<?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-23741754</id><updated>2011-10-09T20:50:53.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;♥ This is my story ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-7025383820737725670</id><published>2011-07-12T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:00:55.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High blood pressure</title><content type='html'>So it's not my life that sux. It's not my head that hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor found out I had high BP. That explains the headache and nauseating feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-7025383820737725670?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/7025383820737725670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=7025383820737725670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/7025383820737725670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/7025383820737725670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2011/07/high-blood-pressure.html' title='High blood pressure'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-3486232040271904910</id><published>2011-04-22T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T02:02:06.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache</title><content type='html'>I don't know what s comin over me but I m having one heck of a headache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-3486232040271904910?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/3486232040271904910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=3486232040271904910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/3486232040271904910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/3486232040271904910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2011/04/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-3398343861886395515</id><published>2011-04-21T07:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T07:13:34.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is kinder</title><content type='html'>Life has been kinder to me. Yesterday alone, I had food. Mom made fruit salad for me for breakfast. Someone gave me fried rice for breakfast. Den lunch was provided coz it was someone s birthday in the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, I often relate my happiness to food. Like.. Erm!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Andri a few days ago and had dinner. Finally took some courage to apologise for not informing him abt my late bro. Now left Qiu Yi. And Pei Feng. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think like happy strike will last. I know hell will break loose in a few weeks time when it almost end of semester. I shudder thinking about it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-3398343861886395515?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/3398343861886395515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=3398343861886395515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/3398343861886395515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/3398343861886395515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-is-kinder.html' title='Life is kinder'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-974296000125868830</id><published>2011-04-13T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:28:00.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of steel</title><content type='html'>I wished my heart was made of steel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m not strong enough. Who can I seek for solace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of crying like others, I get pissed. I m easily irritable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah, please give me strength to get through this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-974296000125868830?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/974296000125868830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=974296000125868830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/974296000125868830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/974296000125868830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2011/04/heart-of-steel.html' title='Heart of steel'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-7909440521157908834</id><published>2011-04-09T03:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T03:21:53.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try harder</title><content type='html'>So each day I try harder not to remember. A few weeks ago, I try not to think about him. These few days, I try not to think about the accident and THE fated day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not going easy for me. I keep losing my patience. I understand you guys need to grieve but please don't take advantage of me. Hallo!! I need to grieve myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinions don't matter and worst, when I try explaining no one wants to listen. So tell me, how can I not lose my patience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered him for his jokes, his hair and most of all for his chemistry with me. We were close. Very. I ll try and stay strong for now. I wish I had someone to lean on tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-7909440521157908834?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/7909440521157908834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=7909440521157908834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/7909440521157908834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/7909440521157908834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2011/04/try-harder.html' title='Try harder'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-8767865998744512026</id><published>2011-03-28T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T01:40:49.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone just need</title><content type='html'>We always want the impossible. The most impossible-lest(yeahhh) thing we all want is TIME. If i had more time, i'd wanna spend it all with my late brother. If i had more time, i'd wanna do up a wonderful worksheets for my students. If i had more time, i'd spend it with the company of little children. If i had more time, i'd work really hard and earn lots of bucks for my family; give them a beautiful home with swimming pool, garden and fish ponds and make sure all my neighbours' kids come to play in my garden with my parents looking at them sipping a cup of hot tongkat ali kopi (or whatever stuff they always drink) If only i had more time. There's only one me. There's only so much i can do. And i try to make the best of it. We all learn to handle one thing at a time. And making myself busy is helping me cope with his passing. Aren't i glad i have a million things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-8767865998744512026?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/8767865998744512026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=8767865998744512026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/8767865998744512026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/8767865998744512026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2011/03/everyone-just-need.html' title='Everyone just need'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-7026047918414460186</id><published>2011-03-22T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T01:29:45.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeatedly breaking</title><content type='html'>Each time someone mentions his name or even the word "Arwah", my heart breaks. It doesn't help that my students keep wanting to talk about my late bro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being lonely. He used to come home late and then I would be working in the living room. Then we'd just catch up. Now, it's just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just getting more n more lonelier for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not awesome. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-7026047918414460186?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/7026047918414460186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=7026047918414460186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/7026047918414460186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/7026047918414460186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2011/03/repeatedly-breaking.html' title='Repeatedly breaking'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-8696566385473128713</id><published>2011-03-20T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:30:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small</title><content type='html'>When I was young, I thought my family was huge. And I loved that. I was never lonely for that fact. And I never let my family members be alone. I was always up someone's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, sister got married. Brother passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just me and my littlest bro. I feel the pain. I wonder how littlest bro feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's more emo than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew we'd be this small, I'd beg mom for more siblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-8696566385473128713?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/8696566385473128713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=8696566385473128713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/8696566385473128713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/8696566385473128713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2011/03/small.html' title='Small'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-8173826564588098329</id><published>2011-03-19T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:56:13.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough</title><content type='html'>It's tough enough being a teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm also a student. Heck, much work and assignments. They come like tsunami! In huge destructive manner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-8173826564588098329?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/8173826564588098329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=8173826564588098329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/8173826564588098329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/8173826564588098329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2011/03/tough.html' title='Tough'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-5997482939793241042</id><published>2011-03-19T12:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:08:22.