<?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-10305763</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:36:23.199+09:30</updated><title type='text'>kevinn-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kevinn-</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-116600379757100766</id><published>2006-12-13T20:22:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:28:47.210+10:30</updated><title type='text'>my holiday so far</title><content type='html'>boredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored&lt;br /&gt;boredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored&lt;br /&gt;boredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored&lt;br /&gt;boredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored&lt;br /&gt;boredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored&lt;br /&gt;boredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored&lt;br /&gt;boredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored&lt;br /&gt;boredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored&lt;br /&gt;boredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored&lt;br /&gt;lazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazy&lt;br /&gt;lazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazy&lt;br /&gt;lazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazy&lt;br /&gt;lazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazy&lt;br /&gt;lazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazy&lt;br /&gt;lazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazy&lt;br /&gt;lazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazy&lt;br /&gt;lazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazylazy&lt;br /&gt;hornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhorny&lt;br /&gt;hornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhorny&lt;br /&gt;hornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhorny&lt;br /&gt;hornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhorny&lt;br /&gt;hornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhorny&lt;br /&gt;hornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhorny&lt;br /&gt;hornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhornyhorny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tune for the next update. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-116600379757100766?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/116600379757100766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/116600379757100766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-holiday-so-far.html' title='my holiday so far'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-116255251272158508</id><published>2006-11-03T21:45:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-08T12:16:01.013+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Cross Dressing Day + Valedictory Day + Year 12 Breakfast @ Hyatt</title><content type='html'>Here just some of the pictures taken on three different days.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;hope the pictures will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/1600/october%202006%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/200/october%202006%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the exclusion of the one at the extreme left, they are the people i hang out with in the Boarding house.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/1600/IMGP0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/200/IMGP0940.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one which i think had.  a secret crush on me. =/ scary. hush pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/1600/DSC03033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/200/DSC03033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/1600/DSC09678.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/200/DSC09678.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have asked the wrong person for the dress. Its down to my knee~ Too long Too LONG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/1600/october%202006%20052.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/200/october%202006%20052.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, taken at our usual breakfast table. =/&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/1600/Image00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/200/Image00005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look particularly jovial in this. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres more pics i think. still yet to ask around. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-116255251272158508?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/116255251272158508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/116255251272158508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/11/cross-dressing-day-valedictory-day.html' title='Cross Dressing Day + Valedictory Day + Year 12 Breakfast @ Hyatt'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-116126438729646666</id><published>2006-10-19T22:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:56:27.356+09:30</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>Was doing this survey while writing this entry so i just post it up anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://plu.sg/poll1/index.php?sid=1"&gt;http://plu.sg/poll1/index.php?sid=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about the awareness of HIV infection in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;If you are unclear, you have to answer question 5 as well.&lt;br /&gt;it will only take about a min to finish the survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo this is it, the last term of 2006. The shortest one and at the same time the most worrying and stressful term. With the final exams inside a week, there is no time for procrastination or inattentiveness, no time for the usual shits i do everyday. blahhhh... i'm so not ready. Zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh one last thing, i wanna wish Ms Wong a good 'GET WEEL SOON'. She currently undergoing chemotherapy for boobs cancer. i really want her to come back soon cos the relief teacher really can't...do....shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios pals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-116126438729646666?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/116126438729646666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/116126438729646666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/10/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-116082611720036225</id><published>2006-10-14T21:02:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:03:26.456+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I found myself a Church.</title><content type='html'>Taken from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_of_Satan"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"The Church of Satan claims that every individual can be his or her own god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and is responsible for his or her own destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. ("Satan" in their usage denotes a symbol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;metaphor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; rather than a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;literal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; anthropomorphic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;deity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like i'm eligible,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People who follow this belief system are called "Satanists"."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure i can get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-116082611720036225?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/116082611720036225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/116082611720036225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-found-myself-church.html' title='I found myself a Church.'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-115986003747013542</id><published>2006-10-03T16:28:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:50:37.480+09:30</updated><title type='text'>all is well.</title><content type='html'>If u guys been wondering where i have been since school ended last friday, i assure you that i'm not sleeping on the streets of adelaide or anything.&lt;br /&gt;An Australian family has kindly took joon and myself in. They lives in a nice little place up at north adelaide, not very far from CBD. They got two dogs and two pet lizards, two daughters, 21 and 14.&lt;br /&gt;The husband is a music producer so there some CDs lying around the house which is not even out in the stores! erm yeah.. all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the short post, had to bury my head into my books again. Too much stuffs to cram, no time to slacks - this is going to be a long long holiday. Zz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-115986003747013542?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115986003747013542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115986003747013542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-is-well.html' title='all is well.'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-115899966045358621</id><published>2006-09-23T17:41:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-23T17:55:51.480+09:30</updated><title type='text'>week 9</title><content type='html'>a quick update for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school on monday cos i got no exams on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escaped Athletics' day on tuesday by jumping over the fence of the stadium, running across railway tracks, roads and a catholic cemetry to reach the city. we're such rebels. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed, thurs, friday: blah blah boring boring sch days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat: seeing the Adelaide crows going down to the West Coast eagles. Zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. tat's about it.&lt;br /&gt;need to start revising my work now. bb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing.. Grey's Anatomy is great stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-115899966045358621?