Faithful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Si8bGVhZ-PI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_aUnwCj4wB0/s1600-h/250963_lonely_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Si8bGVhZ-PI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_aUnwCj4wB0/s320/250963_lonely_heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345521078382491890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-6020537320574203885?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/6020537320574203885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=6020537320574203885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6020537320574203885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6020537320574203885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-problems.html' title='Love = Problems?'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Si8bGVhZ-PI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_aUnwCj4wB0/s72-c/250963_lonely_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-7116570673377469239</id><published>2009-06-09T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:21:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ComicStation</title><content type='html'>There's a place in Keopng named ComicStation. It's a cafe with many comic shelves which u can sit, eat, surf net and read the comics as well.. This concept is a good concept I find. Soecial indeed although this shop has already operated for quite some time. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-7116570673377469239?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/7116570673377469239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=7116570673377469239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7116570673377469239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7116570673377469239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/06/comicstation.html' title='ComicStation'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-8380789378420565900</id><published>2009-06-03T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:42:38.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Not Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You Are Not Alone"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Another day has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm still all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How could this be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You're not here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You never said goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Someone tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Did you have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And leave my world so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Everyday I sit and ask myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How did love slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Something whispers in my ear and says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'Lone, 'lone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Why, 'lone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Just the other night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I thought I heard you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Asking me to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And hold you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I can hear your prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Your burdens I will bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But first I need your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Then forever can begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Everyday I sit and ask myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How did love slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Something whispers in my ear and says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Whisper three words and I'll come runnin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And girl you know that I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For you are not alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kent says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson's coming for his last concert! And to everyone out there, you're not alone(I think) Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-8380789378420565900?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/8380789378420565900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=8380789378420565900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8380789378420565900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8380789378420565900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-not-alone.html' title='You Are Not Alone'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-2239365608119759046</id><published>2009-06-02T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:07:31.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Navy investigating missing money after pirate rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON (CNN)&lt;/b&gt; -- The Navy is investigating how thousands of dollars went missing in the rescue of the captain of the Maersk Alabama in April, a Pentagon source told CNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; The Naval Criminal Investigative Service opened an investigation into how $30,000 disappeared after special forces snipers shot and killed three pirates, ending the multi-day siege and freeing the captain, who had been held hostage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Investigators are talking to anyone who may have had contact with the money or knowledge about what happened to it, the source said, including military personnel on the warship, Navy SEALs who rescued Capt. Richard Phillips, and the crew of the Maersk Alabama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The NCIS and the Maersk Line Ltd., which owns the Maersk Alabama, have not responded to CNN's request for comment. &lt;/p&gt; In a criminal complaint filed against the one surviving alleged pirate, Abduwali Muse, the government contends the alleged pirate demanded money from the ship's captain and led him by gun point to the ship's safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reference:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://edition.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/06/01/pirate.rescue.missing.money/index.html"&gt;CNN.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-2239365608119759046?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/2239365608119759046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=2239365608119759046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2239365608119759046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2239365608119759046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/06/navy-investigating-missing-money-after.html' title='Navy investigating missing money after pirate rescue'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-3381740085479330350</id><published>2009-06-02T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:08:20.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Search Continues for Missing Air France</title><content type='html'>Brazilian and French rescue teams continued to search Tuesday for the passengers of an Air France jet that disappeared over the Atlantic Ocean as details of Flight 447 began to emerge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; The Airbus A330 encountered heavy turbulence about 02:15 a.m. local time Monday (10:15 p.m. ET Sunday), some three hours after the jet carrying 228 people left Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, for Paris, France, on an 11-hour flight, according to Air France CEO Pierre-Henri Gourgeon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; At that point, the plane's automatic system initiated a four-minute exchange of messages to the company's maintenance computers, indicating "several pieces of aircraft equipment were at fault or had broken down," he told reporters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; During that time, there was no contact with the crew, Gourgeon said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "It was probable that it was a little bit after those messages that the impact of the plane took place in the Atlantic," he added.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reference :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/americas/06/02/brazil.france.plane.missing/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;CNN.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-3381740085479330350?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/3381740085479330350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=3381740085479330350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3381740085479330350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3381740085479330350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/06/search-continues-for-missing-air-france.html' title='Search Continues for Missing Air France'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-1180508763121220749</id><published>2009-06-02T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:57:33.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiQHvFwzS0I/AAAAAAAAATc/tagztxBXRfI/s1600-h/salute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiQHvFwzS0I/AAAAAAAAATc/tagztxBXRfI/s320/salute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342403563550362434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salute(obeisance) is a body gesture held honor to an honorable person.&lt;br /&gt;Very much used in the Man-at-Arms(Military) bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-1180508763121220749?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/1180508763121220749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=1180508763121220749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1180508763121220749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1180508763121220749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/06/salute.html' title='Salute'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiQHvFwzS0I/AAAAAAAAATc/tagztxBXRfI/s72-c/salute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-8818254804495360164</id><published>2009-05-31T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:19:02.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Is My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiJH621c02I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wqYAITj_5TA/s1600-h/cbean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiJH621c02I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wqYAITj_5TA/s320/cbean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341911184492516194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Coffee Is My Best Friend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could anyone treat you better than coffee does.&lt;br /&gt;She never leaves you when you're staying up late.&lt;br /&gt;She stays with you when you're doing last minute work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never leaves you when you're exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer you up when you're down.&lt;br /&gt;Gives you the tastes of sweet when sweetener's added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sour when it isn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;Bitter that keeps you awake when nothing's added.&lt;br /&gt;Forever offers you companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do.&lt;br /&gt;You can find her here, there, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;-Semper Fi Marines-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-8818254804495360164?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/8818254804495360164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=8818254804495360164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8818254804495360164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8818254804495360164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/05/coffee-is-my-best-friend.html' title='Coffee Is My Best Friend'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiJH621c02I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wqYAITj_5TA/s72-c/cbean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-2116696886739405228</id><published>2009-05-29T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:00:27.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semper - Fi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sh9dgg6nOdI/AAAAAAAAASk/VsfZfe-9zqY/s1600-h/RoyalMarineInAfghanistan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sh9dgg6nOdI/AAAAAAAAASk/VsfZfe-9zqY/s320/RoyalMarineInAfghanistan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341090496257669586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"The motto of the Marine Corps is Semper Fidelis, Latin&lt;br /&gt;for "always faithful" .Until 1871 it was "First to Fight",&lt;br /&gt;a motto that still applies. Through the years, Marines have&lt;br /&gt;shortened it to Semper Fi, and "Semper Fi, Mac" is the universal&lt;br /&gt;Marine Greeting."                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="reference"&gt;Source(s):&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="reference"&gt;google is my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kent says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SEMPER-FI to the Marines in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-2116696886739405228?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/2116696886739405228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=2116696886739405228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2116696886739405228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2116696886739405228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/05/semper-fi.html' title='Semper - Fi'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sh9dgg6nOdI/AAAAAAAAASk/VsfZfe-9zqY/s72-c/RoyalMarineInAfghanistan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-9048803268785658822</id><published>2009-05-26T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:31:52.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Langguage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Studying body gestures 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practise these and see how it affects you and pay attention to people does this to see what are they thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Open body gestures&lt;/span&gt; - Relaxed and welcoming pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Closed body gestures&lt;/span&gt; - Crossed limbs and avoid eye contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Practise&lt;/span&gt; it to yourself and see how &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Opened &amp;amp; Closed&lt;/span&gt; body gestures affects your mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Observe&lt;/span&gt; people with these actions based on how you respond to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-9048803268785658822?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/9048803268785658822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=9048803268785658822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/9048803268785658822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/9048803268785658822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/05/body-langguage.html' title='Body Langguage'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-1916719511200847164</id><published>2009-05-22T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:43:05.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ShWEjPB4nwI/AAAAAAAAASc/p8UNkum5Vl4/s1600-h/farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ShWEjPB4nwI/AAAAAAAAASc/p8UNkum5Vl4/s320/farm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338318674182315778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i do often nowadays to keep myself &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;motivated&lt;/span&gt;. Little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;childish&lt;/span&gt; but it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;truthful&lt;/span&gt; unlike the world we see everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-1916719511200847164?