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasses</title><content type='html'>I wore my glasses to class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a student said, "arhhhh u look like a teacher!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I am one.!! And why does he make it sound like it's bad??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-5997482939793241042?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/5997482939793241042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=5997482939793241042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/5997482939793241042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/5997482939793241042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2011/03/glasses.html' title='Glasses'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-8314603114805049489</id><published>2011-03-18T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T13:35:04.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week and this week</title><content type='html'>Last week, I could only think abt the accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, better. I could see your images in my head. Your smile. Your face. Your smell. Your hair. Everything that could tear me up. I remembered every conversation we had. I remembered everything we did together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt purposely remember you. I saw you in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I cried more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-8314603114805049489?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/8314603114805049489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=8314603114805049489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/8314603114805049489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/8314603114805049489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-week-and-this-week.html' title='Last week and this week'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-9209777820770896427</id><published>2011-03-17T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T02:26:02.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>I ve been having lots of sleepless nights. So when I finally do fall asleep, I m glad. At least my brain and heart stop functioning. Well at least not literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve dazed more, I guess. Thats why I keep going into wrong roads. I know it's dangerous. But I pray I ll snap out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost in Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-9209777820770896427?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/9209777820770896427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=9209777820770896427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/9209777820770896427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/9209777820770896427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-5675442941847501833</id><published>2011-03-17T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T02:20:36.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>I like to wonder. And that's what makes me depressed. I like to wonder why negative things happen. Coz I wanna know what makes the world tick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A disaster happens. Shouldn't the world stop ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone dies. Shouldn't the world stop ticking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it keeps going. And to make matters worst, it's ticking even faster. That's what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost in Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-5675442941847501833?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/5675442941847501833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=5675442941847501833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/5675442941847501833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/5675442941847501833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2011/03/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-5138835141033333154</id><published>2010-11-09T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:41:01.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Either it'll be like this or hopefully it gets better. I m so tired. I need some day to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost in Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-5138835141033333154?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/5138835141033333154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=5138835141033333154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/5138835141033333154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/5138835141033333154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2010/11/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-2377300802519100156</id><published>2010-11-07T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:14:01.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>I m sad. Don't fancy my life much now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost in Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-2377300802519100156?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/2377300802519100156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=2377300802519100156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/2377300802519100156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/2377300802519100156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2010/11/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-2866304886059353547</id><published>2010-10-30T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:31:14.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken from "Adrian's Tan graduating speech"</title><content type='html'>1. Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder silver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Any child can blurt out the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost in Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-2866304886059353547?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/2866304886059353547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=2866304886059353547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/2866304886059353547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/2866304886059353547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2010/10/taken-from-tan-graduating-speech.html' title='Taken from &amp;quot;Adrian&amp;#39;s Tan graduating speech&amp;quot;'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-7007695552517841424</id><published>2010-10-28T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:13:04.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>I like my birthday... Tho it's really nothing but I like it coz it's something to look forward to. Well, I like to look for reasons to live u know... Hahhahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/28/649.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/28/s_649.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost in Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-7007695552517841424?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/7007695552517841424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=7007695552517841424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/7007695552517841424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/7007695552517841424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday.html' title='Birthday!!'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-7736086116530183535</id><published>2010-10-21T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:52:01.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>I wish I had all the money in the world but I can't... Hehehe.. My birthday is coming. What shall I get myself?? Thought of shopping for some clothes. But I really want a dslr. Or a projector. Hmmmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost in Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-7736086116530183535?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/7736086116530183535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=7736086116530183535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/7736086116530183535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/7736086116530183535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-7703384263386746928</id><published>2010-10-17T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:04:00.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tough time continues</title><content type='html'>Bad hair cut. At least it's not what I wanted.. The bangs totally screwed. :(( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are worst ones out there. So I m holding onto that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost in Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-7703384263386746928?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/7703384263386746928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=7703384263386746928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/7703384263386746928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/7703384263386746928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2010/10/tough-time-continues.html' title='The tough time continues'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23741754.post-2435903865271791704</id><published>2010-10-16T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:52:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new fresh start</title><content type='html'>I deleted my whole entire past history. I want to remind myself the past does not matter anymore. It's today and tomorrow that matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes my life as a kindergarten teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 words&lt;br /&gt;Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Children&lt;br /&gt;Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no.. The crazy does not belongs to the children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few months have been super tough. Mom says to brave through it. I hope I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPost in Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23741754-2435903865271791704?l=ks84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/feeds/2435903865271791704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23741754&amp;postID=2435903865271791704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/2435903865271791704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23741754/posts/default/2435903865271791704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ks84.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-fresh-start.html' title='A new fresh start'/><author><name>iAnnoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