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115899966045358621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115899966045358621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/09/week-9.html' title='week 9'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-115848455013842956</id><published>2006-09-17T18:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:45:50.146+09:30</updated><title type='text'>15th sept 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/1600/at%2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/320/at%2018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and grats to my dad for getting his new car. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-115848455013842956?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115848455013842956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115848455013842956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/09/15th-sept-2006.html' title='15th sept 2006'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-115745552517988323</id><published>2006-09-05T20:35:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:01:05.673+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Everything passes, but nothing entirely goes away. ~ Jenny Diski</title><content type='html'>In the next couple of weeks, i will have to start applying for University courses already.&lt;br /&gt;What a journey it has been. 12 years of school education has past and gone and now&lt;br /&gt;comes the final stage of all. who would have thought that it will all move so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to apply for London. i don;t really know why but i know that i want&lt;br /&gt;to experience the English lifestyle at one point of my life and if such chance open up&lt;br /&gt;to me, there no doubt that i will take it.&lt;br /&gt;i have to be grateful to my parent for giving me unlimited freedom in my decision&lt;br /&gt;From choosing of secondary schools in pri 6 to subject combination in  sec 3 and now&lt;br /&gt;universities and courses, they have never doubt my choice or pushed me in a&lt;br /&gt;direction that they want. For that, i am ever grateful =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to apply for the following 4 unis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Imperial College, London&lt;br /&gt;2) King's College, London&lt;br /&gt;3) Queen Mary College, London&lt;br /&gt;4) University Of Manchester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and am going to do Biomedical Science. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-115745552517988323?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115745552517988323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115745552517988323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/09/everything-passes-but-nothing-entirely.html' title='Everything passes, but nothing entirely goes away. ~ Jenny Diski'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-115717581955184824</id><published>2006-08-31T14:59:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:25:04.863+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Negara ku, tanah tumpahnya darah ku &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rakyat hidup bersatu dan maju &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rahmat bahagia, Tuhan kurniakan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Raja kita selamat bertakhta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it means, i reckon that i'll be singing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it every darn day for 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-115717581955184824?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115717581955184824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115717581955184824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/08/merdeka.html' title='Merdeka!'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-115694472235022133</id><published>2006-08-30T22:01:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:52:27.113+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Hanging by the tread, literally,.. metaphorically... really..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/1600/IMG_3235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/320/IMG_3235.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last satuarday was the last soccer game in this season. It would soon transpire that it might possibly be the last time to representing a school. The last time, scoring a goal ,or assisting a goal for a teammate, in a school jersey. I highly doubt that i'll play soccer at uni level, where ever is it. I'm not ever sure if there are such a thing in Unis. Nevertheless, It ALMOST SEEMS LIKE A END OF CAREER. However, with the memories of all the games i had played, be it in primany, secondary, high school, all crappy or magnificant goals i had scored, the sweet joy of every victory, the bitter disappointment at every defeat, the support, the atmosphere, i'll remember and cherish them within me. This way, i could relive and experience very single moment again and again and again. ( Look at the all dirt and dried mud on my boots! It represented all of my perspiration, vigour and the way i play soccer - with all my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catharsis is a good word. It means a sudden realization of something, by means of pity or fear. It it exactly what i had when i looked at the date today. 30th August... 1 week to mocks... 58 days left to the real monster and so far, i had did no revision at all. ZzzZzz&lt;br /&gt;If i fail to do well for my mocks, i have no doubt my dad will hang me.. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-115694472235022133?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115694472235022133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115694472235022133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/08/hanging-by-tread-literally.html' title='Hanging by the tread, literally,.. metaphorically... really..'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-115573525473191609</id><published>2006-08-16T21:18:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:49:54.586+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Cousins.</title><content type='html'>I feel that cousins are the bestest&lt;br /&gt;they are a like friends and they are&lt;br /&gt;also family. A little more than friends and&lt;br /&gt;and little less than family. Some sort that is&lt;br /&gt;in the middle. They are like siblings that don't&lt;br /&gt;stay under the same roof as you.  They are those&lt;br /&gt;that you suddenly have a sense of famliarity even&lt;br /&gt;though u meet them for the the first time and you're not&lt;br /&gt;afraid of coming out of your shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm never close to any of my cousins. not sure why but probably is&lt;br /&gt;because i only get to see them only once a year during CNY and doesn't&lt;br /&gt;really got the chance to really hang out or talk to each other. Also,&lt;br /&gt;coming from such a huge family, the age of my cousins are also extreme, stretching&lt;br /&gt;from 50+ years old to only just 1 month old(which is my inpiration of this entry)&lt;br /&gt;and strangely enough, there is only one cousin which is actually near my age.&lt;br /&gt;She is considered the closest of all cousins to me for simply the fact that we&lt;br /&gt;tried to keep contact by emails and msn and shes now staying in the US, hows that&lt;br /&gt;for an irony. Cause now that i'm in australia and she in US, there is a monster 13 half hours&lt;br /&gt;time different between us so i'm glad to have managed to talk to her for half an hours before&lt;br /&gt;my internet got cut off. At least i get to know that shes settling in well. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little thing about infatuation: it is the worst agony of all.&lt;br /&gt;cause u know that you like the person for their appearance than&lt;br /&gt;the person themself and you know that the person will never love you back.&lt;br /&gt;and know what is the worth thing is, that this 'feeling' will last only for few days,&lt;br /&gt;making it even more meaningless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-115573525473191609?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115573525473191609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115573525473191609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/08/cousins.html' title='Cousins.'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-115521662261295771</id><published>2006-08-10T22:25:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-12T21:31:55.920+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Series of Unconnected Events</title><content type='html'>Random website links&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.iqtest.dk/main.swf%5C"&gt;http://www.iqtest.dk/main.swf\&lt;/a&gt; - An IQ Test, i felt that its quite accurate. mine is 110!&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;a href="http://babynamewizard.com/namevoyager/lnv0105.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://babynamewizard.com/namevoyager/lnv0105.html&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- ha.. just a tally of how popular is your name.&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://jeffmilner.com/backmasking.htm"&gt;http://jeffmilner.com/backmasking.htm&lt;/a&gt; - hear some songs being played backwards to reveal hidden messages. stairway to heaven is a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Happening in School&lt;br /&gt;1)German exchange student caught with her hands and mouth full with a year 11 guy in the school carpark. Currently still circulating among the student community. wait till it reach the ears of the DM. ^^&lt;br /&gt;2)School leavers jumpers are here.