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/1916719511200847164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=1916719511200847164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1916719511200847164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1916719511200847164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/05/farming.html' title='Farming'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ShWEjPB4nwI/AAAAAAAAASc/p8UNkum5Vl4/s72-c/farm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-9065803806166532249</id><published>2009-05-22T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:37:13.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Up</title><content type='html'>Do you understand how &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mixed up&lt;/span&gt; actually goes? just like u crack an egg into a cup, fill it with milk, milo, orange juice, carrot juice, syrup, some vinegar, soy sauce and sugar. Drink it and see how it tastes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How it taste&lt;/span&gt; is how i feel now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt; is the word i could only describe. Sigh... Heard she's got a new one. New life it seems. Good, I'd be happy for her. Unfortunately&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; feelings never lie&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not angry nor frustrated(I'm sure I'm not!). Just a little sad, unhappy and blablabla... Memory recalls. What ever characters came from her lips, what she did in return. All efforts turned into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;wastes&lt;/span&gt; just with one sentence of 2 words. Meanwhile being unhappy, i feel relieved as well as she could move on happily however all came to clash and i feel just like the juice i described on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodnight my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-9065803806166532249?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/9065803806166532249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=9065803806166532249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/9065803806166532249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/9065803806166532249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/05/mixed-up.html' title='Mixed Up'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-2925217823588512495</id><published>2009-05-15T00:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:59:19.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DoraPowers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxNxYOzUdI/AAAAAAAAASU/rgqG-k8MBXc/s1600-h/d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxNxYOzUdI/AAAAAAAAASU/rgqG-k8MBXc/s320/d3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335725169240658386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxNxJrUbmI/AAAAAAAAASM/IYzkhFxsOj0/s1600-h/d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxNxJrUbmI/AAAAAAAAASM/IYzkhFxsOj0/s320/d2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335725165333737058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxNxNL65sI/AAAAAAAAASE/8WacjNrokXA/s1600-h/d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxNxNL65sI/AAAAAAAAASE/8WacjNrokXA/s320/d1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335725166275782338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxNqgwY6kI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gAwDplfS--M/s1600-h/zzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxNAaK0F1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/75Q1n2gXPDw/s320/Dora10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335724327947212626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxNAR17s_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/CrU5NKn8oi4/s1600-h/Dora09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxNAR17s_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/CrU5NKn8oi4/s320/Dora09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335724325712147442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxNAIYOfXI/AAAAAAAAAQc/CdKVbpXRGV0/s1600-h/Dora08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxNAIYOfXI/AAAAAAAAAQc/CdKVbpXRGV0/s320/Dora08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335724323171630450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxM__ADImI/AAAAAAAAAQU/iWn6NEQmdpg/s1600-h/Dora07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxM__ADImI/AAAAAAAAAQU/iWn6NEQmdpg/s320/Dora07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335724320654303842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxM_zA791I/AAAAAAAAAQM/6Zqj0WXZLJs/s1600-h/Dora06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxM_zA791I/AAAAAAAAAQM/6Zqj0WXZLJs/s320/Dora06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335724317436802898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxMxK5kpRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/KYSmnQIaftc/s1600-h/Dora05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxMxK5kpRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/KYSmnQIaftc/s320/Dora05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335724066150327570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxMw760pqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/od7HP3pI2eo/s1600-h/Dora04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxMw760pqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/od7HP3pI2eo/s320/Dora04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335724062129039010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxMw1PjyGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/egXB-qmqoe8/s1600-h/Dora03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxMw1PjyGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/egXB-qmqoe8/s320/Dora03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335724060336965730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxMwpvDkcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EEEMqPbIDlg/s1600-h/Dora02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxMwpvDkcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EEEMqPbIDlg/s320/Dora02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335724057247846850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxMwvlOnkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4YekzuqDwhY/s1600-h/Dora01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxMwvlOnkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4YekzuqDwhY/s320/Dora01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335724058817240642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Someone would &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE THESE&lt;/span&gt; pics.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hehehe Enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-2925217823588512495?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/2925217823588512495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=2925217823588512495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2925217823588512495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2925217823588512495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/05/dorapowers.html' title='DoraPowers!'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgxNxYOzUdI/AAAAAAAAASU/rgqG-k8MBXc/s72-c/d3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-7904762614056670974</id><published>2009-05-14T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:38:29.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels &amp; Demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sgw2ZJQel9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/HzMvsY4X5bM/s1600-h/News3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sgw2ZJQel9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/HzMvsY4X5bM/s320/News3_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335699464136857554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Vatican City.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The largest empire of Catholics on earth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Among the holiness, there are demons hidden inside using all sorts of cruelness and intelligence to sabotage the post of the Highest Authority of Catholics in the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The contrast of Sience &amp;amp; Religion.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The mystery of signs made from historical artists.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Raphael, Gallileo Gallilei, Michael Angelo and many more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The Sign of Illuminati and the mystery in it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Sistine Chapel, and few other World-Known chapels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Revealed by Professor Langdon together with Dr. Victoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; "The religion has flaws and it is because human have flaws, including you and me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watched it today, Hmm... I think it's not bad... Enhances my view on these artistic places on earth" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-7904762614056670974?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/7904762614056670974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=7904762614056670974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7904762614056670974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7904762614056670974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/05/angels-demons.html' title='Angels &amp; Demons'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sgw2ZJQel9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/HzMvsY4X5bM/s72-c/News3_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-7607983888200753379</id><published>2009-05-13T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:43:26.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacoste Or Polo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgqVNoxdQPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5Z0G7VZ4qec/s1600-h/lacoste-mens-caiman-green-81736-6751_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgqVNoxdQPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5Z0G7VZ4qec/s320/lacoste-mens-caiman-green-81736-6751_zoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335240770089468146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgqVNnGWPGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/j39TXX9RovA/s1600-h/20083513501979363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgqVNnGWPGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/j39TXX9RovA/s320/20083513501979363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335240769640217698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking, Lacoste or Polo? Lacoste =  simple + Less Choice + Plain + DAMN Expensive! Polo = Fashionable + More Choices + Cheaper( compared to lacoste ). Hmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-7607983888200753379?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/7607983888200753379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=7607983888200753379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7607983888200753379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7607983888200753379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/05/lacoste-or-polo.html' title='Lacoste Or Polo?'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgqVNoxdQPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5Z0G7VZ4qec/s72-c/lacoste-mens-caiman-green-81736-6751_zoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-8543879962223628366</id><published>2009-05-10T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:04:14.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments we Spent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sgb5y-uyOvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZjJi-Y9yvUs/s1600-h/DSC_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sgb5y-uyOvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZjJi-Y9yvUs/s320/DSC_0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334225462894934770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Today, i went to my friend's house to do some revision in the evening. In the middle of studying, I took a break and out of nowhere i looked out the balcony and see something. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something that caught my attention&lt;/span&gt; and bring me back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;1 year back&lt;/span&gt;. The time when i &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;was hooked up&lt;/span&gt; with "her". It's the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun fair&lt;/span&gt;. The first special place we went, the first place which caught lots of memories. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Euro Wheel especially.&lt;/span&gt; We were excited riding it at that moment, we took alot of pictures although the effects of the Digital Cam sux for outdoor during night time. Also the time when she asked me to play something &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i already knew it is just a trick&lt;/span&gt;. Which is to do the (paying for nothing)lucky draw. I myself clearly know that only naive dudes would do that but however girls loves that. They would love miracle to happen which i eventually obeyed her request. It was a wonderful night. We saw cars doing drifting performance on the same time too. However it has all turned out to be memories now whenever i see that place. A place which reminds me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;how happy that moment&lt;/span&gt;, which also reminds me &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That moment, remains that moment, How I wish it would never end&lt;/span&gt;... It has now ended. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodnight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-8543879962223628366?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/8543879962223628366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=8543879962223628366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8543879962223628366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8543879962223628366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/05/moments-we-spent.html' title='Moments we Spent'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sgb5y-uyOvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZjJi-Y9yvUs/s72-c/DSC_0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-4765795159585435130</id><published>2009-05-05T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:12:44.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another MemBer! WelcomE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I see another friend of mine have joined my clan and became single again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; LOL! WELCOME WELCOME!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hahahaha Don't worry dude, you're not alone(M.Jackson):-). Many companions are available in my clan. Lol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Don't Blame, Don't fall, Forget the bad and Live Life Well! :-)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Have a great Life:-)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgAC11E62wI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4imhLU09bLc/s1600-h/you-re-not-alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgAC11E62wI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4imhLU09bLc/s320/you-re-not-alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332265082610703106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're Not Alone(M.Jackson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-4765795159585435130?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/4765795159585435130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=4765795159585435130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4765795159585435130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4765795159585435130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-member-welcome.html' title='Another MemBer! WelcomE!!'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SgAC11E62wI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4imhLU09bLc/s72-c/you-re-not-alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-2631350080484290903</id><published>2009-05-04T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:17:54.