<?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-5593790</id><updated>2011-08-02T03:54:54.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Kit Kiat::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-1459742959776443652</id><published>2009-06-19T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:43:26.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Put your head on my shoulderHold me in your arms, babySqueeze me oh so tightShow me that you love me tooPut your lips next to mine, dearWon't you kiss me once, babyJust a kiss goodnight, may beYou and I will fall in lovePeople say that love's a gameA game you just can't winIf there's a wayI'll find it some dayAnd then this fool with rush inPut your head on my shoulderWhisper in my ear, babyWords </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/1459742959776443652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/1459742959776443652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1459742959776443652' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-4516471424751372037</id><published>2009-06-17T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:59:37.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The greatest adventure of all time with little sweet.Night at the Museum 2, Star Trek,  Monster VS Aliens, State of Play, Ghosts of Girlfriends PastA stonsB akerzinC edeleD omeE ighteen ChefsMORE TO COME YAY</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4516471424751372037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4516471424751372037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4516471424751372037' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-8280679178881204875</id><published>2009-06-08T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:14:38.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A - AstonsB - BakerzinC - Cafe Cartel, CedeleD - ???All because of me saying B comes before C therefore Bakerzin!lol.D - Delifrance / Ding Tai Fung / Dian Xiao ErE - Eighteen ChefsF - dunnoeG- GelareH - ....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/8280679178881204875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/8280679178881204875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8280679178881204875' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-4025505377668771057</id><published>2009-05-30T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:28:23.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vi came and left. Had lots of fun! Saw the dudes from S12A, too bad the dudettes were overseas/sick. mindcafe and ktved, ahhh how nice to relive those memories. wrong, it should be creating new memories!Listening to Joe Hisaishi's pieces now, composer for Okuribito, damn tempting to indulge in emo-ness haha. But emoing is not good! Must embrace sad things, and still be positive wahaahha, that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4025505377668771057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4025505377668771057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4025505377668771057' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-5802357782872913598</id><published>2009-05-25T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:56:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear WOON KIAT WENG Application No:  A00051266   We are pleased to inform you  that you have been awarded NANYANG SCHOLARSHIP to pursue your  undergraduate program in Aerospace Engineering &amp; Economics at Nanyang  Technological University commencing from Academic Year  2009-10.   The letter of offer will be  sent to you separately by post.   Please let us know your  decision whether you wish to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/5802357782872913598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/5802357782872913598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5802357782872913598' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-5494480366695922253</id><published>2009-05-18T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:29:39.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi there little one. (=</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/5494480366695922253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/5494480366695922253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5494480366695922253' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-8951284949898620678</id><published>2009-05-10T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:39:28.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had a great night out with sheena on friday haha... had cartel, rochor tauhwey, and watched star trek. pretty good movie haha, can see her jump a few times XD but overall pace was good, thought it would be some gay boring show -_-saturday night, jon foo's party. weird luh, see so many familiar faces around haha, cos i was from same pri sch, same sec sch, same jc, same army formation... so social </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/8951284949898620678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/8951284949898620678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8951284949898620678' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-2624748299931653726</id><published>2009-05-06T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:13:56.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interview today!Drove down to NTU, damn big, damn nice. Reached around 2pm at the SSC, passed them some certs and IC then waited....Spoke to a PRC, who got into EEE and Econs, and a NSF still serving, who got into Chem Engin. looks like the competition in terms of charisma and speech wise wasn't that amazing... Perhaps it was just a small sample size.Anyways the Dean of Student admissions, Dean </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/2624748299931653726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/2624748299931653726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2624748299931653726' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-3829257705336231936</id><published>2009-05-05T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:57:41.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday had korean dinner with mum and dad. Treated them as a combined mother's/father's day + wedding annivesary celebration haha. Budget to the max. Anyways I missed ktv session with Qi En and co. so they should be touched!Drove to Plaza Singapura on Saturday!Had a picnic with JSPS last Saturday at Marina Barrage! Those people still as young and lively as ever haha... Had sushi, sandwiches, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3829257705336231936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3829257705336231936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3829257705336231936' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-7762673301278547990</id><published>2009-04-30T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:24:51.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Received my driving license!Fudge.NTU scholarship interview next week. Pa4 Pa4~No stress. It's just free money.Skipped mambo last night.marina barrage with JSPS this satktv with sheena and random peeps on sat nightwahahahaha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7762673301278547990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7762673301278547990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#7762673301278547990' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-4668608686215753979</id><published>2009-04-30T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:16:03.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 5!Today we go home! Wanted to walk Xi Men Ding after breakfast... but most of the shops were closed cos it was too early. Bah, so went back hotel to pack up... wash up, and watch TV! The bus came pretty soon though. Transferred to the main bus at Taipei station, and it was a 40 min ride to the airport...Ahhh it's time to leave Taiwan again. Hopefully will be back sometime soon to tour other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4668608686215753979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4668608686215753979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4668608686215753979' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-3435419301824219424</id><published>2009-04-29T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:09:24.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 4!Felt pretty bad for not getting to shop last night, parents didn't allow due to the fact I was down with Floo. But today shall be different!Mum did planning for today, since I was really unwell last night, Mum looked at the map and circled out places of attraction we were to visit today. First stop is Zhong Zheng Ji Nian Tang, I think I was here 14 yrs ago or something, can't really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3435419301824219424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3435419301824219424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3435419301824219424' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-3722685459040048134</id><published>2009-04-27T16:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:00:08.