&lt;br /&gt;3)ate my singapore noodle like spaghetti! fuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Movie Dialogues&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Darcy&lt;/span&gt;: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you... I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Elizabeth Bennet&lt;/span&gt;: I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Mr. Darcy&lt;/span&gt;: I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honour of accepting my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth Bennet&lt;/span&gt;: Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. Believe me, it was unconsciously done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Mr. Darcy&lt;/span&gt;: Is this your reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Elizabeth Benne&lt;/span&gt;t: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Mr. Darcy&lt;/span&gt;: Are you... are you laughing at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Elizabeth Bennet&lt;/span&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Mr. Darcy&lt;/span&gt;: Are you *rejecting* me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;: I'm sure that the feelings which, as you've told me have hindered your regard, will help you in overcoming it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Mr. Darcy&lt;/span&gt;: Might I ask why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus repulsed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth Bennet&lt;/span&gt;: And I might as well enquire why, with so evident a design of insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Darcy&lt;/span&gt;: So this is your opinion of me. Thank you for explaining so fully. Perhaps these offences might have been overlooked had not your pride been hurt by my honesty...&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Bennet: My pride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Darcy&lt;/span&gt;: ...in admitting scruples about our relationship. Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth Bennet&lt;/span&gt;: And those are the words of a gentleman. From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.&lt;br /&gt;(Pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Mr Darcy&lt;/span&gt;: Forgive me, madam, for taking up so much of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Daniel&lt;/span&gt;: So what's the problem, Sammy-o? Is it just Mum or is it something else? Maybe... school - are you being bullied? Or is it something worse? Can you give me any clues at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Sam&lt;/span&gt;: You really want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Daniel&lt;/span&gt;: I really want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Sam&lt;/span&gt;: Even though you won't be able to do anything to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Daniel&lt;/span&gt;: Even if that's the case, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Sam: &lt;/span&gt;OK. The truth is actually... I'm in love&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Daniel&lt;/span&gt;: Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sam&lt;/span&gt;: I know I should be thinking about Mum all the time, and I am. But the truth is I'm in love and I was before she died, and there's nothing I can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Daniel&lt;/span&gt;: Aren't you a bit young to be in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Sam&lt;/span&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Daniel&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, OK, right. Well, I'm a little relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Sam&lt;/span&gt;: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Daniel&lt;/span&gt;: Well, you know - I thought it might be something worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Sam&lt;/span&gt;: [incredulous] Worse than the total agony of being in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Daniel&lt;/span&gt;: Oh. No, you're right. Yeah, total agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.. was bored and heavily infatuated. forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-115521662261295771?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115521662261295771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115521662261295771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/08/series-of-unconnected-events.html' title='Series of Unconnected Events'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-115484972634805093</id><published>2006-08-06T16:25:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-06T17:05:26.386+09:30</updated><title type='text'>An introduction of... Myself</title><content type='html'>Hi, My Name is Kevin Poh. I am turning 18 this coming september. &lt;br /&gt;I was borned in Malaysia, &lt;br /&gt;moved to Singapore when i'm 5,&lt;br /&gt;and is now studying in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;I am the eldest child in the family and have&lt;br /&gt;two younger slibings looking up to me.&lt;br /&gt;My family lives in a humble 5-rooms HDB flat in jurong.&lt;br /&gt;Dad spent most of his time in China.   &lt;br /&gt;I am currently single but had two&lt;br /&gt;Short but sweet relationships.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite colour is green.&lt;br /&gt;I am very passive with people i'm not entirely close with &lt;br /&gt;or people i just met-&lt;br /&gt;lacked social skills i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I will only normally open up to individuals, seldom in groups.&lt;br /&gt;In short, i'm basically an Introvert.  &lt;br /&gt;I have a high tolerant level hence its very rare to see me&lt;br /&gt;angry or 'snapped'.&lt;br /&gt;Even if i'm angry, It will only be around 10 seconds tops.&lt;br /&gt;My choice of music is rock and R&amp;B music, though lately&lt;br /&gt;i kinda dig into Trance or sort type of music.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to have any leftover food during meals, so&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the meal, you'll see me scrapping off any piece of&lt;br /&gt;meat or vege on the plates. &lt;br /&gt;I am an Atheist. Period.&lt;br /&gt;I Procrastinate alot but is a perfectionist at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, i will spend 2 hours finishing a due-next-day work&lt;br /&gt;and another 2 hours prefecting it. &lt;br /&gt;I can't live without my Ipod... Can't.live.without.it.     &lt;br /&gt;My clothing style? Tee and Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite brand? Levis, Topman, A|X etc.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Place? Home. No doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;Eat almost everything but Tomato. Don't mind ketchup though.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be in a 'brainwashing progammme' Aka National Service next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. how well do you all know me?&lt;br /&gt;My friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-115484972634805093?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115484972634805093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115484972634805093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/08/introduction-of-myself.html' title='An introduction of... Myself'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-115425204278718914</id><published>2006-07-30T19:01:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-31T19:04:04.130+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Formal</title><content type='html'>still abit hung over from last night&lt;br /&gt;the formal was alright.&lt;br /&gt;i can simply descibe it as a night of&lt;br /&gt;Limo,&lt;br /&gt;Bare-backs and&lt;br /&gt;Comdoms in the pocket. &lt;br /&gt;it was hott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuff said.&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-115425204278718914?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115425204278718914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115425204278718914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/07/formal.html' title='Formal'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-115374799588423263</id><published>2006-07-24T22:44:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:18:14.510+09:30</updated><title type='text'>"For 7 Hours, I was....</title><content type='html'>......not called by a faceless "sir" but as "Mr Poh". "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was demanding to the lady that i'll get a seat on my supposed flight&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the supervisor came and apologized to my dad and said that there was a vacant seat on another flight and we were compensated SGD$500 for this inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;The problem of this flight is that, i had to fly to sydney before transfering to a domestic flight to adelaide. butttttt.... haha.. well, i'm not going to complaint cos i was flying Business Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economy Class is no where near Business Class. No where near.&lt;br /&gt;The seat is bigger and more spacious - when i stretch my legs, i couldn't touch the seat infront!!! The TV is also bigger with better headphone and more movie channels. 3 course meals and you could incline the chair almost 180degrees, so u can sleep relatively flat~&lt;br /&gt;purely orgasmic experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. it last only 7hours before i had to wait in sydney airport to get onboard a shity qantas flight back to adelaide aka whatthefuckisthisplace!letmegohome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-115374799588423263?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115374799588423263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115374799588423263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-7-hours-i-was.html' title='&quot;For 7 Hours, I was....'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-115129001612800039</id><published>2006-06-26T12:10:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-26T12:16:56.140+09:30</updated><title type='text'>How Asian am i?!</title><content type='html'>right nasuha sent this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Asian Quiz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You take your shoes off before entering thehouse&lt;br /&gt;[x] You eat rice often.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can speak an asian language.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents want good grades from you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents insist you don't date until college.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents want you to go to Berkeley orsome other good university like that. Stanford orHarvard, even better.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents believe in Feng Shui.