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turned Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;It was a bad start this morning. Before i even told myself "Today is a good day", I've been turned down by a person that I tried to made effort to see. Before I was blamed for not making effort, then see? People just like to put blame and don't realise what actually make things happen. They often put blame on people eventually to comfort themselves too. Wondering why people I met nowadays just wouldn't think consciously way when things ended in a little bad way and would just put the blame on others to eventually make themselves escape from the responsibility. Some would even make up their own ones.&lt;/span&gt; Brown coloured fonts just to describe how shitty this morning is. Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-2631350080484290903?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/2631350080484290903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=2631350080484290903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2631350080484290903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2631350080484290903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/05/turned-down.html' title='Turned Down'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-4228148763571072252</id><published>2009-05-02T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:28:10.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Can you dance?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What is dance?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What do you understand from dance?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;what measures dance? &lt;/span&gt;To my perspective, dance is movements that synchronizes with music that produces space for imagination. Movements in a dance can make you see something, movements in dance can make you somehow feel something and movements in dance can somehow make you understand things. Everyone has different perspective of beautiful and diffferent way of imagination. I don't think there is a measurement for dance as well as music. Just like clouds. You might see it looks like something but i might see it something else. It just depends on how you see and imagine. Therefore for dancers out there, keep going! There are no boundaries for imagination, dance all you like! WooHoooOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SfshFs2BWRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/m7syLCg2xMw/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SfshFs2BWRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/m7syLCg2xMw/s320/dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330890965743917330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-4228148763571072252?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/4228148763571072252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=4228148763571072252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4228148763571072252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4228148763571072252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/05/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SfshFs2BWRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/m7syLCg2xMw/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-199931111426867960</id><published>2009-04-27T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:00:02.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;, assignment's done! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;YOO HOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Therefore i'm gonna fulfill my promise to collect inspirations and write about dance. Wait for me ya you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-199931111426867960?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/199931111426867960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=199931111426867960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/199931111426867960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/199931111426867960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-3002815327964893323</id><published>2009-04-23T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:18:46.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Friends In Need, Is a Friend Indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;True? Nah, not necessarily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Some people need many many friends, some avoid to have many friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Some people help friends, some is afraid to help friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Some people just love to be helped by friends, Some just love to offer help,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Some people do anything for friends, some will just do anything against their friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Some people appreciate their friends, some forget their friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Some people love to know new friends, some just afraid that new friends are bad friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Some people talks alot because they are friends, some quiet because they are just old friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Some people talks shows off to their friends, some just tolerate their friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Some people laugh to their friends, some just cry to their friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a circle. There are good friends, there are bad friends,there are white friends, there are black friends, there are boyfriends, there are girlfriends, there are big friends, there are small friends, there are old friends, there are new friends. So, just follow the flow. :-) Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-3002815327964893323?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/3002815327964893323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=3002815327964893323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3002815327964893323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3002815327964893323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-210125813028237774</id><published>2009-04-21T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:54:28.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the shoes of a street rat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A street rat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Disgusted by people,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Discriminated by people,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hated by people,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hide from people,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hide from other big animals,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Stays in the dark,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eat leftovers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People would,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Kill it,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Catch it,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Trap it,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Kick it,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Allow cats to eat it,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Scream when they see it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had anyone stood in their shoes and feel how they feel?&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ever thought of releasing them elsewhere when you trapped them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No.(Apparently no, i don't see anyone doing so yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ever thought of the taste of what they eat? How they feel when eating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;No.(Don't even wanna think about it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ever felt sympathy when you see a rat died on the street(as badly as you can ever imagine)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;No.(People hate rats. Who gives a damn, As long as they don't bother human beings anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What came to your mind first when you see a rat(Wherever you see it)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls:&lt;/span&gt; aaaAAARRRHHHHH!!!(Scream) Dad, I see a rat! Kill It!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys:&lt;/span&gt; Bro, bring me my baseball bat. I'll show him whose your daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sick People: Ohh Yeah! My dinner's gonna be great this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What comes to your mind first when you're trapped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't kill me...(sob) I'm sorry, I'm just too hungry. I cannot find food elsewhere. I dare not do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What is the taste of your food? How do you feel when eating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I am starving, I have no choice(however bad and unhealthy it tastes). I am just too lucky to be alive and there is something to fill my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What comes to your mind when you see your species lying on the streets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Why? Why are we treated like this(cry)? We are just trying to make a living. We are already trying our best to avoid human beings, eat whatever they do not want anymore/leftovers, we are not cared like how dogs do, we are not free like how birds do, we live in sacred dark and wet places where people don't want to live, we eat rotten and leftovers where people don't want to eat. We are small, we are weak, our lifespan is short. Where is our savior?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What comes to your mind first when you see human beings or other animals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflex:&lt;/span&gt; Run for your life!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts: I'm Sorry! I dare not do it again! I'm hungry. Please don't kill me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actions: &lt;/span&gt;Hide under cabinets, dark holes(shivering), drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Se3r-XgjL3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/CNAzpM2ETvM/s1600-h/sewerdrainstreetrat-10186658-sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Se3r-XgjL3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/CNAzpM2ETvM/s320/sewerdrainstreetrat-10186658-sw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327173390944120690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; I know it's hard, just try to have a little sympathy for rats if possible. Try not to kill them if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motto:&lt;/span&gt; 1 Life Revolution - You have only 1 life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended:&lt;/span&gt; Release it to somewhere else if trapped any(Maybe jungle or place they might belong to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inspirations:&lt;/span&gt; Just came outta my mind nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Msg:&lt;/span&gt; Have sympathy! The world has mercy! Have a nice day!:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-210125813028237774?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/210125813028237774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=210125813028237774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/210125813028237774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/210125813028237774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-position-of-street-rat.html' title='In the shoes of a street rat'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Se3r-XgjL3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/CNAzpM2ETvM/s72-c/sewerdrainstreetrat-10186658-sw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-3031198506600087025</id><published>2009-04-18T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:41:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a stressful week</title><content type='html'>Sorry for being unavailable for more or less a week. I am very busy with assignments &amp;amp; work lately. I realised I have never seen myself being so hardworkin ever since i'm brought to this world. Lol Could be a miracle that struck on my mind. Hahaha quite some things happened this week. Hmmm... let me recall.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1.) I found a nice malay song "Terima Kasih - Awie"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2.) Saw a pretty gal ytd wit my classmates and she came into my class and talked to me. Whole class laughed at me(Cheers!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;3.) Introduced to a new fren. A nice pakistan guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4.) Saw a cocky Iranian guy who probably misthought that I'm trying to get close to his gf.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5.) Made fun of an Indian short guy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;6.) Gave Asbir a surprise party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;6.) Realise I could actually do simple programming with Labview outta my hardwork of studying the tutorials and asking friends politely.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;7.) Almost killed a malay motorist who fell right infront of my car after he slipped and hit another car on the left lane while i was driving in heavy rain(luckily i was driving slow which is less likely to happen usually). Emergency brake and got my back hit by another car. Fortunately, my bumper was just dislocated and no one was actually hurt badly, was fine after i adjust it back. No color drop or etc. But my exhaust was dislocated as well. Got to the workshop another day and got it fixed for free(thx man).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;7.) A punjabi gal who i use to know, out of nowhere start showing faces which i don't know why.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;8.) Realised I have not been resting well for a week.  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, Cheers friends! Everyday is a good day!:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-3031198506600087025?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/3031198506600087025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=3031198506600087025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3031198506600087025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3031198506600087025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-stressful-week.html' title='It&apos;s a stressful week'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-1345636354227882421</id><published>2009-04-12T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:25:49.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is a Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Today is a good day" is a dialogue i learnt to tell myself when my day starts lately. This, i find working out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learnt that good or bad is actually depending on how you see things, not how it happens to be. Things will happen, will happen eventually and we cannot change things.&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is just see it differently in a way that can make us feel better.&lt;br /&gt;And thou, things happened are not specifically right nor wrong, good nor bad.&lt;br /&gt;Who could justify? Not you, Not me.&lt;br /&gt;Telling yourself "Today is a good day" is a form of reminding yousrself to see things in an optimistic manner or maybe to emphasize your memory on good things happened instead of sad things.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a good practise? No harm trying. Try it out! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before i close this up, i find that the moon is bright today.&lt;br /&gt;With this, my day is closed up with a nice manner.&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a picture of how it looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SeDSRIey0WI/AAAAAAAAAOk/j6iyTJJYxac/s1600-h/Dean-Schwartzenburg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SeDSRIey0WI/AAAAAAAAAOk/j6iyTJJYxac/s320/Dean-Schwartzenburg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323485951328178530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-1345636354227882421?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/1345636354227882421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=1345636354227882421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1345636354227882421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1345636354227882421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-good-day.html' title='Today Is a Good Day'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SeDSRIey0WI/AAAAAAAAAOk/j6iyTJJYxac/s72-c/Dean-Schwartzenburg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-1396419530292723530</id><published>2009-04-10T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:12:10.