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 3:  Today we go... mountain climbing! After the first two days in Taipei, I gained enough confidence and familarity with the Taipei transportation system. Basically it's very much the same as Singapore, just that 80% of the information is in mandarin. Other than that, figuring out how to get to anywhere is pretty simple. So much so that even Taiwanese ask me how to get around -_- Mission of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3722685459040048134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3722685459040048134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3722685459040048134' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-3656696888819072626</id><published>2009-04-23T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:17:51.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 2!Woke up earrrllyyyy in the morning, didn't really have a good rest because I was still having the adrenaline rush from my driving test but never mind, today we're going Jiu Fen! Jiu Fen was one of the scheduled attraction we should have visited the last time I was in TW but then due to heavy rain it was shifted to Miramar shopping mall, sooo, so excited! Saw Jiu Fen on TV before, seems </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3656696888819072626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3656696888819072626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3656696888819072626' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-8902711596867853884</id><published>2009-04-22T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:11:47.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am bored in the office. So I shall blog. About my 5 day 4 nights taipei holideh!Special request for peektures, fulfilled!Day 1: First time I'm in Changi Airport Terminal 3! Can't blame me, I'm not that frequent a traveller. Of course, being curious I set off to explore. Terminal 3 has two wings, one atas wing, and one cheapo wing, so choose carefully! Anyways, we went in quite late so it wasn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/8902711596867853884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/8902711596867853884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#8902711596867853884' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-981528490179130943</id><published>2009-04-14T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:42:35.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"According to our news reporters on scene, at exactly 11:24 am this Tuesday morning, an extremely dangerous driver has been let loose again on the roads. Huge crowds gather outside Kg Ubi Driving Centre, carrying banners and boards proclaiming angry messages against the passing of the practical driving test by this dangerous driver. Despite strong pressures from the top brass, the examiner later </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/981528490179130943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/981528490179130943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#981528490179130943' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-2297114603594675520</id><published>2009-04-06T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:13:23.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am, wearing blue, on a Monday, in my office with nothing to do. So instead of doing quizzes on facebook like I've always done, I decided to check out channelnewsasia.com.Asia is a pretty exciting theatre right now, especially the north eastern sector. The N.Ks have gone and done it. And I must say that if there is a first, there will be a second, there will be many. It's true. "Rules must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/2297114603594675520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/2297114603594675520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#2297114603594675520' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-907646139441757871</id><published>2009-04-04T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:03:54.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah I just love it when I come back to this same old place, it's just about the only place that doesn't change, or perhaps it's just all relative... because it changes with me, it all seems constant to me.A space where I can reflect while listening to some thought invoking music, ah the only solace I get from the daily rumbles of life. I just received a letter from NTU notifying me of acceptance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/907646139441757871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/907646139441757871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#907646139441757871' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-7473971163212819128</id><published>2009-03-22T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:53:06.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okuribito (Departures), undoubtedly an Oscar winner.So much beauty was injected into this masterpiece, that you don't even need to try to be touched by this movie. Another perspective was opened up for me, for death that is. Watching the main character (Daigo) preparing the dead for their departures was so... amazing. Precise movements, with grace and beauty made the entire ritual seem like a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7473971163212819128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7473971163212819128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7473971163212819128' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-3338010091789388237</id><published>2009-03-04T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:41:13.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh A level results coming out this coming Friday. No, I'm not affected, well maybe yea, since I'm gonna try for Nanyang scholarship, which opens for application on the same day. Gotta fight with those youngsters, haha I feel old. No expectations, no disappointment, just look at it as free money as I walk by. Gonna try pick it up, if someone slaps my hand, just shrug and walk off. ^^ Spare cash </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3338010091789388237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3338010091789388237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3338010091789388237' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-5466526509265240332</id><published>2009-02-09T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:58:44.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>smr00 sent me our duet of Xiao Jiu Wo. It's so nice! Finally a duet partner that makes me feel inferior haha. She came in first in a singing comp, me 6! But since she approached me for the duet, I'm really honoured! Hehe, must record Shan Hu Hai with her one of these days. Yay! This Xiao Jiu Wo is for Valentine's Special, will be available soon on Soundclick!Went out with the RE people to eat at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/5466526509265240332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/5466526509265240332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5466526509265240332' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-750152108989244317</id><published>2009-02-04T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:37:02.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1.5 ft X 1 ft X 1ftFlora: Polysperma Hygrophila, Water Wisteria, Java Moss,  BBA =)Fauna: 5 Harlequin Rasboras, 1 Oto, 60+ Cherry Shrimps, 50+ Ghost  ShrimpsPolysperma hygrophila on the left, wisteria on the right corner,  java moss in right foreground, and BBA on DW =) Left the BBA alone since it  stays there and leaves my fast plants alone, java moss green and healthy not  bothered at all. Dont</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/750152108989244317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/750152108989244317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#750152108989244317' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biLyV_BR9Xg/SYmZ55icMbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5t0WPppGgNg/s72-c/fishtank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-4091861666744152434</id><published>2009-01-19T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:08:24.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music is damn powerful.I listen to Jay when I go to work, and club hits when i knock off. it's all in the routine already. And I can only blog when listening to music!Things are heating up in 2009. I'm picking up the pace in the office, and off working hours there are sooo many birthdays to attend. so many people are turning 21 eh, stepping into the big ocean and getting their feet wet. I'm still</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4091861666744152434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4091861666744152434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4091861666744152434' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-6587911349165001884</id><published>2009-01-14T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:33:37.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rat race. That's what 75% of the people are running nowadays.I have just started my working life. Now I'm at some company helping out with random documentation and errands, earning enough to finance purchases that make me happy, as well as the always handy alcohol. Besides that I'm also saving for a trip that hopefully will come true at the end of my working stint, prolly around June/July. Gotta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/6587911349165001884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/6587911349165001884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6587911349165001884' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-3642324486394464118</id><published>2008-12-15T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:10:41.