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You listen to those horoscopes/zodiac signs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents love to gossip with the other parents about you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have relatives other than your immediate family living with you.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Most of your friends are asian.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't even know 10 people who aren't asian.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Your ancestors came from Asia.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are obsessed with the computer and can't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know how to put a computer together.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You listen to asian music.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can actually understand the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have to keep things from your parents,even if they're not bad, because you know they'd THINK it's bad.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your relatives love to bring you clothes that arebright in color with cute cartoons on them. If you're lucky, it might even have english words on themthat don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love your ethnic food.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have taken/still take piano and/or violin.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Classical music is the best music ever, next to asian music.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are good at math&lt;br /&gt;multiply by 4 put the product as "60%" Asian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D i'm proud to be yellow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-115129001612800039?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115129001612800039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115129001612800039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-asian-am-i.html' title='How Asian am i?!'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-115092461593936731</id><published>2006-06-22T06:36:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-22T06:46:55.953+09:30</updated><title type='text'>thursday morning...</title><content type='html'>its werid for me to be blogging at 6.30 am on a thursday morning;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i had today this morning well planned actually.&lt;br /&gt;waking up at 4.30 to see argentina beat holland&lt;br /&gt;and join mr Quinn for my morning run&lt;br /&gt;(me and three other got caught not crossing at the light),&lt;br /&gt;which we suppose to on tuesday but deliberately miss out,&lt;br /&gt;and go to bed happy afterwhich.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, none of it happened.&lt;br /&gt;argentina drew with holland in an uneventful match.&lt;br /&gt;Edwin lost 1k aussie in that. =/&lt;br /&gt;(partly my fault for boasting argentina strengths =X)&lt;br /&gt;four of us then went out to meet Mr Quinn&lt;br /&gt;and he just talks about respect about 5 mins&lt;br /&gt;then sent us to our beds.&lt;br /&gt;blahhh.. now fully awake and pointless to force myself to&lt;br /&gt;sleep just for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;i ponder what i should so next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-115092461593936731?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115092461593936731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115092461593936731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/06/thursday-morning.html' title='thursday morning...'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-115028728081307284</id><published>2006-06-14T21:12:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:59:18.910+09:30</updated><title type='text'>gated!</title><content type='html'>ok.. this happened last week.&lt;br /&gt;sneaked out with joon to join hsien to watch a X men 3&lt;br /&gt;the movie was great, although i thought that the ending&lt;br /&gt;can be abit better - a bad conculsion always ruin the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. in the movie, Charles X Javier did die.&lt;br /&gt;butttttt. if u are &lt;strong&gt;patient&lt;/strong&gt; enough to wait for the credits to finish,&lt;br /&gt;you'll will see a very short scene of Charles laying on a hospital bed!&lt;br /&gt;Charles is not dead! Ha! smart producers.. this way..&lt;br /&gt;X men 4 will be possible!&lt;br /&gt;right.. successfully sneaked back into the boarding house and&lt;br /&gt;managed to fool the housemother with some stupid reason for our absence&lt;br /&gt;then proceed to indulge myself to hours and hours of world cup matches.&lt;br /&gt;England won although playing fucked up soccer but its understandable as&lt;br /&gt;Mr Heffer, an enlishman himself, called home after the match and learnt that&lt;br /&gt;it was 30 degrees in germany! The english team can't do shit in that temperature..&lt;br /&gt;they'll fry.&lt;br /&gt;Sweden played T&amp;amp;T next and the latter managed to hold on for a famous draw.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad for the Swedish supporters although they was able to appreciate the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Blonde&lt;/strong&gt; Swedish ladies flaunting their assets in their midst.&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed happy after that match..&lt;br /&gt;the next day, well not actually.. the coming morning,&lt;br /&gt;Mr Heffer woke me up and ask me about X men III.&lt;br /&gt;i was still very dazed at that moment but when he shown me the ticket&lt;br /&gt;my mind became clear instantly.&lt;br /&gt;HE FOUND MY MOVIE TICKET!&lt;br /&gt;I DROPPED IT IN FRONT OF MY ROOM!&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ.. On the ticket it indicated the time of the movie&lt;br /&gt;which explains my disappearance. zzz&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. got gated for a weekend. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-115028728081307284?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115028728081307284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/115028728081307284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/06/gated.html' title='gated!'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114975367798991416</id><published>2006-06-08T16:48:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-08T17:41:43.243+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://whatefook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bernice's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always a joy to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality conflict&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inspired by Din)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person's personality is like a crushed piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;There are too many sides to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you think you're tough, you breakdown and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you put up a cool front, you suddenly laugh with the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then try to search for your true self,&lt;br /&gt;but it always ends up in a war that you're fighting with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I am a crushed piece of paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I am fighting my own war and till now, I still am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What if?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I did not have eyes to see?&lt;br /&gt;I would not be able to see all the beautiful people to bring harm to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I did not a nose to breathe?&lt;br /&gt;I would not waste the oxygen around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I did not have a mouth to speak?&lt;br /&gt;I would not be hurting and pissing anyone off with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I did not have a brain?&lt;br /&gt;I would not harm the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I did not exist?&lt;br /&gt;It will be the best for the world... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-.- &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seen a video in TOK lesson today and it talks a little about self-esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Self-esteem can be determined by the following fomula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                    Self-esteem =  &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;uccesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;                                                                 Expectation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to have a higher Self-esteem is i) increase your Successes or ii) lower your expectation. Obviously the latter is easier done compared to the formal. So.... to improve your way of life, lower your expection, or in other words, set &lt;strong&gt;realistic&lt;/strong&gt; goals. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114975367798991416?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114975367798991416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114975367798991416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/06/taken-from-bernices-blog-always-joy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114939409333157142</id><published>2006-06-04T13:09:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:48:37.500+09:30</updated><title type='text'>week 5 weekends</title><content type='html'>yup.. its week 5 now.&lt;br /&gt;i should think that it is&lt;br /&gt;half a term thru than thinking it is&lt;br /&gt;half a term left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;think positively - &lt;/em&gt;something i'hv learnt -&lt;br /&gt;is the fastest and painless way&lt;br /&gt;to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;5weeks to home...&lt;br /&gt;35days to home...&lt;br /&gt;840 hours to home...&lt;br /&gt;50400 mins to.......&lt;br /&gt;fuck.. NOT thinking about it is the best&lt;br /&gt;afterall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114939409333157142?