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sd9vu1ZvhRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XKDjch8YVQI/s1600-h/6a00d834cad15053ef00e54f929c8c8834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sd9vu1ZvhRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XKDjch8YVQI/s320/6a00d834cad15053ef00e54f929c8c8834-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323096134974932242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is responsibility? Don't really get a proper definition of it. To my point of view, it's just a sense of being what you should be, doing what you should do for the sake of comfort of the people around you. But what if you have to choose? to be responsible to to 1 or to others? that 1 might be important, but what about the others? The importance that accumulates? I don't know. Speak up your view. It's nothing, just a question that pops outta my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-1396419530292723530?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/1396419530292723530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=1396419530292723530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1396419530292723530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1396419530292723530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/04/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sd9vu1ZvhRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XKDjch8YVQI/s72-c/6a00d834cad15053ef00e54f929c8c8834-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-1825508905785864456</id><published>2009-04-10T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:38:04.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanye West - Gayfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SouthPark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dude, do you like to eat FishStiCk? Yea? Then, do you stick FishStiCk in your mouth? yea? So, you're a Gay Fish! - By: SouthPark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; - FishStick + Man = Gayfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db5588a95a3a8e03" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb5588a95a3a8e03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330102837%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A3CAFCE3A67D1F3DD8A87B00206D618666218C4.4A9E1F600230F50B3B75E769CCEC58BC8138C118%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb5588a95a3a8e03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQK6UN2qgx50zHfmU7AFi4rEnOgk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb5588a95a3a8e03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330102837%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A3CAFCE3A67D1F3DD8A87B00206D618666218C4.4A9E1F600230F50B3B75E769CCEC58BC8138C118%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb5588a95a3a8e03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQK6UN2qgx50zHfmU7AFi4rEnOgk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-1825508905785864456?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=db5588a95a3a8e03&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/1825508905785864456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=1825508905785864456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1825508905785864456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1825508905785864456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/04/kanye-west-gayfish.html' title='Kanye West - Gayfish'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-1602231694597386738</id><published>2009-04-10T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:41:50.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sd8T2DDdT1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/q1_KCcn_PpQ/s1600-h/240150460_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sd8T2DDdT1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/q1_KCcn_PpQ/s320/240150460_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322995103828889426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I-phone(made in china) for RM 560&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahahaha i felt so "Zhadou" when i see this. Anyone who felt the same please tell me. If anyone interested u can leave a comment here, I'll make sure the dealer gets to you. TQ. Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-1602231694597386738?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/1602231694597386738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=1602231694597386738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1602231694597386738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1602231694597386738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-phonemade-in-china-for-rm-560.html' title=''/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sd8T2DDdT1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/q1_KCcn_PpQ/s72-c/240150460_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-6435402043186139852</id><published>2009-04-10T08:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:50:36.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foundation frenz</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... din relli know wat to write but maybe i can tell abt what i think outta nowhere. In my class, classmates always changes as the sem change. But what i find dat is the foundation badge of frenz in my class are still da best t hang out with. They seem to be more frenly and easy going compared to those chinese, malay, indian and foreign ppl that came into our class in yr 1 or 2. They are less easy going i can say or probably "lansi" when some of them REPEATS their course. WTF! haha... Sounds gay but too bad, due to assignment causes, i can't think of anythin much to write... hehezzz... and to my junl00ng(one of my foundation frenz), welcome to the GANG and enjoy the priviledges.... hahaha............ zzzzz cyaz dude. As a reminder to the foundation frenz of mine, Miss J.Khaw's b'day is arnd da corner. Rmb to wish her. Ciaozzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sd6Xn9-TAsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/sDAFpbEqE9c/s1600-h/DSC_0674+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sd6Xn9-TAsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/sDAFpbEqE9c/s320/DSC_0674+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322858522505052866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm Welcome to Mr junl00ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-6435402043186139852?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/6435402043186139852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=6435402043186139852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6435402043186139852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6435402043186139852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/04/foundation-frenz.html' title='Foundation frenz'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sd6Xn9-TAsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/sDAFpbEqE9c/s72-c/DSC_0674+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-2308077502510285669</id><published>2009-04-09T09:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:29:39.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed and Tensed</title><content type='html'>Plentiful assignments on hand lately. Please forgive for unavailability to provide with new posts lately. Sry. Thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sd1Pb7_ombI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yhfnMgsWXWY/s1600-h/641px-Mad_scientist_transparent_background.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sd1Pb7_ombI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yhfnMgsWXWY/s320/641px-Mad_scientist_transparent_background.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322497676001450418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-2308077502510285669?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/2308077502510285669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=2308077502510285669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2308077502510285669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2308077502510285669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/04/stressed-and-tensed.html' title='Stressed and Tensed'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sd1Pb7_ombI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yhfnMgsWXWY/s72-c/641px-Mad_scientist_transparent_background.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-2875534369029400438</id><published>2009-04-07T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:39:24.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1973 - James Blunt</title><content type='html'>Simona&lt;br /&gt;You're getting older&lt;br /&gt;Your journey's been&lt;br /&gt;Etched on your skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simona&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SdtlSKExQNI/AAAAAAAAANc/NqmJ52fi9FY/s1600-h/leah3sa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SdtlSKExQNI/AAAAAAAAANc/NqmJ52fi9FY/s320/leah3sa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321958747284783314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had known that&lt;br /&gt;What seemed so strong&lt;br /&gt;Has been and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call you up every Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;And we both stayed out till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;And we sang, "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;And though time goes by&lt;br /&gt;I will always be&lt;br /&gt;In a club with you&lt;br /&gt;In 1973&lt;br /&gt;Singing "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simona&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was sober&lt;br /&gt;So I could see clearly now&lt;br /&gt;The rain has gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simona&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's over&lt;br /&gt;My memory plays our tune&lt;br /&gt;The same old song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call you up every Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;And we both stayed out till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;And we sang, "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;And though time goes by&lt;br /&gt;I will always be&lt;br /&gt;In a club with you&lt;br /&gt;In 1973&lt;br /&gt;Singing "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call you up every Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;And we both stayed out till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;And we sang, "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;And though time goes by&lt;br /&gt;I will always be&lt;br /&gt;In a club with you&lt;br /&gt;In 1973&lt;br /&gt;Singing "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call you up every Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;And we both stayed out till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;And we sang, "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;And though time goes by&lt;br /&gt;I will always be&lt;br /&gt;In a club with you&lt;br /&gt;In 1973&lt;br /&gt;Singing "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call you up every Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;And we both stayed out till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;And we sang, "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;And though time goes by&lt;br /&gt;I will always be&lt;br /&gt;In a club with you&lt;br /&gt;In 1973&lt;br /&gt;Singing "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though time goes by&lt;br /&gt;I will always be&lt;br /&gt;In a club with you&lt;br /&gt;In 1973&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-2875534369029400438?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/2875534369029400438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=2875534369029400438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2875534369029400438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2875534369029400438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/04/1973-james-blunt.html' title='1973 - James Blunt'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SdtlSKExQNI/AAAAAAAAANc/NqmJ52fi9FY/s72-c/leah3sa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-2997221013664013492</id><published>2009-04-06T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:01:00.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo Art</title><content type='html'>What actually makes a person to tattoo their body and make the mark stays permanently till they die? hmmm... this strucks my mind. I went to my fren's tattoo shop today to pay a visit(Fire Tattoo Art) which then i get to c how he tattooed a fella's arm. It's really art i can say and it takes courage and desire to do that as the future of the fella's arm is depending on every ink you left on his/her body. Hmmm... it need to be handled very carefully as well, becoz mistakes always happen but if it does when u are tattoing a person, guess what will happen? lol. In example, when a person is expecting a tiger on his arm, and it came out to look like a garfield instead. How would the fella feel? lolz. Tattoing is really a serious business man. The culture isn't really accepted here locally but as a person who loves art, yea, it's definitely a unique art which not an ordinary person could accept. PPl tends to think others wit tattoo as bad person. lolz. u shud get close to one and try to see if he/she is. It means nth. Doesn't mean your nutz are more solid when u have one. lol. It's just barely art. And oh yea, if anyone has inquiries for tattooing courses, it's rm8000 for 3 mths and can be broken to 2 payment. good Day! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sdn84vBChmI/AAAAAAAAANU/rbocqRuJaP0/s1600-h/db_therock-side-081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sdn84vBChmI/AAAAAAAAANU/rbocqRuJaP0/s320/db_therock-side-081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321562486338651746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Btw, i find dis cool. Guess Who.. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-2997221013664013492?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/2997221013664013492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=2997221013664013492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2997221013664013492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2997221013664013492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/04/tattoo-art.html' title='Tattoo Art'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sdn84vBChmI/AAAAAAAAANU/rbocqRuJaP0/s72-c/db_therock-side-081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-2385036366040730795</id><published>2009-04-02T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:59:58.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite a Lucky Day</title><content type='html'>Today, the 1st lucky that happened to me is dat out of the blue moon whle i was driving, a fren that would rarely ask me for a movie msg-ed me for a movie!!!, then so i went to fetch my fren and went. 2nd lucky is that When we reached the place, it was just raining outside heavily. Sheesh... luckily we were in already. Next, when i just drove in from the entrance of parking and right after that i saw a car coming out from it's parking. No one see it and try to grab it from me!!! how Great was dat?! hahaha... so i parked infront of the shopping mall entrance.That was the 3rd Lucky. Then we walked in the mall and headed straight for the cinema and guess who i saw?!! It's ms. Evo Virus and her mom!!!! Ms. Evo mom than gave me 2 free passes to watch "The International", How LUCKY!?!?!?!!!! That was the 4th one. The movie was fine, TQ Ms. Evo Virus and Ms. Evo Virus Mom soooooooooOO MuuuuuccccHhhHhhHH... The 5th which was also the last for today i find is tat i tot my car speakers were spoilt this morning. So i tried to adjust it when i went home and there it goes!! it Worked!!! i just can rather save my RM400 for buying soundstream speakers... LOL.... MuaAhAhAHaaa..... TQ god for providin me such lucky day today:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-2385036366040730795?