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Starting work on Wednesday this week. Gotta get myself some long sleeved shirts to get to work. Bummer, what a difficult task. Dark colours look better for me, but the last time I been there everyone seems to be wearing striped, light coloured shirts. o_O Dun wanna stick out, so I'm gonna try a plain pastel shirt with a dark tie. Zzz so boring, but I guess it'll do.Wishlist: Mp3 player (which one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3642324486394464118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3642324486394464118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#3642324486394464118' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-2949719794060523930</id><published>2008-12-09T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:01.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been hanging out with zee, zh, dh to drink, chill, talk, stuff that I guess guys our age do. when we get together there's an exchange, an update of the happenings and various interesting incidents which pop up here and there, and we all get in touch with each other's lives. not that they've heard much of mine, not that i have much of one either =)Sometimes, I wonder, what do people see in me? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/2949719794060523930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/2949719794060523930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#2949719794060523930' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-6319686517766178959</id><published>2008-11-15T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:13:45.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ORD.That's the word that comes onto everyone's mouth when they meet each other (the guys). For my batch, there's basically nothing else much to talk about. Everyone is transiting back to the civilian stage. For the men who were once boys, they're boys again.NSF life is finally over. Now it's time to drop back to reality. No more a thousand dollar paycheck, I've got to source for a job that pays </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/6319686517766178959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/6319686517766178959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6319686517766178959' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-9029586397910459535</id><published>2008-10-05T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:42:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woohoo long time since an update!Came back from a cruise quite sometime ago, had a ball of a time at the casino, it's amazing how some of those aunties at markets actually are able to afford the extravagant bets they place all the time. Crazy people. After that trip, I made a promise to myself, I'm gonna open a casino. XD jus jking. but frankly, if u wanna get rich, like real rich, just open a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/9029586397910459535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/9029586397910459535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#9029586397910459535' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-4988911638437069532</id><published>2008-09-14T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:57:01.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I replace the sakura petals with The Musical Score seen in D.Grayman, and the music playing is just the one Allen Walker plays while looking at this score, one which only Mana Walker and him understands, the 14th's music....There's a song to it...soshite bouyaha nemuri ni tsuiteikizuku hai no naka no honoo hitotsu futatsu toukabu fukurami itoshii yokogaodaichi ni taruru ikusen no yume yumeginno </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4988911638437069532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4988911638437069532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#4988911638437069532' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-2545367799277178629</id><published>2008-09-07T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:10:48.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>94 days to ORD...It's been close to 2 years. I met buddies in BMT, comrades in SAFTI, and brothers in Armour. All have made my NS experience a wonderful one. No doubt there was hardship, but those guys, somehow or rather were always there to see me through. Not the strongest one in the crowd, there were times when I found myself falling into the abyss, only to find my hand being grasped by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/2545367799277178629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/2545367799277178629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2545367799277178629' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-4976453348743137754</id><published>2008-08-25T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:31:22.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>25 August 08, the day I finally had closure to one year of longing... when everything just seemed right.Today we went to IMM, a place we went before close to one year ago. At that time, she was renting a room near there, and I was an officer cadet. Today, she's here for summer break, and I'm a commissioned officer. We had Ichiban Sushi then, Pepper Lunch today, and IMM hasn't changed much since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4976453348743137754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4976453348743137754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4976453348743137754' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-7970215850618516299</id><published>2008-08-23T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:20:12.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is the Saturday that I've been waiting for! Someone is right here in Singapore, and that makes it reaaaalllyy special!Just came back fromSingle Tank Battle Course Field Camp. This batch of cadets has shown more potential than the previous did. At least they are a little more hardworking, and understand things better when we explain to them. I wonder if it is truly due to the fact that they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7970215850618516299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7970215850618516299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#7970215850618516299' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-287740952333602739</id><published>2008-08-17T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:00:51.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder if it's because of the fact that I don't understand the language, that is why the song never fails to tug at my heart, because it's not just merely listening and understanding the lyrics as with other songs, but you learn to hear the emotions, the feeling in the song. Communication can truly be carried out through various forms even without language...Bought reebok running shoes today, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/287740952333602739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/287740952333602739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#287740952333602739' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-5984017114272479817</id><published>2008-08-14T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:21:47.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>啊。。。天天想， 夜夜也想。。。 真是神奇。 最近因为一位稀客的探访， 让我整个人都开心了起来。 所谓有朋自远方来， 不亦乐乎！ 当然， 看见其他的老朋友也让我开心， 但再次见到她， 更是爽。还以为我们之间出现了什么问题呢， 让事情发生得如此突然。 但一回来， 谈过之后， 我一切的烦恼都消失了。 虽然还是不想继续， 可是， 我依然照我当初所说的， 一定会保持承诺。别说我因等待而傻， 我也管不了这么多了， 人生短短几十年， 又何须这么烦恼呢？ 哈哈， 除了你，从来没有一个能让我如此自在，轻松， 快乐， 充实。 你也让我深深的体会到淳淳的，美妙的爱。荣仔在此深深地向你道谢！你跟我说你付出太多，才让我觉得是忽略了你。也许是我待人处事没那么棒，所以才让你觉得我没去珍惜这份感情。其实现在说了也是马后炮，白说。无论是朋友还是什么关系，你对我的意义，无人能代替。嘻！多么希望我们俩都不用长大！</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/5984017114272479817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/5984017114272479817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#5984017114272479817' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-7936435759022705265</id><published>2008-08-09T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:40:02.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Complains, things need to be changed...They say things are made fair here. In my opinion, I beg to differ. Everyone has the freedom of speech, but who listens? Oly a certain special class gets to have their opinion heard. Perhaps our opinions are heard, but acted on? I don't think so. Why then does a special class of people get their opinions heard? Just because of some casual talk over coffee, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7936435759022705265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7936435759022705265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#7936435759022705265' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-2673724901543240957</id><published>2008-08-09T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T10:52:49.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're the strawberry, I'll be soya, SOY JOYFUL together!That's a pretty cute ad. It's quite interesting to see a strawberry and soya bean couple give birth to a fruit bar! The creators nowadays must be getting a lil bored nowadays haha....Of late, I've been listening to songs with heavier beats, prolly cos of one particular ride in my friend's car, with the modded sound system and all, the beat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/2673724901543240957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/2673724901543240957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2673724901543240957' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-1932237228585647296</id><published>2008-07-26T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T22:54:17.