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114939409333157142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114939409333157142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/06/week-5-weekends.html' title='week 5 weekends'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114888811950661740</id><published>2006-05-29T16:45:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:51:06.916+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/1600/yuna.imager.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/320/yuna.imager.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8uvOoLO52U" width="275" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart-wretching..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114888811950661740?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114888811950661740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114888811950661740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/05/remembering-days.html' title='Remembering the days'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114820004878428660</id><published>2006-05-21T17:45:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-28T17:12:39.756+09:30</updated><title type='text'>monitor-screen shopping</title><content type='html'>was bored this afternoon so i spent almost an hour clearing up my room.. haha.. u can imagine what a mess it was.. and this hour is probably the longest time i spent in my room not sleeping this entire term.. so yeah.. was hanging my clothes up in my wardrobe, went through them one by one then i realised that i seriously need to have a wardrobe makeover. the clothes i have now.. well.. it looks abit too youngster.. too stereotypical. i went straight to the computers and dived in into the sea of online shopping. visited every brands' webpage that i know, from Levis to Topman, AX to Ed Hardy, Nike and Adidas, and even shops not found in singapore like Firetrap and abercrombie. lol.. yeah i know.. they are some expensive brands that is unwise to spend money on but i'm still going to put them on my wishlist nevertheless. haha.. probably, you will get it for me for my birthday. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114820004878428660?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114820004878428660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114820004878428660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/05/monitor-screen-shopping.html' title='monitor-screen shopping'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114777469403100371</id><published>2006-05-16T19:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:48:14.046+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Cheryl Low Xiao Jun</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA.. Cheryl, this entry is dedicated solely to you! i was just having my dinner when i saw your letter in my pigeon hole. hahaha.. this is the closest i have to a love letter you know! Ver and lynn never wrote anything like this for me b4.. =(  hahaha.. okok.. i'll try to write back to you.. but it will be hard to send photos over cos i have no colour printer! i'll probably post in up on my blog.. for everyone to see! hahaha.. i'm so elated over the letter.. hahaha.. okok..  hmm.. your letter is safe in my safe now. i'll crush anyone who come close! muahaha.. okok.. wait for my reply letter ok? it will come soon. haha.. but dun expect to see 4 pages like yours.. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114777469403100371?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114777469403100371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114777469403100371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/05/cheryl-low-xiao-jun.html' title='Cheryl Low Xiao Jun'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114757421198183344</id><published>2006-05-14T11:35:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-14T12:06:51.993+09:30</updated><title type='text'>how bad become worst</title><content type='html'>well, initially, it was already bad enough to be recuited for Malaysia NS. To make matter worst, it am now being post to base in Kelantan. In case, you have no idea where it is and how it is, Kelantan is bordered by thailand at the north and is the only state in Malaysia which is not govern by the Barisan Nasional (current malaysian government). Since Independence, Kelantan has always been govern by a opposition party, PAS. This opposition party is a very conservative islamic party and hence impose many laws which to me is like&lt;br /&gt;'WTF is wrong with this place!'&lt;br /&gt;To name a few,  there is certain social strictures such as single-sex queues in supermarkets; separate public benches for men and women; and limiting entertainment centres to prohibit "salacious behaviour". Ha, they even tried to impose laws like amputating limbs of theives and the execution for blasphemy but it was prevented by BN. Being an atheist, i know i will be executed when asked about 'God'&lt;br /&gt;hmm... just to add abit more, the general population is 1.4m which 95% being malays, 3% thais and 1.9% chinese and apparently.. the chinese there can't speak chinese.. weee.. fuck u all for that.. i am so going to be so alone. i should say that i'm a mute and start adopting sign language to communicate as there isn't much of a different  -  i can talk, but they can't understand.  zz&lt;br /&gt;3 months may sound short to you, but if you're not enjoying a single part of it. 3 months can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;. Kelantan, better be ready for a Rebel like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114757421198183344?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114757421198183344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114757421198183344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-bad-become-worst.html' title='how bad become worst'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114709049227824244</id><published>2006-05-08T21:39:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-09T10:27:14.933+09:30</updated><title type='text'>To My Friends and Love Ones,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that the school had limited the msn access to an hour from 8.30 - 9.30pm (+9.30 GMT) or 7.00 - 8.00pm (Singapore time). i hope that..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u all can be online at those time ok? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we can chat our hearts out. ok? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tyty&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;with lots of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Kevin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114709049227824244?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114709049227824244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114709049227824244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-my-friends-and-love-ones_08.html' title='To My Friends and Love Ones,'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114705767136291227</id><published>2006-05-08T12:21:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:25:55.810+09:30</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>so surprised that she called last night.&lt;br /&gt;she always seem so cheerful -&lt;br /&gt;it was as if there was nv a sad moment in her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just what i really needed at the moment&lt;br /&gt;the sound of her voice and laughter -&lt;br /&gt;when immerse into, engulfs you entirely and&lt;br /&gt;gives u warmth right down to your little toes.&lt;br /&gt;incidentally, last night was predicted to be the&lt;br /&gt;most violence storm of the year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you saved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114705767136291227?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114705767136291227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114705767136291227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/05/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114466296879022824</id><published>2006-04-10T19:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:37:48.633+09:30</updated><title type='text'>anticipation slows time</title><content type='html'>been looking at the clock since the start of the day&lt;br /&gt;counting down the hours b4 my flight tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;but it was so painfully slowwww.. especially during chem and english&lt;br /&gt;so slow that i even count the minutes.. so as to seem that time&lt;br /&gt;is actually moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, today ain't that bad&lt;br /&gt;had bio , a free before lunch&lt;br /&gt;and after lunch had maths and chinese&lt;br /&gt;which to me is practically a free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 hours 40 mins and 26 seconds left.&lt;br /&gt;its tantalizing to look at the clock now&lt;br /&gt;tick..&lt;br /&gt;tock...&lt;br /&gt;tick...&lt;br /&gt;boom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114466296879022824?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114466296879022824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114466296879022824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/04/anticipation-slows-time.html' title='anticipation slows time'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114449349293111336</id><published>2006-04-08T20:20:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-08T20:21:32.930+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent $250 on shopping today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me dead now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114449349293111336?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114449349293111336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114449349293111336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/04/spent-250-on-shopping-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114424371681628413</id><published>2006-04-05T21:44:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-08T20:20:28.406+09:30</updated><title type='text'>we will rule!