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/2385036366040730795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=2385036366040730795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2385036366040730795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2385036366040730795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/04/quite-lucky-day.html' title='Quite a Lucky Day'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-6262813692025722418</id><published>2009-04-01T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:55:05.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>When i was so sleepy and just about to fall asleep in my office today, i got a message from an old friend stating that he/she was having many problems lately, feeling so unsettled. Then, i replied by inviting him/her for a movie. We went for race to with mountain starred by Dwayne Johnson(yeah, it's The Rock). Found it was a not bad movie. We talked about alot of things becoz we've not been seeing each other ever since 2 years ago. Then went to purchase a MYMP original album in Rock Corner. It was quite a simple day but after everything it's a nice day... :-) goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-6262813692025722418?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/6262813692025722418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=6262813692025722418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6262813692025722418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6262813692025722418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-2127027831143315179</id><published>2009-04-01T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:45:13.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you heard of MYMP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SdN93gz0QJI/AAAAAAAAALU/uuFR1SMCtzQ/s1600-h/mymp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SdN93gz0QJI/AAAAAAAAALU/uuFR1SMCtzQ/s320/mymp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319733977508233362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, MYMP. A new band. It's a girl lead singer which re-sings classic songs to acoustic songs. I find it very good and relaxing. Feel free to browse around Rock Corner and get a piece of it. I've got one. The songs recommended are Especially for you, True colours, Back Home. :-) enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-2127027831143315179?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/2127027831143315179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=2127027831143315179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2127027831143315179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2127027831143315179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/04/did-you-heard-of-mymp.html' title='Did you heard of MYMP?'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SdN93gz0QJI/AAAAAAAAALU/uuFR1SMCtzQ/s72-c/mymp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-3883088180595023552</id><published>2009-04-01T10:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:18:39.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Calvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SdLOtfIkTZI/AAAAAAAAALM/YydU2YzKZns/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SdLOtfIkTZI/AAAAAAAAALM/YydU2YzKZns/s320/sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319541390724844946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sry, man. The post was deleted. Din know u din like it. Thought you could take it. Forget abt it yea dude? live life great. ciaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-3883088180595023552?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/3883088180595023552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=3883088180595023552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3883088180595023552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3883088180595023552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-calvin.html' title='Sorry Calvin'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SdLOtfIkTZI/AAAAAAAAALM/YydU2YzKZns/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-3567712056595004352</id><published>2009-03-31T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:06:51.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home - Michael Buble</title><content type='html'>Below is the lyric for one of the song i've posted in my player. Hope you'd like it. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Home"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Another summer day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Has come and gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; In Paris and Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But I wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Mmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; May be surrounded by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A million people I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Still feel all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I just wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Each one a line or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; “I’m fine baby, how are you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My words were cold and flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And you deserve more than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Another aeroplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Another sunny place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I’m lucky, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But I wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Mmmm, I’ve got to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Let me go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I’m just too far from where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I wanna come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It’s like I just stepped outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; When everything was going right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I know just why you could not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Come along with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'Cause this was not your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But you always believed in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Another winter day has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; In even Paris and Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Let me go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I’m surrounded by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A million people I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Still feel all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh, let me go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Let me go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I’ve had my run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Baby, I’m done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I gotta go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Let me go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It will all be all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I’ll be home tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I’m coming back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SdI_GGISu4I/AAAAAAAAALE/9uOQhEJVe8U/s1600-h/waterfall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SdI_GGISu4I/AAAAAAAAALE/9uOQhEJVe8U/s320/waterfall1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319383483835136898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-3567712056595004352?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/3567712056595004352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=3567712056595004352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3567712056595004352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3567712056595004352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-michael-buble.html' title='Home - Michael Buble'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SdI_GGISu4I/AAAAAAAAALE/9uOQhEJVe8U/s72-c/waterfall1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-1537327843247840616</id><published>2009-03-30T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:19:49.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is especially for my dear friend CSK</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to wish a dearest friend of mine a Happy 21st B'day. You're now a grown child. All i could ever recall is that how we met, how we got closer, how u get pissed and fought with me and how we return to the path called FRIEND. It's been years. Not long but memorable. This post is just dedicated &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mf2kClO8cro&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=A5C63F7014C3448B&amp;amp;index=0"&gt;ESPECIALLY FOR YOU&lt;/a&gt;(Click on it). Hope this is one of the different way in wishing you a happy birthday. You might have alot of people appreciating you, would wanna celebrate it with you.  Just to remind you, not to be forgotten, there is another person who appreciates you as well here:-). Happy Birthday!!!! Unfortunately you are sick. Get well soon as well:-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SdDEE2mPfpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/phRITxd0Uig/s1600-h/BirthdayCake+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SdDEE2mPfpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/phRITxd0Uig/s400/BirthdayCake+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318966747578990226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't feel like coming to celebrate as you are not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;As a procedure to finalise my celebration for you, please &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SiICITvwaow&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=301F4ECB7D2F2D4A&amp;amp;index=5"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-1537327843247840616?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/1537327843247840616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=1537327843247840616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1537327843247840616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1537327843247840616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-post-is-especially-for-my-dear.html' title='This post is especially for my dear friend CSK'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SdDEE2mPfpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/phRITxd0Uig/s72-c/BirthdayCake+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-2641984707524688695</id><published>2009-03-30T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:31:51.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rythm of the falling rain</title><content type='html'>Today in the dawn when i was just trying to go out for a jog alone, i find it raining outside heavily. Therefore, i went back in house( all alone at home ) and sat on my studying desk and start day dreaming. That time when i was day dreaming all i heard was water dripping sound which is caused by the rain. And there this song came to my mind out of a sudden. I stood up, took up my camera, took some pics and planned to post it here to share this song and the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare some time to listen to the song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gaKFufQhtVE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sc-h3L-7V6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/j1E51KO9_70/s1600-h/DSC_0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sc-h3L-7V6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/j1E51KO9_70/s320/DSC_0660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318647654429448098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sc-henOU4nI/AAAAAAAAAKU/G7tdPzd-EmY/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sc-henOU4nI/AAAAAAAAAKU/G7tdPzd-EmY/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318647232245064306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-2641984707524688695?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/2641984707524688695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=2641984707524688695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2641984707524688695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/2641984707524688695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/rythm-of-falling-rain.html' title='Rythm of the falling rain'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sc-h3L-7V6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/j1E51KO9_70/s72-c/DSC_0660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-343560764699290697</id><published>2009-03-28T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:44:44.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think it's true?</title><content type='html'>Today i heard a chinese meaningful proverb which i don't know if it is true. Tell me what you think about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proverb says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 爱你的人 就是能够留下来和你争吵的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sc2rDTrhpdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HZTyl-5YTxY/s1600-h/love-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sc2rDTrhpdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HZTyl-5YTxY/s320/love-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318094808305214930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-343560764699290697?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/343560764699290697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=343560764699290697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/343560764699290697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/343560764699290697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-think-its-true.html' title='Do you think it&apos;s true?'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sc2rDTrhpdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HZTyl-5YTxY/s72-c/love-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-1025951844769938310</id><published>2009-03-27T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:18:25.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.U. Last Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SczfWM2Re_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/lPltKEgfadE/s1600-h/15093_220_520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SczfWM2Re_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/lPltKEgfadE/s320/15093_220_520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317870832516692978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing 哥, what does this mean?!? ARE YOU DEAD!? Laughing 哥!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw: the ending SUX! The ones shud ended up together din get together, the one should live don't know if he is living or dead, the one who shoudn't betray, betrays(Lapa)....... ZHADOU!!!!!! WTF!!!!! FUCK TVB!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-1025951844769938310?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/1025951844769938310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=1025951844769938310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1025951844769938310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1025951844769938310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu-last-chapter.html' title='E.U. Last Chapter'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SczfWM2Re_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/lPltKEgfadE/s72-c/15093_220_520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-1270153792222770796</id><published>2009-03-27T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:39:54.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Street Hooligans</title><content type='html'>Feel like watching this movie tonight. Curiosity burst out my mind. Wondering how is it. Anybody watched, please comment. :-) Good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Scye1hcuOvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1WkGDtxIh44/s1600-h/green-street-hooligans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Scye1hcuOvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1WkGDtxIh44/s320/green-street-hooligans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317799902366808818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-1270153792222770796?