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you ever get confused? I do...I think I understand how junkies feel. Taking it and getting the high.... then suddenly disappearing, leaving u having with the worst withdrawal symptoms you can ever imagine. After what feels like eternity, you finally get back to your normal life, thinking that everything is over, telling yourself to move on. THEN, it pops out on the market again... and as the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/1932237228585647296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/1932237228585647296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1932237228585647296' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-7305510838649442588</id><published>2008-07-19T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:37:00.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>难以忘记初次见你 一双迷人的眼睛在我脑海里 你的身影挥散不去...握你的双手感觉你的温柔 真的有点透不过气你的天真我想珍惜 看到你受委屈我会伤心只怕我自己会爱上你 不敢让自己靠的太近怕我没什么能够给你 爱你也需要很大的勇气只怕我自己会爱上你 也许有天会情不自禁想念只让自己苦了自己 爱上你是我情非得已难以忘记初次见你 一双迷人的眼睛在我脑海里你的身影挥散不去握你的双手感觉你的温柔 真的有点透不过气你的天真我想珍惜 看到你受委屈我会伤心只怕我自己会爱上你 不敢让自己靠的太近怕我没什么能够给你 爱你也需要很大的勇气只怕我自己会爱上你 也许有天会情不自禁想念只让自己苦了自己 爱上你是我情非得已</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7305510838649442588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7305510838649442588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7305510838649442588' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-3094802309266930526</id><published>2008-07-10T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:37:47.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, PrideIt seems that pride is said to be the most dangerous and the one which all other sins arise form. Pride is the desire to look better and to be better than other people, and in disregarding everything else, pride can lead one's drowning in the other six deadly sins.My my... that's interesting. I never knew pride was one of the deadly sins. Maybe I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3094802309266930526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3094802309266930526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3094802309266930526' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-3138422458218920347</id><published>2008-07-08T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:58:39.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bespectacled me..Work, work, work. Work in the office, work in the vehicle shed, work wherever I go. It isn't a bad feeling when you get to do work, feels pretty good to be exhausted while doing work, rather than to wait. Work. Takes your mind off things. Work. Sharpens your mind and keeps those creative juices flowing. Ever need to numb yourself, work. 6 more months till I ord. Life has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3138422458218920347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/3138422458218920347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3138422458218920347' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-5390283163348453608</id><published>2008-07-05T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:24:24.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>想い出を摘んできましょ　花を摘んできましょLet's pick memories; let's pick flowers胸の闇に一輪差し飾るのI raise a single flower to the darkness in my chest and decorate itいつだって行き止まりで　決して逃げられないAt a dead end all the time, I can never escape空の鳥へ哀しみのせ飛ばすのI'll let my sorrow ride on the birds in the sky and flyここは仮縫い // This place is the basting私を縛る永遠 // The eternity that binds me行きも帰りも過ぎてゆくは夢 // Whose going and returning passes by me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/5390283163348453608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/5390283163348453608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5390283163348453608' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-4120976862928116905</id><published>2008-07-03T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:39:07.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I were to die, I just want to tell my parents that I love them, and of course still that very very special person.No, I'm not going to attempt some high risk activity, ok maybe I'm just used to high risk training in the army, but then, it's not like I'm gonna die any moment. I just want to put it somewhere so that if, IF it really happens, at least there won't be any regrets. Actually, come to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4120976862928116905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4120976862928116905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4120976862928116905' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-221093758858911354</id><published>2008-06-29T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:45:40.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hear this vengeance, and I will exact this revenge. Ferrying this vengeance straight to hell...The Japanese are really out of the box, they never fail to surprise me with weird storylines coming from their anime everytime. How is it that these people get their imaginative power, it's something that always intrigues me. Is it the lifestyle? The things we're exposed to in everyday life? Don't you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/221093758858911354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/221093758858911354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#221093758858911354' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-7646087511142618166</id><published>2008-06-10T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:23:42.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back from a 2 day 2 night trip at Fraser Hill, excluding one overnight train trip. Weather's really nice, but let the pictures speak for themselves about the whole trip ^^First class train cabin, got doubled decked berths, but not a good place to sleep with all the rattling and noise.After alighting at KLCC, took a 2 hour teksi trip up to The Pine Resort up at Fraser Hill. Along the way....Lake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7646087511142618166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7646087511142618166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7646087511142618166' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-9001682027477558572</id><published>2008-05-30T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:45:39.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah... my blog has come alive again after revamping it. Lately nothing seems to get me down, at least not too much.. probably my motivation comes from anime music. I don't know how those Japanese write their songs, but they seem full of emotion, meaning, purpose, life. It's not that Chinese and English songs don't have that flavour, I guess it's a different thing altogether. Maybe it's the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/9001682027477558572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/9001682027477558572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#9001682027477558572' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-6045176446888497546</id><published>2008-05-25T22:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:29:48.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nobody knows who I really amI never felt this empty beforeAnd if I ever need someone to come alongWho’s gonna comfort me and keep me strongWe are all rowing the boat of fateThe waves keep on comin’ and we can’t escapeBut if we ever get lost on our wayThe waves would guide you through another day遠くで息をしてる //Breathing in the distance透明になったみたい //As if I've become transparent暗闇に思えたけど //It seemed to be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/6045176446888497546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/6045176446888497546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#6045176446888497546' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-954865082170440732</id><published>2008-05-13T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:55:50.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>纳投名状，结兄弟谊，死生相托，吉凶相救，福祸相依，患难相依。外人乱我兄弟者，视投名状，必杀之！兄弟乱我兄弟者，视投名状，必杀之！ 从此，兄弟的命就是命，其他的，皆可杀！</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/954865082170440732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/954865082170440732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#954865082170440732' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-8834081159672076720</id><published>2008-02-18T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:29:32.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need to get away from everything. away from my life. every single thing i do, i see, i feel, hear, remind me of her. sometimes its unfair that people get to move on, and you get stuck, and people just don't care. i guess thats my life haha, everyone moves on, so quickly you don't even get to see them again. all the places I went with her, the things we did... I know now why she cannot hold </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/8834081159672076720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/8834081159672076720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#8834081159672076720' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-9180276385293924268</id><published>2008-02-07T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:32:32.