</title><content type='html'>had a TOK seminar up the hills in Scotch College&lt;br /&gt;the school is huge; its like freaking hogwarts&lt;br /&gt;IB Gimps around adelaide attended this seminar&lt;br /&gt;didn't expect to see so many other IB Gimps&lt;br /&gt;we march on into their chapel in our respective group&lt;br /&gt;outsider, not known of our coming&lt;br /&gt;will probably think we'll here for a secret meeting&lt;br /&gt;to dominate the world with our intellectual&lt;br /&gt;(who can find better place to have a secret meeting&lt;br /&gt;than on the hills, looking down over the city)&lt;br /&gt;i just noticed that i wrote full loads of craps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the seminar was quite interesting&lt;br /&gt;the speaker is a british, and he speaks like a british-&lt;br /&gt;incredibly fast, incredibly monotone.&lt;br /&gt;he speak of  "The problem Of Evil"&lt;br /&gt;Quote: "A Pure Evil Is... Nothing"&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;i think i dozed off the rest of the seminar;&lt;br /&gt;can't remember much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114424371681628413?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114424371681628413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114424371681628413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-will-rule.html' title='we will rule!'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114415448283043591</id><published>2006-04-04T21:04:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:19:08.173+09:30</updated><title type='text'>the countdown starts</title><content type='html'>this pain woke me up several times at between 2 and 3 am&lt;br /&gt;beckoning me to the toilet seat to relief the pain.&lt;br /&gt;it eventually subsides, but only to start again at 5&lt;br /&gt;these interruption left me&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;disorientated in the morning&lt;br /&gt;the toilet smells&lt;br /&gt;i missed breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had first lesson free today&lt;br /&gt;spent it cracking my brain over a &lt;a href="http://weikiat.ikueb.com/thewicked/"&gt;thewicked&lt;/a&gt; question&lt;br /&gt;at the end of it, i failed to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;probably, i'm just not smart enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese lessons is next&lt;br /&gt;..the usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess&lt;br /&gt;..the usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history&lt;br /&gt;..the usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english&lt;br /&gt;watched Othello(a shakespeare tragedy) on tape&lt;br /&gt;had trouble understanding what they are saying&lt;br /&gt;'why can't shakespeare write like everyone else.' i asked&lt;br /&gt;'if he did, his plays won't survive several centurys' teacher answered&lt;br /&gt;picked up a quote from the show:&lt;br /&gt;'i hate the moor' (a note: i'm not racist &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch&lt;br /&gt;..the usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biology&lt;br /&gt;another video again&lt;br /&gt;this time on cholesterol&lt;br /&gt;i learnt that females could counter bad cholesterol by producing more good cholesterol.&lt;br /&gt;men can't, hence a higher chance of cardiac arrest.&lt;br /&gt;also, fats in men are deposited in around the waist = apple-shaped&lt;br /&gt;fats in women..err.. are deposited in the butt = pear-shaped or FAT ASS =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry&lt;br /&gt;..the usual..&lt;br /&gt;can't answer the question Mr McCann asked me.&lt;br /&gt;he always picks on me, asking me the difficult questions&lt;br /&gt;he probably hates me,&lt;br /&gt;but i still enjoys his classes&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badminton in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;..the usual.. smashed or get smashed&lt;br /&gt;went to gym afterwards&lt;br /&gt;did chest presses, sit-ups and the cycling-thing&lt;br /&gt;whole body felt weak after the rountine but i felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.02pm now&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired&lt;br /&gt;i shall turn in now&lt;br /&gt;quoting shakespeare: " goodbye is such sweet sorrow"&lt;br /&gt;the toilet still smells..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114415448283043591?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114415448283043591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114415448283043591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/04/countdown-starts.html' title='the countdown starts'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114403378490869730</id><published>2006-04-03T12:32:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-03T12:51:22.530+09:30</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/1600/blogpic.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/320/blogpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114403378490869730?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114403378490869730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114403378490869730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/04/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114396319036369878</id><published>2006-04-02T16:58:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-02T17:15:46.600+09:30</updated><title type='text'>week 8 weekends</title><content type='html'>i was almost finishing this enty when my firebox brower stop responding. this mean i have to type everything out again.. argh.. fuck that.. i'm not going to write everything once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.. i was saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god that the school did not block instant messenger this time.. it saved me from many boring weekends!&lt;br /&gt;i was chating with cheryl on msn, resiminiscing about out secondary sch days - from love letters to relationships, love crushes to crushed love. Cheryl was right, everything seems from different talking about it after two years it has past. everything seems so pointless and somehow funny; we were probably just too young to understand the world around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/1600/IMG_2387.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3641/724/320/IMG_2387.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              a snapshot of my adobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; it is about 1 1/2 times bigger than my pervious room. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114396319036369878?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114396319036369878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114396319036369878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/04/week-8-weekends.html' title='week 8 weekends'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114276908391081215</id><published>2006-03-19T17:46:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:06:54.416+09:30</updated><title type='text'>pool party</title><content type='html'>hmm.. the boarding house hosted this pool party social for various boarding houses in adelaide. i wasn't really totally keen in these socials.. i dunno why.. i just dun fit in with them.. they all just too... young - they are all probably about 12-15 years old. haiz.. blahh.. so yeah.. kicked the ball around in the oval with some of my mates and one even wants me to kick the ball over to a group of girls so he could go and have a closer look.. lol.. but it reminded me how i always did that when i'm younger and it all sound soooo stupid to me right now.. anyway.. had a few sausages(i just hates these bbq) and went to play pool and table tennis with oakkar - we were just too bored. lol.. so yeah.. we went back out to meet hewie and connie and they introduce me to their friend name celest and i soon find out that she from singapore as well.. at that moment there is a sudden feeling of familarity and attaction. i dunno why.. probably i'm just feeling homesick or er.. desperate. =/ honestly, she is kinda cute. well.. she said that shes going home this hols as well so we agreed that we'll meet up back home but the problem is.. we didn't exchange our contacts at all.. i dunno why i didn't but probably is because that shes a friend to tim fan and it simply irk me. he seems to have a cursed aura around him, who ever is close to him will be cursed. it is not my nature to have such dislike for a person but if u do know him u just can't help it. my dad is right, i did meet new people will different characters. A character which&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i..hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114276908391081215?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114276908391081215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114276908391081215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/03/pool-party.html' title='pool party'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114249273876687683</id><published>2006-03-16T17:17:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:51:08.216+10:30</updated><title type='text'>the first time</title><content type='html'>tat's right u heard me. after being here in adelaide for more than a year already, this is my first time getting my hair cut. lol.. i used to cut it during my hols just before coming back here and leave it to grow and manifest on my head for 10weeks before having them cut again back home. but this time, i didn't cut my hair since december last year and so u can imagine 4 months worth of uncut and umkempt hair on my head.. totally like a vagrant.. lol.. so yeah.. joon wanted to cut his hair in this korean saloon in the city so i just followed him. we took the bus and we reach this saloon, it is just round a corner of Rundall Mall. Before having our hair cut i have to remind joon that i want my hair to be cut 'shorter' but not 'short'. there is an obvious distinction between them.. just don't want him to mix it up when hes telling the hair dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hairdresser was a middle-age korean lady.. she told me that she only been here 6 months ago so her english isn't that good yet.. but spending so much time with joon already gave me the familarity of listening to her english.. those sort of english that u have to connect the words yourself.. lol.. so yeah.. my hair turn out alright. its shorter. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S this entry was suppose to be published last wed. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114249273876687683?