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/1270153792222770796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=1270153792222770796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1270153792222770796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/1270153792222770796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-street-hooligans.html' title='Green Street Hooligans'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Scye1hcuOvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1WkGDtxIh44/s72-c/green-street-hooligans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-213492710679629017</id><published>2009-03-27T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:40:13.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable</title><content type='html'>I really don't understand, although i deleted the friend's contact but she is leaving her trace in my friendster viewed link. Really wanted to say "F*** OFF!!". Why must you show your face and tear off the wound again when it's healing well? damn it! sheezz... everything is just going outta hand today. Didn't know why... When i'm comin back from college, it was raining badly, then i meet with terrible jam. Next, the cars were driving like their father bought the road although the front has no car. Then heard things i dun wanna hear. Finally, i'm free, trying to check my friendster. Then i see what i don't wanna see most. AAAARRRRRGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! any other pretty chiqs face will do... even if not pretty also nvm..... what about guy's face!? animals!? JUST NOT HER FACE!!!! DAMN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-213492710679629017?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/213492710679629017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=213492710679629017' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/213492710679629017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/213492710679629017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/miserable.html' title='Miserable'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-560961468095639588</id><published>2009-03-26T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:12:43.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Military appearances</title><content type='html'>Don't ask why, i don't know why. Maybe lately there are just too much of police movies coming for hk dramas and made me wanna talk about this. Lest do some comparison between hk police force and local ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HK Police:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How is our police force to compare with ppl's professionalism and neatness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct5pGtwNkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/awCVz4KdOTE/s1600-h/street+patrol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct5pGtwNkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/awCVz4KdOTE/s200/street+patrol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317477532125115970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct9mKlpz-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/xph0GtZ0LZY/s1600-h/hk_traffic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct9mKlpz-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/xph0GtZ0LZY/s200/hk_traffic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317481879671787490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl actually make model and it shows how they admire their SDU units&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct5pnIG1GI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bH19hPLaRUo/s1600-h/SDU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct5pnIG1GI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bH19hPLaRUo/s200/SDU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317477540825584738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the face of ours... lol&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct5pDpbEAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QcdyeRsz-ds/s1600-h/police_tactical_unit_screen_suet_lam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct5pDpbEAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QcdyeRsz-ds/s200/police_tactical_unit_screen_suet_lam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317477531301646338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct5pHK1LkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4o6OvChOlGY/s1600-h/tactical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct5pHK1LkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4o6OvChOlGY/s200/tactical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317477532247076418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M'sia Police:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct-QcOS7VI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/k09B3saK5fI/s1600-h/tactical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct-QcOS7VI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/k09B3saK5fI/s200/tactical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317482605960162642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct-QLCR5fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MIc5AlZCwU8/s1600-h/PDRM_Bikes.jpg"&gt;Finally, MALAYSIA BOLEH! at lest our bikes look great&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct-QLCR5fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MIc5AlZCwU8/s200/PDRM_Bikes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317482601346360818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct-P9NYQ-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/M7d4YGEQ4Jw/s1600-h/patrol+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct-P9NYQ-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/M7d4YGEQ4Jw/s200/patrol+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317482597634819042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-560961468095639588?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/560961468095639588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=560961468095639588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/560961468095639588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/560961468095639588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/military-appearances.html' title='Military appearances'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sct5pGtwNkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/awCVz4KdOTE/s72-c/street+patrol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-5557314950031481137</id><published>2009-03-26T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:56:06.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In College</title><content type='html'>Yea, I'm in college now. Have nth much to do. All i'm doins just just loitering in the lab, gently touching my assignment, and talking to my friends. It's so boring... wtf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-5557314950031481137?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/5557314950031481137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=5557314950031481137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/5557314950031481137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/5557314950031481137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-college.html' title='In College'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-4053607453449685340</id><published>2009-03-25T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:17:35.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Correction</title><content type='html'>Just remembered i forgot to post this pic out which i find is one of the best scene in DPC. One of the pics i liked most in my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScopiTETROI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QmURFgDt1bk/s1600-h/DSC_0683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScopiTETROI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QmURFgDt1bk/s320/DSC_0683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317107979274896610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-4053607453449685340?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/4053607453449685340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=4053607453449685340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4053607453449685340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4053607453449685340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/correction.html' title='Correction'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScopiTETROI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QmURFgDt1bk/s72-c/DSC_0683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-4918780749386253682</id><published>2009-03-25T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:30:00.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate it when it comes</title><content type='html'>Well, everything was ok today. Breakfast was as gd as before, Class was as boring as before, Frens was as silly as before, workload was as heavy as before, Chiqs were as pretty as before until it comes to 11.45pm night, i was trying to check out my frenster and i see "Her" picture. It then spoiled my night. WTF WTF WTF!!! Curse the fella who made me see her pic! It's not about being "small gas" or what, it just recall the sad memories. PLEASE!! Let me recover from a cut wound... WTF! So finally i stood up and made my smartest decision in my life! Is to delete the fella who is connected to "Her"!! AHAA!! NO MORE UPDATES! NO MORE PICS!!! HAHA!! tadaaaa..... well i think that's all for today. goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-4918780749386253682?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/4918780749386253682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=4918780749386253682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4918780749386253682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4918780749386253682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/hate-it-when-it-comes.html' title='Hate it when it comes'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-8781280665828790761</id><published>2009-03-23T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:20:02.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShouFangKai(手放开) - Sam Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;~~* if a man wants u..nth can keep him away..if he doesnt want u..nth can make him stay..stop making excuses for a man &amp;amp; his behavior..heartbreaks last as long as u want &amp;amp; cut as deep as u allow them to go..the challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them..when it rains..look for the rainbow.. *~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNDT-wR17Mk"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNDT-wR17Mk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msg: Just came over to this song and felt like commenting on the msg left by the uploader since i have nth much to do. I dun actually agree to this statement as it pinpoints to guys. This happens to ladies as well. When one is tired of being together, despite of the gender, everything comes to their mind to make an excuse to leave. It doesn't matter whatever the other party does or say. But on the other hand, at times you can't say them wrong. You would rather your loved one to cheat u and stay with u(ended up both being unhappy or maybe your partner bearing all the sadness) or let him/her go search for his/her happiness? I'd rather let them go. What do u say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-8781280665828790761?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/8781280665828790761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=8781280665828790761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8781280665828790761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8781280665828790761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoufangkai-sam-lee.html' title='ShouFangKai(手放开) - Sam Lee'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-8529739473309186205</id><published>2009-03-22T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:03:49.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to DPC wit my little cute coussie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZf5FUoxVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cBpOyzobgzY/s1600-h/DSC_0673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZf5FUoxVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cBpOyzobgzY/s320/DSC_0673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316041844443366738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZf4sl4sLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iNKnPoz90Jk/s1600-h/DSC_0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZf4sl4sLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iNKnPoz90Jk/s320/DSC_0666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316041837804826802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZf4bxkv7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/29xGxKZ4lVE/s1600-h/DSC_0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZf4bxkv7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/29xGxKZ4lVE/s320/DSC_0661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316041833290448818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZf4IHgz7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/dZUDZ5V-UMs/s1600-h/DSC_0655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZf4IHgz7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/dZUDZ5V-UMs/s320/DSC_0655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316041828013756338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZf3-PM9sI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XQcD07TdCoE/s1600-h/DSC_0650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZf3-PM9sI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XQcD07TdCoE/s320/DSC_0650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316041825361655490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-8529739473309186205?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/8529739473309186205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=8529739473309186205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8529739473309186205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8529739473309186205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-to-dpc-wit-my-little-cute-coussie.html' title='A trip to DPC wit my little cute coussie'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZf5FUoxVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cBpOyzobgzY/s72-c/DSC_0673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-6897987166837761870</id><published>2009-03-22T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:42:05.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd shot(diff place)</title><content type='html'>This time i went alone again due to certain reasons. I went to another park which is the Manjalara park. Ever since the desa park city lake has opened, this place have onli left old people and young kids. The one point is though this happens but i see a good looking young lady around her 20's, jogging alone for many rounds. LOL. It's pleasant seeing good looking lady there. And one more thing is that these pictures I've taken, i took with an old version digital camera instead of my DSLR. Due to some convenience issues. Hope it's not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZb1BbDqTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VJ_U11W7RpA/s1600-h/IMG_2125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZb1BbDqTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VJ_U11W7RpA/s320/IMG_2125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316037376630565170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZb0qrjatI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4WmyRSNUDKQ/s1600-h/IMG_2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZb0qrjatI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4WmyRSNUDKQ/s320/IMG_2123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316037370525739730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZaGMg8oXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_JSO-YmIFbU/s1600-h/IMG_2119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZaGMg8oXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_JSO-YmIFbU/s320/IMG_2119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316035472642580850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZaGD2cBuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9YWE42b_5NM/s1600-h/IMG_2115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZaGD2cBuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9YWE42b_5NM/s320/IMG_2115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316035470316799714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZaFt0aeVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eb2tOmmfEvY/s1600-h/IMG_2111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZaFt0aeVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eb2tOmmfEvY/s320/IMG_2111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316035464402729298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZaFa3aWQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kZdL6LDhg38/s1600-h/IMG_2109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZaFa3aWQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kZdL6LDhg38/s320/IMG_2109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316035459315030274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZaFLWYwKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lm4UwlN8U0c/s1600-h/IMG_2099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZaFLWYwKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lm4UwlN8U0c/s320/IMG_2099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316035455149981858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-6897987166837761870?