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>想到当时， 我们彼此答应彼此如果找到更好的对方， 就一定放心地去谈恋爱。 可是你也许不知道我并不是那么想的， 你说世界上有更好的女生， 我想有了你， 我也不希罕其他人了。 就像当时身旁有这么多比我更好的帅哥， 你也傻傻地等了我两年。我现在的心情就和你差不多。。。 你了解吗？ 我想过， 可能我们相爱得不够深， 所以你觉得守护着这份爱情让你疲倦， 不值得。 因为我知道你从来没这么快放弃一件事， 除非对你已是没什么意义了。 多希望你写给我的字条还是真的， 哈哈。。。 让你告诉你一个小秘密：其实我希望你会和我厮守一辈子， 而我也（ok, 这听起来会很自私 =P) 暗暗地希望我在你心中永远都占领一个特别的位子， 谁也不能代替。 =D我爱你， 你是我的朱丽叶~ ^^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/9180276385293924268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/9180276385293924268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#9180276385293924268' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-2743080542769362134</id><published>2008-02-06T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:08:42.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i wonder, why do people suddenly change their viewpoint, and make such drastic decisions. has she been thinking about this for a long time? or was it a certain chain of events that resulted in this decision? life has been kind to me so far, having a great gal like her once is the best thing that ever happened to me. but i guess i have to accept the fact that people change, and she has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/2743080542769362134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/2743080542769362134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2743080542769362134' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-45550220910317733</id><published>2008-02-03T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:26:10.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from Dec 2006 till Feb 2008, we almost lasted two years... we reached the last leg, and you stopped running with me...i just realised i cant make it a clean break. i promised her ill wait for her, and no matter how hard i try, i cant imagine myself breaking that promise. well... even though we're both declared single now, it's still pretty damn painful whenever i imagine her with another guy, or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/45550220910317733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/45550220910317733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#45550220910317733' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-870421092703378019</id><published>2008-02-02T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:10:18.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so this is it. words cant really describe my feelings. maybe just to quote some... they would be: angry, disappointed, sad, stirred, i dont know... angry at who? myself? disappointed? why? because of the things i didn't do? sad? because of the consequence of my overconfidence? stirred... because I know that I could have done more to prevent this day.i also dont know what to say. Suddenly, life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/870421092703378019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/870421092703378019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#870421092703378019' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-4592344390092730405</id><published>2007-11-17T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:15:50.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to be commissioned as an Armour Officer! Just had parents' visiting day and finally got to show my parents what I have been training in the past 5 months. Finally, there is a closure to all the tough training that has been thrown at me till now. Fruits of my labour finally find their way into my pocket ^^ 15th December will be the day when I actually get commissioned, and its a shame </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4592344390092730405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4592344390092730405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4592344390092730405' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-4491820332472405270</id><published>2007-11-06T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T03:39:37.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im back from taiwan! ill make a detailed blog entry when i have the time. for now ll just say that i wanna go taiwan again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4491820332472405270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4491820332472405270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4491820332472405270' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-7505300124672464952</id><published>2007-09-01T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T16:19:45.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The past week has been pretty bad for us tankies again... Integrity problems are on the rise (so they say) and we have lack of effort in training.Sometimes, it makes me wonder whether punishing the whole course of 18 people due to one person's mistake will truly make us learn better. It's not like we don't remind each other, but is it not true that certain things are still up to oneself to ensure</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7505300124672464952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7505300124672464952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7505300124672464952' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-491503595579705275</id><published>2007-08-25T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:21:31.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lack of sleep has made me irritable, and lowered my tolerance level. Shagged out from my single tank battle course (2 days no sleep + tekan), little events in the day piss me off worse than ever before. have to control, but hell, control is a lot more tougher than I thought it would be.Anyway, she's safe and sound in America, and that quells most of my worries for now. Just hope she gets settled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/491503595579705275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/491503595579705275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#491503595579705275' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-4031542755011984998</id><published>2007-08-19T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:50:01.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny how some things in life makes you contemplate things differently, and life sure is weird, moving quickly at times, and excruciatingly slow at others.Well, just finished the last copy of Harry Potter, that is Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for those of you who don't know, and it's weird that after finishing it, I look back to the time when I first picked up a Harry Potter book and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4031542755011984998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/4031542755011984998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4031542755011984998' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-7568374457606389683</id><published>2007-07-01T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T17:29:34.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a very long time since I last updated my blog. A little update on my life so far...         After BMT I got into OCS, and life was tough because of my posting into Delta wing, a so called scholar wing. Training programmes were packed to the max to make time for those people who had to book out to go for scholarship interviews, and life at that time really seemed unfair because I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7568374457606389683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/7568374457606389683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7568374457606389683' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-40205087400380150</id><published>2007-03-10T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:49:04.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A levels was great, thanks for all the good luck! Seems that a lot of people perform exceptionally well this year, way beyond their expectations. Good job and congratulations!POP is next week loh. no longer a chao recruit!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/40205087400380150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/40205087400380150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#40205087400380150' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-1177714249182548010</id><published>2007-02-27T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T12:44:19.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Letters from Iwo Jima is pretty damn good. Go watch it. Haha, my time left as a chao recruit is really little now, and I'm gonna pass out in 9 days time! not faint ar, it's a pass out parade! Something made me happy on my last bookout, cos someone said I look good in uniform! hehe, sadly i still think i look toot in green. Okay, gonna book in again soon. Til next time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/1177714249182548010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/1177714249182548010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1177714249182548010' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-116766172584576802</id><published>2007-01-01T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:28:45.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so 2007 has come...spent the night at zhaohan's place, watched Underworld 2 and Butterfly Effect. Talk cock then sleep. Thought that the countdown on channel 5 was pretty sad. the crowd to performers ratio was pretty small from the looks of it. bleh, wish everyone a happy 2007.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116766172584576802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116766172584576802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116766172584576802' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-116738833707144753</id><published>2006-12-29T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T18:32:17.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Missing someone terribly,wishing she could be with me.Hope to fulfill that little promise,to watch the sun rise over the early morning sea.Change is painful yes,but inevitable, for both you and me.For two years we waited,like fools we hesitated,and the truth was never told,until today.We both have our lives to lead,and we're just too proud to admit,then sometimes it would just be better,to just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116738833707144753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116738833707144753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116738833707144753' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-116610428976243139</id><published>2006-12-14T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T21:51:29.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ookay, so I'm enlisting tomorrow. Seriously, don't know what to feel now. Excited? Not really cos there's nothing to be excited about. Terrified? i wouldn't know, if my platoon is filled with unfit people, hey, I sure as hell won't be at the bottom. Feel like escaping? Not really, i've been rotting, need some sunshine to get rid of the mould, and I bet $2.50 I'll get loads of it. Now you owe me a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116610428976243139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116610428976243139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116610428976243139' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-116556545785673537</id><published>2006-12-08T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:10:57.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took the COMPASS test today to see if i can be a pilot.Air force, above all.hahahahahahaha.ok at 0748 hrs i reached the place, and i was the earliest. Lady there said i was early and i could take a bite. I took a dump. Then at 0810, people started coming in. i saw ngiap hong. Ah then we went in after a short brief by the lady.Decently sized office like room with cubicles. Put our bags in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116556545785673537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116556545785673537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116556545785673537' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-116547100759314721</id><published>2006-12-07T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:56:47.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know what I want to study now. Ah finally, two weeks without a aim in your life is pretty sad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116547100759314721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116547100759314721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116547100759314721' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-116540613522741547</id><published>2006-12-06T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:55:35.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back from KL and prom! Actually i would rather call it grad night.KL was a great trip although i thought that the day when we were conned could have been spent going to Genting. Too bad...Tip to KL made me a happy boy/man/guy haha whatever you think, it just made my day!Prom was just like that. Girls so dressed up that you would doubt that they're from RJ, non alcoholic event, couldnt wait for it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116540613522741547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116540613522741547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116540613522741547' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-116135152502891698</id><published>2006-10-20T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:38:45.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm learning korean now! maybe one day i'll relearn japanese ^^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116135152502891698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116135152502891698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116135152502891698' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-116118321122806027</id><published>2006-10-18T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:53:31.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm baaacccck.ABCC for prelims. not quite there yet but hey, miracles dont happen. ^^my aim is AAAB for a lvls. (so that i can surprise myself with 4 A's)oh well no pressure.I'm going NTU/NUS.Don't know what course.Heh what else? watch Goong Princess Hours. It's not a girl show. =/luck wish everyone A levels in.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116118321122806027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/116118321122806027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116118321122806027' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-115659025198213705</id><published>2006-08-26T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:04:11.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hash words were said,And lies were told instead.I didn't ever mean to make you cry.But love can make us weak, and make us strong.And before too very long, I was totally in love with you.I bathed in you,Lost in you, captivated by you,Amazed by you, dazed by you.Nothing can go wrong, Nothing can go wrong,Nothing can go wrong.So tonight I'll sing A song to all my friends,Also to whose we won't be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/115659025198213705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/115659025198213705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115659025198213705' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-115435179565762017</id><published>2006-07-31T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:17:58.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>冷え枯れた砂漠のすみにAt the edge of the frozen desert夕暮れが迫って来ればIf dawn is imminent独り見上げる空高くなっていくI stand alone and stare at the height of the sky想い出せない過去からのFrom the past which I have forgotten数えきれない瑕からのFrom the innumerable wounds訣別の狼煙がたちのぼるA smoke signal of goodbye rises絡みつく風の冷たさがThe chill of the wind which envelops me夜露を結ぶセイジの葉がThe Celadon leaf that secures the nightime dew旅発つ刻を示唆してゆらめくThe suggested time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/115435179565762017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/115435179565762017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115435179565762017' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-115288570938395778</id><published>2006-07-14T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:01:49.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gave my blog a mouth to mouth, it's alive!Just finished Commons 2. Got ABDO, stupid f maths and economics. hoho, i'm going downhill.Watch Pirates of the Caribbean 2 today, giving it 8 out of 10. 2 lost due to the ending, too much anticipation for the audience. Really great plot, not draggy at all throughout the movie. Even sitting at the first row did not deter us from watching the movie intently</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/115288570938395778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/115288570938395778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115288570938395778' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-114240882749179717</id><published>2006-03-15T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:47:07.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>common test. good luck everyone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/114240882749179717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/114240882749179717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114240882749179717' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-114084707451937388</id><published>2006-02-25T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T13:57:54.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to plaza sg for Inertia's gig at some Beauty contest. Great stuff they put up considering the amount of stress caused by e huge audience. Think Dom was damn hyped up, he got a 3.5 second airfreeze down. Now thats crazy. Rest of them did pretty well too, Dehui managed to get all the beats, great job.If anyone from Inertia is reading this, think about what I'm gonna say next. If conflicts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/114084707451937388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/114084707451937388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114084707451937388' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-114034896763807585</id><published>2006-02-19T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:36:07.