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/6897987166837761870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=6897987166837761870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6897987166837761870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/6897987166837761870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/3rd-shotdiff-place.html' title='3rd shot(diff place)'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScZb1BbDqTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VJ_U11W7RpA/s72-c/IMG_2125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-3709164422425919981</id><published>2009-03-22T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:16:09.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BMW on FIRE!!!</title><content type='html'>Ytd when i was passing by somewhere near bandar manjalara(goldhill), i saw loads of cars stuck at one place and many stopped by the side with double-signal. wondering wat was happening and when i look to the opposite road and guess what i saw? BMW 3series on fire!!! and wtf the ppl were standing there and look?!? what if the flames touches the fuel tank and explodes? idiots, so when i'm freed from the jam, i sped and went off. I've heard Gen2 on fire, not BMW. This is the 1st time i see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-3709164422425919981?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/3709164422425919981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=3709164422425919981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3709164422425919981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3709164422425919981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/bmw-on-fire.html' title='BMW on FIRE!!!'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-7884336138877965309</id><published>2009-03-21T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:18:55.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watched a movie</title><content type='html'>Watched a movie tonight. It showed how a perfect man being a burden to a very ordinary gal. How could this be when the girls are always dreaming for a perfect man and when he came to them, it became a pressure? Really wondering. The man in the movie married for 3 times before he caught with this girl and he failed the 4th time. The ending was maybe a little irreasonable but forget abt the ending, the movie was nice. what a night... Gdnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-7884336138877965309?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/7884336138877965309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=7884336138877965309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7884336138877965309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7884336138877965309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/watched-movie.html' title='Watched a movie'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-3156118861233391765</id><published>2009-03-20T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:49:37.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScOsrH1GWjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Coh18GT24pA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScOsrH1GWjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Coh18GT24pA/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281842063432242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the memories of laughing 哥&lt;br /&gt;Msg:&lt;br /&gt;供奉大佬，誓死追随laughing 哥!!!laughing 哥万岁!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-3156118861233391765?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/3156118861233391765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=3156118861233391765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3156118861233391765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3156118861233391765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/memorable-boss.html' title='Memorable boss'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/ScOsrH1GWjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Coh18GT24pA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-3675338514700157658</id><published>2009-03-17T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:30:04.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd shot to the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-z5wDSoLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/s2-NB1FALs8/s1600-h/Kent2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-z5wDSoLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/s2-NB1FALs8/s320/Kent2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314163890053095602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fren took for me and editted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-lE3jeB2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/WvOydaqh_Ig/s1600-h/album2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-lE3jeB2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/WvOydaqh_Ig/s320/album2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314147588371253090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took for fren and editted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-lEQbd5hI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VQ6kAeuIHX4/s1600-h/DSC_0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-lEQbd5hI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VQ6kAeuIHX4/s320/DSC_0644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314147577868707346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-klwmuYFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/n25WHmjEigg/s1600-h/DSC_0634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-klwmuYFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/n25WHmjEigg/s320/DSC_0634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314147053929914450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-klvYmomI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uwc1T6OkRZw/s1600-h/DSC_0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-klvYmomI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uwc1T6OkRZw/s320/DSC_0623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314147053602251362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's someone i know!! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-klvfQ0BI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6oBO3wWBEi0/s1600-h/DSC_0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-klvfQ0BI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6oBO3wWBEi0/s320/DSC_0621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314147053630181394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing to the baby?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-jQdC6qtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_75MYGV3RJ0/s1600-h/DSC_0597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-jQdC6qtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_75MYGV3RJ0/s320/DSC_0597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314145588390570706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-jQOG9wXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BLHiz3a5Qjc/s1600-h/DSC_0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-jQOG9wXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BLHiz3a5Qjc/s320/DSC_0570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314145584381018482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-itsIxuPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wtuqnpBxe90/s1600-h/DSC_0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-itsIxuPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wtuqnpBxe90/s320/DSC_0555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314144991146260722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you trying to imply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-itd7prXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fQKF7abXmmM/s1600-h/DSC_0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-itd7prXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fQKF7abXmmM/s320/DSC_0548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314144987333111154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-itRx_4OI/AAAAAAAAAFc/I3iHdLP342Y/s1600-h/DSC_0537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-itRx_4OI/AAAAAAAAAFc/I3iHdLP342Y/s320/DSC_0537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314144984071397602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-itJlIQsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jSIZy_DoXvQ/s1600-h/DSC_0516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-itJlIQsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jSIZy_DoXvQ/s320/DSC_0516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314144981869937346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-is7q9D0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/cKNocxaCF2k/s1600-h/DSC_0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-is7q9D0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/cKNocxaCF2k/s320/DSC_0490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314144978136272706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-fQuJAeaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5GLMtBCSMkk/s1600-h/DSC_0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-fQuJAeaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5GLMtBCSMkk/s320/DSC_0489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314141194933008802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artistic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-fQWC5F-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/IAJchZAmYx0/s1600-h/DSC_0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-fQWC5F-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/IAJchZAmYx0/s320/DSC_0481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314141188464908258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-fQOGnAdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jAvoDT3Mh1Y/s1600-h/DSC_0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-fQOGnAdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jAvoDT3Mh1Y/s320/DSC_0478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314141186333016530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-3675338514700157658?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/3675338514700157658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=3675338514700157658' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3675338514700157658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/3675338514700157658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-shot-to-park.html' title='2nd shot to the Park'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb-z5wDSoLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/s2-NB1FALs8/s72-c/Kent2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-7980805235230090865</id><published>2009-03-17T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:40:48.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb578gcrX4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/2pC6diUKbv8/s1600-h/poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb578gcrX4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/2pC6diUKbv8/s400/poem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313820889776349058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get, we lose,&lt;br /&gt;We come, we go,&lt;br /&gt;We smile, we cry,&lt;br /&gt;We're fast, we're slow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower blooms, flower dies,&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly come, Birds fly &amp;amp; go,&lt;br /&gt;Sun rises, sun sets,&lt;br /&gt;Water rises, water flow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do things as we're told,&lt;br /&gt;As time comes, we're getting old,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes but it never go,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts my friend, Just let it go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-7980805235230090865?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/7980805235230090865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=7980805235230090865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7980805235230090865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7980805235230090865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb578gcrX4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/2pC6diUKbv8/s72-c/poem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-8930516047102524273</id><published>2009-03-15T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:06:40.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Speaks it All</title><content type='html'>Today i went to the temple to pray for my godmother that is having her birthday today, after that i went to the park again, but not alone anymore. With a pretty, fat friend of mine. On the same time i met my trainer cycling to buy chicken wing from pasar malam and then to the park for exercise. Below are some pictures what happened in the park of me and the fat fella. Idiotic... Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*correction: pls replace the 相 with 想 due to some technical errors. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb0i3X4a7WI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PiSAX947fOo/s1600-h/pg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb0i3X4a7WI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PiSAX947fOo/s320/pg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313441470065864034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb0i3S2wcHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DlZnLfnOg3Y/s1600-h/pg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb0i3S2wcHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DlZnLfnOg3Y/s320/pg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313441468716707954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb0i3qi1UmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uDNYCW3j_kk/s1600-h/pg3+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb0i3qi1UmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uDNYCW3j_kk/s320/pg3+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313441475075592802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb0i3wjmhpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ph5mzn8cBGw/s1600-h/pg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb0i3wjmhpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ph5mzn8cBGw/s320/pg4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313441476689430162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that we both went back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-8930516047102524273?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/8930516047102524273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=8930516047102524273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8930516047102524273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8930516047102524273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/picture-speaks-it-all.html' title='Picture Speaks it All'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/Sb0i3X4a7WI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PiSAX947fOo/s72-c/pg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-479085290235962351</id><published>2009-03-10T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:13:23.