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was Saturday, went to Elias CC to watch a bboy comp at some Funk it out thing.Not much new stuff, but the old stuff is getting better, much better. Think at this rate Floorskills will be a blast. Atmosphere was really hype, the lights and everything, makes your floorwork look really dope, maybe the flashing effect sorts of filters out the bad stuff. Hyped-upness gives you new stuff, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/114034896763807585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/114034896763807585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114034896763807585' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-113999565319073915</id><published>2006-02-15T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:27:33.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Valentine's over, reciprocate on March 14th guys!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113999565319073915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113999565319073915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113999565319073915' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-113791810709981833</id><published>2006-01-22T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T16:21:47.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She sits in her corner Singing herself to sleep Wrapped in all of the promises That no one seems to keep She no longer cries to herself, No tears left to wash away Just diaries of empty pages, Feelings gone astray But she will sing 'Till everything burns While everyone screams Burning their lies Burning my dreams All of this hate And all of this pain I'll burn it all down As my anger reigns 'Till</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113791810709981833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113791810709981833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113791810709981833' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-113602359461821705</id><published>2005-12-31T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T18:06:34.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, its around 6 hours and 10 mins away from 2006. Im gonna leave my house soon for the countdown, bleh, how I wish that I can split into 3 so that I can go to the countdown at:Sentosa, Marina, Boon Lay and Orchard. That would be fun. h3h.Anyways, it has been a freaking short year for me, I mean, I was hardly getting used to JC life and here I am, gonna land my ass in JC 2 soon. Guess the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113602359461821705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113602359461821705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113602359461821705' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-113592764595867326</id><published>2005-12-30T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:27:25.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113592764595867326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113592764595867326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113592764595867326' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-113456230487046848</id><published>2005-12-14T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T20:11:44.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>King Kong was really good.I walked into the cinema expecting a cheesy movie, but it was totally not what i was expecting.I mean, what else can u expect from a movie which has a chiobu, a 7.6 m tall gorilla, 3 T-rexes, bunch of pony sized insects, and some weird primitive tribe?3 hours 6 minutes long, you've got to agree it's a little too lengthy, but the whole film covers how Kong gets to New </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113456230487046848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113456230487046848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113456230487046848' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-113266478639363205</id><published>2005-11-22T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:06:26.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Emma Watson, muahaha. Harry Potter was pretty good, except that it didn't really stick that closely to the actual story line. I mean, even 2 hours 40 minutes isn't really enough to pack Goblet of Fire in it. So yeah, pretty good effort, looking forward to Order of the Pheonix.I think they'll have to have a change of cast by then, Daniel Radcliffe looks too old. I don't mind Emma Watson though. =p</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113266478639363205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113266478639363205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113266478639363205' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-113195006782514184</id><published>2005-11-14T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:07:18.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My bedroom, with store, and master bedroom.bedroom's on left. who wants to hire me as interior designer?muahaha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113195006782514184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113195006782514184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113195006782514184' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-113163011085745602</id><published>2005-11-10T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T21:41:50.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Awareness...In our slow moving world, awareness is almost like a sixth sense. You know what is coming, what is gonna pass by you, you anticipate, people are impressed by your ability to seem to know what is gonna happen even when you're not even looking. You can predict, not by chance, but by observations made by your subconcious self combined with instinct. You can dodge, you can sidestep, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113163011085745602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/113163011085745602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113163011085745602' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-112934571600767350</id><published>2005-10-15T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T11:08:36.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the scene in singapore now is pretty funny.all that hoo-hah about offensive blogging and stuff.then people are beginning to notice that some religions are over-aggressive.bah, it took them long enough</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112934571600767350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112934571600767350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112934571600767350' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-112873678579824355</id><published>2005-10-08T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:59:45.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went for the operation to remove the bulge on my lips.According to the dentist, it was the Salivary Gland from Mars.First he applied gel on my lips.He injected anaesthesia, whichever way u spell it.3 injections.Pain.No pain.He cut open, and the brown liquid spurted all over, like all over.The female helper was grossed out.Ever saw one of those suction pipes they use to remove your saliva while </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112873678579824355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112873678579824355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112873678579824355' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-112805393534721828</id><published>2005-09-30T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T11:20:12.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>投我以木瓜，报之以琼琚。匪报也，永以为好也。 投我以木桃，报之以琼瑶，匪报也，永以为好也。 投我以木李，报之以琼玖。匪报也，永以为好也。That is the papaya poem. No kidding. The meaning is that "If a lover shall bestow upon me a papaya, I shall reciprocate with jade."The next two lines are just different fruits and jades. Its quite meaningful actually.oh, the next part 匪报也，永以为好也。means "and with this exchange, our love shall last forever."so true love is pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112805393534721828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112805393534721828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112805393534721828' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-112797648536951837</id><published>2005-09-29T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:48:05.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Alas! Why do those delicious, puffy-looking clouds fall not as cotton candy, but as plain water droplets?"Because if they did fall as cotton candy, your liver will demand extra pay. Then you'll have to fire it because the economy isn't doing so well. Then you will die.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112797648536951837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112797648536951837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112797648536951837' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-112730775286319444</id><published>2005-09-21T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:02:32.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally an update.I guess I hadnt been updating cos i was worried i would lose those photos, but heck, i've got a proud 100 mb collection of her photos in my comp now ^^It was this time of the year, last year, when we were still mugging really hard for prelims and o levels, and of course, still doing the shit that we were all really good at. Now, we're all a year older, well at least most of us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112730775286319444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112730775286319444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112730775286319444' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-112520294122446604</id><published>2005-08-28T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T12:22:21.