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 09, 2009</title><content type='html'>The Hell Like Training Begins. Test of fitness, toughness, strength, stamina and determination begin today. I can do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-479085290235962351?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/479085290235962351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=479085290235962351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/479085290235962351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/479085290235962351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-09-2009.html' title='March 09, 2009'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-7363298632398297777</id><published>2009-03-09T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:11:29.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picturable evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbT1IozbApI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_QYU_4T9zWY/s1600-h/DSC_0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Basically this post links between today and yesterday for i have slept at 3am and i do not know how to tell it day by day. Ytd was a lonely day, lyin down whole day didn't know what to do, who to call and where to go after my breakfast with Ms Chan. Until the evening i finally got my lazy ass up and tried something i nvr tried before "ALONE". Wahahaha, the thing is going out to the park nearby my house and take photographs of nice sceneries with my "Laura"(Nikon D40). After that 2 "old" frens called me out for dinner, and we went to sent a fren for tattoo in my fren's house and finally went movie till 3. Following are the pictures taken for the day(5pm - 6.30pm).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbT1IozbApI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_QYU_4T9zWY/s1600-h/DSC_0462.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbT1IfryA6I/AAAAAAAAADs/H6yUIPe5Ex8/s1600-h/DSC_0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbT1IfryA6I/AAAAAAAAADs/H6yUIPe5Ex8/s320/DSC_0454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311139386869547938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbT0pjs4KEI/AAAAAAAAADc/USWVbNihD7g/s1600-h/DSC_0448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbT0pjs4KEI/AAAAAAAAADc/USWVbNihD7g/s320/DSC_0448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311138855371941954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Romantic old couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbT0pLSSEyI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ub9WFnMepoU/s1600-h/DSC_0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbT0pLSSEyI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ub9WFnMepoU/s320/DSC_0442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311138848817943330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;A nice white chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbT0pCg21pI/AAAAAAAAADM/wECI5f8gnOY/s1600-h/DSC_0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbT0pCg21pI/AAAAAAAAADM/wECI5f8gnOY/s320/DSC_0441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311138846463153810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbT0op95-pI/AAAAAAAAADE/Gukv1IGhdKE/s1600-h/DSC_0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbT0op95-pI/AAAAAAAAADE/Gukv1IGhdKE/s320/DSC_0439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311138839874108050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;This is when I see a man as lonely as I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbTzvC6R6kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CH9Q5Vdfjso/s1600-h/DSC_0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbTzvC6R6kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CH9Q5Vdfjso/s320/DSC_0436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311137850137373250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Holes in the leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbTzu73lzXI/AAAAAAAAACs/2m_i4dWwaRQ/s1600-h/DSC_0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbTzu73lzXI/AAAAAAAAACs/2m_i4dWwaRQ/s320/DSC_0434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311137848247045490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbTzudf-FAI/AAAAAAAAACk/KM8YFMssHGs/s1600-h/DSC_0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbTzudf-FAI/AAAAAAAAACk/KM8YFMssHGs/s320/DSC_0432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311137840094909442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbTzuAILoII/AAAAAAAAACc/WpDYL6GhZOs/s1600-h/DSC_0426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbTzuAILoII/AAAAAAAAACc/WpDYL6GhZOs/s320/DSC_0426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311137832210505858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Twintower in my area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here shows the 3 silly fellas that went buffet bbq steamboat together and ate like as if we starved for years.... Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbT2nfApOVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8JjSWpNayNw/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbT2nfApOVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8JjSWpNayNw/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311141018776189266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-7363298632398297777?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/7363298632398297777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=7363298632398297777' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7363298632398297777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/7363298632398297777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/picturable-evening.html' title='Picturable evening'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SbT1IfryA6I/AAAAAAAAADs/H6yUIPe5Ex8/s72-c/DSC_0454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-8884519714730999317</id><published>2009-03-06T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:51:01.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A boring day</title><content type='html'>As usual, it's a boring day today. All my daily routines and nth else. Just that i saw something unusual happening in my college today which is my fren's bike has custom made with a double piping which i find it funny(you know, how could you imagine a bike with double piping), and next is a funny lecturer(kamal) who speeds to college today(a cute lookin funny lecturer, speeding his way to work) lol. As for ytd, a special fren called from aussie when i needed a fren to talk most! Yay! And we talked for quite sometime. That's all i guess for now. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-8884519714730999317?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/8884519714730999317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=8884519714730999317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8884519714730999317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/8884519714730999317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/boring-day.html' title='A boring day'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-528496191998348703</id><published>2009-03-04T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:36:32.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day</title><content type='html'>Let's call it a day for now and start updating my blog. Everything seemed so normal for today, nothing really suprised me today that i can write here. Basically is just makan breakfast, go class, kena kutuk, kena kutuk and kena kutuk, went for a photography session for mr. Ports, then went back office. One thing i'm wondering, why i am the only one who did mistake and the whole class would laugh at me?? Really that funny? most probably thanks to my dear frensssssssssss.... assholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-528496191998348703?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/528496191998348703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=528496191998348703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/528496191998348703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/528496191998348703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-5182247226677243176</id><published>2009-02-27T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:00:55.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, Let it go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;    Yes, finally, learnt to let it go. Forget about it. Went to watch a movie today "Love Matters" but damn it, the movie wasn't same as the advertisement! Must find a way to get to that full movie! And wtf today a person i'm so afraid of to sit beside me in the class just sat beside me and OMFG! she's keep on asking me questions... Lol i guess my blog is so unorganized today. WTF, forget about it. ChoWzZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-5182247226677243176?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/5182247226677243176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=5182247226677243176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/5182247226677243176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/5182247226677243176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-let-it-go.html' title='Finally, Let it go..'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-4450187548310808710</id><published>2009-02-15T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:42:28.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days She Left 6</title><content type='html'>Yes, i skipped 2 days. Not because I'm lazy nor i'm back to the relationship but I was just so drunk, 2 nights back and couldn't write here. haiz, these few days was just so lonely and felt so insulted. Everyone wishin me happy valentines day and askin where's my gf and i just couldn't tell the truth so i lied. Today even worse, I walked in the night market alone for more than 5 rounds, then head to dinner alone and hell yeah, i finally ate alone outside and the feel is just so f****** lonely. haiz. nth much to express besides disappointment, sad and helpless. goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-4450187548310808710?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/4450187548310808710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=4450187548310808710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4450187548310808710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4450187548310808710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/02/days-she-left-6.html' title='Days She Left 6'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-543013951690923541</id><published>2009-02-05T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:43:14.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BlogBusiness</title><content type='html'>Yea, it's about blog business lately which is a heat. But outta all of the people trying out, i find not much are successful or maybe have good return. Wonder what is the factor behind that causes slow return and insuccessful of this method. I am thinking the advertising of the blog is still inefficient enough.... Observing and Discovering more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-543013951690923541?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/543013951690923541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=543013951690923541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/543013951690923541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/543013951690923541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogbusiness.html' title='BlogBusiness'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-4616944128674656385</id><published>2009-02-05T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:45:11.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending</title><content type='html'>Yea.... I just celebrated CNY, therefore it's a necessity(to the thoughts of me n my frens) to spend everyone a meal. I chosed KFC as it was not too expensive to spend for few fellas i guess. RM65 for 6, reasonable eh? I think so too... hmmm but before dat we went to LOWYAT to get a pc for my fren's relative and guess wat!? what a relative who even POW his relative's money... hmmm... insincere relative.... lol. but i guess ok la... it's for the petrol(which i drove my car and din get a penny) and his effort. lol. wtf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-4616944128674656385?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/4616944128674656385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=4616944128674656385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4616944128674656385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/4616944128674656385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/02/spending.html' title='Spending'/><author><name>Fsgt. Kent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865146979212485006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-0MZlrOHCo/SiK3WaIaewI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e4Qtgy1sbVo/S220/DT11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002858211208991357.post-5784364845239945263</id><published>2009-02-02T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:13:09.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF, iT's 2009!!</title><content type='html'>Oh, hello my friends! Guess what i felt after signing in my blog and trying to update the posts... Yes, you're right!!! I felt so... " WTF, It takes me 2009 to realise I have not been updating my blog ever since!!!! " DARN! I'm sorry dudes.... Let's just start this all over again alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once upon then time.... Oh no! Cut that crap!!! Yea...yea..... I'm just a lil high. Sorry againz. Year 2009 just arrived not long ago(after all it took me 2 months to realise). Let's see what's my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;new year wishes:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.)&lt;/span&gt; To update my blog more constantly &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.)&lt;/span&gt; Hope Life's better in this year &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.)&lt;/span&gt;  Long lasting relationship with my beloved &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.)&lt;/span&gt; Earning(or perhaps getting) more more and More money (Last but not least the usual wishes) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.)&lt;/span&gt; needless study hard but get results of flying colors &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.)&lt;/span&gt; needless be concerned but healthy &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.)&lt;/span&gt; needless be careful but safe &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.)&lt;/span&gt; Needless work hard but money just flow in like crazy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.)&lt;/span&gt; Chics too, flow in like crazy. Yea, you must be thinking "This guy just wants everything without doing anything" Yea... I am. but WHO doesn't want this?! Can't you just relax and be more fiction while reading? This is just the only place you could perform your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BTW, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; just passed. I had it a simple and relaxing festival. Though it's simple, I had it with beloved one and I am a person who loves simplicity(doesn't mean i'm lazy). Therefore, I'd love this to be repeated again!!! so that i can sleep very late, wake up very late, relax like i never had, eat like the next moment i wouldn't be eating anymore, spend as if the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;money just come in free(Yes indeed, for ever chinese youngsters Especially in this occasion)&lt;/span&gt;. Could you imagine how nice it is? but sadly, 10 days just passed like a dream. The busy ad miserable life is starting again... My sorrow is flowing again... i guess it's just here for now... Enjoy the new auspicious cow year of 2009. MoOoO..............&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002858211208991357-5784364845239945263?l=k3ntyun9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/feeds/5784364845239945263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002858211208991357&amp;postID=5784364845239945263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/5784364845239945263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002858211208991357/posts/default/5784364845239945263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k3ntyun9.blogspot.com/2009/02/wtf-its-2009.html' title='WTF, iT&apos;s 2009!!'/><author><name>Fsgt. 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