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whahahaha, who says pics of people who are eating are always ugly?she actually posts on a forum!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112520294122446604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112520294122446604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112520294122446604' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-112512835636327295</id><published>2005-08-27T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:54:27.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If we could relive yesterday, would we still treasure today? Take note of every moment now, do not regret when the time comes when you really need memoriesYour view on yourself:You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112512835636327295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112512835636327295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112512835636327295' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-112512759596687131</id><published>2005-08-27T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T15:26:36.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she has apple cheeks!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112512759596687131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112512759596687131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112512759596687131' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-112488942486708095</id><published>2005-08-24T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:17:04.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got a new crush!There was Ruby Lin, then Lin Zhi Ling, BoA, and nowLi Xiao Lu!she's really pretty with those nice big eyes, and dimples when she smiles.plus the innocent and bubbly character she plays in the 7 pm show on Channel 8, my god, she's just so lovable!whahahaha, you cant find girls like that nowadays in Singapore, no sir, they're extinct. In fact they're probably extinct in most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112488942486708095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112488942486708095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112488942486708095' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-112470275958144845</id><published>2005-08-22T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T17:25:59.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And to think that the tiger tank would fade away. But here it comes!Revenge of the skin-like-armour Tiger.The loudness, the buay hiao pai-ness, do you all miss it? Yea i bet you do, people of 4I.Thought the tank will cooldown in the years of junior college life? Think again! It's back, hotter than ever!With a girlfriend and a hip hop style that burns, the tank is all set to rock the halls of RJ!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112470275958144845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112470275958144845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112470275958144845' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-112376534964594261</id><published>2005-08-11T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:02:29.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>study. dammn it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112376534964594261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112376534964594261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112376534964594261' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-112100348171887182</id><published>2005-07-10T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:51:21.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is letting go really that good?perhaps, it lets us move on, to improve, just like when you get stuck on a maths question in a test, you move on.But I prefer to hold on to the past, draw strength, and extend that to the future. I have memories, stories to tell. Some conversations have really sparked off thoughts in my mind. Will I be the same, if I didn't get into 4I? Will I be the same if I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112100348171887182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112100348171887182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112100348171887182' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-112065189603680586</id><published>2005-07-06T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:11:36.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was a day of memories. something struck me as i remembered clarence telling me :" the rest of 4I have went on with their lives la, why are we here?"i gotta admit, got kp a lot abt not being able to relive those days again, those stay-back-in-school-to-study-and-break days. but hell, i get a real kick out of just THINKING abt it. i was on the bus on my way home. then i thought about all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112065189603680586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112065189603680586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112065189603680586' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-112036377637745205</id><published>2005-07-03T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T12:09:36.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cut fishcake, cut chicken into slices (diced also can), take out udon, remove the intestine from prawns, remove shell(optional)scald fishcake in boiling water, drain and put in clean bowl.put udon in boiling water until turns soft, around 3 mins, take out and put in another bowl.cook chicken in boiling water. around 5 mins. do not overcook. take out the froth because its disgusting. drain and put</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112036377637745205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/112036377637745205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112036377637745205' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-111978319443027298</id><published>2005-06-26T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:53:38.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday was the finals for Marc blah 2 v 2 breaking comp. tosh's group finished 4th and good job, cos u guys managed to pull it through despite the negligible rest time. kudos to dominic for facing a tough challenge and putting in his best, despite the sweet, sweet pain. =P get yer flips. and jordan did a good job too... at soccer. haha, okay he also put in effort for the comp.  everyone did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/111978319443027298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/111978319443027298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111978319443027298' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-111892829270835386</id><published>2005-06-16T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T21:24:52.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>different people have different limits.take two people for example, gone through a certain stage in their lives.one coped, one didnt really take it easy but still went through it and came out the other end in one piece.relationship problems are really dangerous. might be sweet for moments, but only for moments, it will take much more sacrifice to maintain the relationship, thats why many people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/111892829270835386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/111892829270835386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111892829270835386' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-111795245839409098</id><published>2005-06-05T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T09:14:39.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Many people will walk in and out of your life, But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart. To handle yourself, use your head; To handle others, use your heart. Anger is only one letter short of danger. If someone betrays you once, it is his fault; If he betrays you twice, it is your fault. Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people. He who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/111795245839409098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/111795245839409098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111795245839409098' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593790.post-111787505728061223</id><published>2005-06-04T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T16:50:57.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at first i thought i was gonna get stuck on some screwy island for 2 fked up days, i guess things turned out better than i thought.its Sibu.sibu island. no prizes for guessing why it seems it was gonna be fked up, i mean, the NAME sounds screwy. hehe, will be back for more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/111787505728061223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593790/posts/default/111787505728061223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitkiat.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111787505728061223' title=''/><author><name>kiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08904852821070811649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