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114249273876687683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114249273876687683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-time.html' title='the first time'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114222497835019913</id><published>2006-03-13T14:35:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:12:58.366+10:30</updated><title type='text'>many things else</title><content type='html'>woot! Need For Speed: Most Wanted is such a kickass game. stupid of me for not noticing it earlier and stupid of me for comparing it with the first of the NFS series which i played a decades ago. this is definetely gonna take up most of my freetime, inspiring to be the most notorious racer on the streets! muahaha.. but then, my laptop got a fucking lousy video card which absolutely deprive me of my total in game sastifaction. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrightttyy.. week 5 weekends! ahh.. in 4 more weeks i'll be flying home for hols again! woohoo.. yeah yeah.. lol.. but before that, i have loads of stuffs to do like my extended essay and my english world literature which both i have yet started and they are both due in 3 weeks time! lol.. but i made a pledge that i'll at least finish half of my world lit today.. that is like only 750 words.. can't be that hard right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.. just watched a video made by someone in lynette's OG as a tribute to the time they had over this 3 months since most of them are going separate ways. this video is just a slideshow of all the photos they took (it's funny that i'm trying to look for liao in every photo..lol.. woohoo.. ni zai na li?) and a short video in between which at the end of the was 'heartbreaking' for them. that it made me stop and ponder. have i ever had such attachment to a class that i'm been in before? i dun think so. am i an ungrateful SOB? nah.. i'm just.. hmm.. just say that i'm better with individuals then a class as a whole. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114222497835019913?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114222497835019913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114222497835019913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/03/many-things-else.html' title='many things else'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114187234880827936</id><published>2006-03-09T13:08:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:53:36.580+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I meet&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;They all wanna know why I'm so broken&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so cold&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm so hard inside.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I scared&lt;br /&gt;What am I afraid of&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;This story's never had an end&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching&lt;br /&gt;I've been hoping&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming you would come back&lt;br /&gt;But I know the ending of this story&lt;br /&gt;You're never coming back&lt;br /&gt;Never..never..never.....&lt;br /&gt;                                   ~predictable, good charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want it and i got it&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you need it&lt;br /&gt;Just call me, i'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;And baby all of my secrets&lt;br /&gt;I'll share them with you&lt;br /&gt;It ain't nothing babe, put that on everything&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the water in your shower&lt;br /&gt;To wash away the day&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the answer to your problem&lt;br /&gt;When you can't find a way&lt;br /&gt;Never hurt you or leave you cuz it ain't like that&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be your man that's where my head is at ~anything, O'Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114187234880827936?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114187234880827936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114187234880827936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/03/everywhere-i-go-everyone-i-meet-every_09.html' title=''/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114162702017404435</id><published>2006-03-06T16:42:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:07:00.186+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Why we have things that we love</title><content type='html'>this is a dialogue between chef and stan of south park. in the episode, kenny is suffering from a terminal disease and stan is now questioning why must this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stan: Why would god let kenny die, chef, why? kenny is my friend. why can't god takes other elses friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chef: stan, sometimes god takes those closest to us cos it will make him feel better about himself. he is a very vengeful guy, stan. he all pissed off about something we did thousands of years he just can't get over it so he doesn't care who he takes. children, puppys, it don't matter to him, so long it makes us sad. do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stan: then why do god gives us anything to start with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chef: well, look at it this way. if u wan to make a baby cry, first u give him a lollipop then u take it away. if you never give it a lollipop to begin with, then he will have nothing to cry about. thats like god, who gives us life and love and help just so that he could tear it all away and make us cry. so he can drink the sweet milk of our tear. you see, its our tears stan, that gives god  his great power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. alright..  if  you're offended.. ha.. too bad. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114162702017404435?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114162702017404435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114162702017404435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-we-have-things-that-we-love.html' title='Why we have things that we love'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114156042490736421</id><published>2006-03-05T22:30:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:37:04.920+10:30</updated><title type='text'>week 4 weekends</title><content type='html'>end of week4! woohoo.. time goes faster when you're not thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;spent my weekend afternoon at adelaide state library doing some research on my extended essay and some studies on chemistry and and leeching the free wireless connection to get on msn! it was such a dream come true as the school freaking blocked msn on the school network even though a petition was sent. stubborn lil b**tards. lol.. blah.. so yeah.. tat's why weekend for ya.. nth much.. lol..boring boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114156042490736421?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114156042490736421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114156042490736421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/03/week-4-weekends.html' title='week 4 weekends'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-114093668783982755</id><published>2006-02-26T17:08:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-01T10:40:14.490+10:30</updated><title type='text'>blahhh-</title><content type='html'>okok ver.. this is for u ok? u asked me to update and i did. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a 'are you an introvert or extrovert?' test that day and it comfirmed myself that i am indeed an introvert. people who know me well will certainly know this. this explains why i love staying in in the boarding house during exeat weekends, when i got the chance spend nights in mate's place, going shopping alone and adore the time of being home alone. surprise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going into my 4th week of my 12 year now and still as busy as ever. homework and test comes in a fury but this is what i should expect and accept as being in the final year of school. just 8 more months, just 8 more months and i will enjoy my 9 months of hols(that is if i'm studying uni in US or Uk). 8 months of hard work = 9 months of hols. =) oh.. have to minus 3 months off my 9 months hols becos i going into national service in malaysia. ZZZ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-114093668783982755?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114093668783982755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/114093668783982755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2006/02/blahhh.html' title='blahhh-'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-113378207581573792</id><published>2005-12-05T21:16:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:26:31.130+10:30</updated><title type='text'>tipsy</title><content type='html'>woot.. hsien brought dinner and invited us for a party today. becos his actual birthday was just 3 days prior the start of exams,so he had to postpone it to today. better late than never i'll say. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met with the 20 others outside Pancake House at the agreed time of 6pm and we waited for about 15mins for the bithday boy to come but only to find out that he was already in there waiting! with a reservation for a huge room! woot. at he end of the room got a jukebox and with $4 u could play up to 6 songs! but but all what the jukebox has was all the classics from the 80s like the beegees and ABBA. wahaha.. we dun really care and played songs like Dancing queen and stayin' alive.. lol.. its cool. got a catchy tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many of them ordered german feast. the german feast basically has two piece of pancakes, two halves grilled tomatos, bacon and a huge saugauge. though it don't really sound much but it is really filling if u finish the whole thing. always trying to be a rebel, i order something else call the crepe scott. its like two flat pieces of err.. dunnno what to call it but it is also used to wrap Tacos too. yeah. and has mince beef in it. ha.. its just something very simple but fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.. going straight into the party i had. it was held at Eddie's House. its kinda funny why his family got a house here. Back home in Macau, his dad sued one of the trial's boss and for a period of time his family refuge here in adelaide as the boss's 'gina' kept creating prob for them. wahaha. k right. hsien came abit later than us as he have to bring the beers and spirits from god knows where. the party started slow - everyone got themself a beer and gather in the kitchen with no apparent reason leaving the "dancefloor(living room)" empty. but as the night matures, people starts moving to the living room not for dancing though but for the ever-so-popular truth or dare. its was sick. we had guys kissing guys-lips and nipples-girls kissing girls(only lips no nipple) and stuffs similar. i wasn't in any of those actions. i was chilling at the backyard, siping on my vodka and chatting with a fellow singaporean. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-113378207581573792?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113378207581573792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113378207581573792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2005/12/tipsy.html' title='tipsy'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-113343011438918487</id><published>2005-12-01T19:31:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-01T20:11:54.416+10:30</updated><title type='text'>exam reports</title><content type='html'>ironic isn't it; that i actually got more time to blog during exam period than pre-exams period. How does it work?! ha.. perhaps, blogging is just an excuse for me to STOP studying. ha.. whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i burnt my finger at my biology exams yesterday. i took the risk of only studying the menstrual cycle and human physiology. The menstrual cycle had always been coming out in the extended answer section and Human Physiology is almost this whole semester work and since teacher said that this exams will be mostly this semester work, suggested to me that Human Physiology questions will be all over the exams paper. but instead, menstrual cycle came out nowhere in the exams and human physiology only in MCQ sections. most of the questions came from the smaller chapters learnt this semester. ahhh.. and for extended section, i answer the quesion on Ecology which, comparatively, is my weakest chapters in biology. Haizz.. there goes my distinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.. one depressing matter aside. and here comes another depressing matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on contrary to Biology, all the chapers i studied for chemistry came out for the exams. Hooray? No. all of the section 2 questions starts with forming Chemical Equation and the rest of the question was based on that chemical equation. But i suck at forming chemical equation!  some of my answers even contradict my chemical equation. haiz. in the afternon was my chinese paper.. i did no study for chinese and it turned out alright.. i suppose. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths HL tmr.. kinda gave up on it already. i handed in my subject change form from Maths HL to Maths SL but it only takes effect next time. So.. Blah.. some study must still be done so i won't fail that badly. ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-113343011438918487?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113343011438918487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113343011438918487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2005/12/exam-reports.html' title='exam reports'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-113330377657606934</id><published>2005-11-30T08:52:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-30T09:06:16.596+10:30</updated><title type='text'>exams day 2</title><content type='html'>finished english and history exams yesterday. i did alright for both of them i guess.. i managed to finish my english commentary just at the last seconds but didn't manage to finish my last point in my history essay, i hope my sources will compensate for it cos i spent like an 1hour 15mins to do the fucking sources! (why must they make it so hard? don;t they want their student to do well?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. had free this morning but wait for the imminent Biology exams this afternoon. i should really be studying for it but i suddenly remembered the resentment and frustation of fellow pals who consistently urged me to blog.. wahaha.. and so i did, at a bad time though, and now do not have to worry about till i dunno when.. lol.. right.. should be studying for Biology now.. lol.. but hell gonna get distinction anyway... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A wise person is cautious and turns from evil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but a fool throws off restraint and is overconfident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-113330377657606934?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113330377657606934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113330377657606934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2005/11/exams-day-2.html' title='exams day 2'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-113048796164422679</id><published>2005-10-28T17:53:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:47:25.930+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Cross Dressing Day</title><content type='html'>yesterday was the last day of senior school for the year 12 and it would be expected that school will be on as usual and everyonewill be all serious and stuffs since their final year exams is only like 3 weeks away and oh boy was i wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i seen the entrance gate of my school... theres a huge banner over it say 'LAST DAY FOR LEAVERS'05 TO LET LOOSE' and the banner was held up by... strings of bras.. lol.. of all size and colours and it kinda forbodes the rest of my day. Music was played thru out the day at the courtyard by some dj wanna-be and the year 12s were dancing to it. As my blog entry suggested, today, the guys and girls will cross dress - guys will wear the girl's summer uniform and vice versa. it was quite a sight really. guys in short blouse, trying their best to keep their calves together, with their arms almost tearing the sleeves - looking totally ridiculous and lots of ego at stake. at the end of the day, the title of the 'prettiest' guy in the sch belongs to the sissy community of the sch. They went to the extreme by putting on make-ups(no lipsticks though), mascara(not quite sure the spelling), and socking(eewww). Not quite sure whether they wore undies or brief, but any single thought of it is apalling. The girls, on the other hand, and ofcos, being girls, tried their best to look good in anything given to them. Tying up their buttoned shirt exposing their abdomen. Many improvised on the long pants as well. They loosen the width of the pants so to allow it to drop halfway down the ass, showing off their boxers (yes.. they wore guys's boxer that day) and shorten the length of the pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. this is what happened in the senior school and was not suppose to be carried over to the middle school. At lunchtime, i walked to the school shop in the middleschool to get new sch socks (have i told u that people has been stealing my socks and underwears =X ). right. and i witnessed the most astonishing thing of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the lunchtime in the middle school and the senior school is different so when i'm there the courtyard was basically empty. just as i turned round a corner to the school shop, i heard shrieks comiing from the courtyard. 11 year 12 girls ran in a line from the back gate and ran round the courtyard and they are all.. TOPLESS!! heh heh.. woohoo.. boobies.. and whats ironic was that the courtyard is just infront of the school chapel.. lol.. an epitome of 'Girls Gone Wild'&lt;br /&gt;this year's year 12 was a crazy bunch.. they had parties every weekends during term 3. i personally been to one and they are Crazzzzy. lol.. geez. i gonna miss the year 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-113048796164422679?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113048796164422679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113048796164422679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2005/10/cross-dressing-day.html' title='Cross Dressing Day'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-113020478759174586</id><published>2005-06-12T21:13:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:20:24.786+09:30</updated><title type='text'>When we risk it all; a love note.</title><content type='html'>we can't blame others when love dwindles away-&lt;br /&gt;for we knew from the start it never promises to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just one of those things when stakes are high-&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes its forever, and sometimes its goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you love right away, you will never lose-&lt;br /&gt;no matter what path life may force you to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may end up with tears or a broken heart-&lt;br /&gt;but u know what u signed up for from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can give what you've got to give-&lt;br /&gt;and if thats not enough, then you must continue to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life will go on and broken heart will heal-&lt;br /&gt;you must contiune on your quest, for thats the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throw your hearts into life and never stall-&lt;br /&gt;for the greatest risk is to rish nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, love is the only thing that we know-&lt;br /&gt;that can be divided and divided but continue to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and life isn't long enough to lock away our heart-&lt;br /&gt;just becasue life may have force two people apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will contiune to love and contiune to lose-&lt;br /&gt;we will contiune to pick and contiune to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then one day we will risk it all-&lt;br /&gt;take the chains off our heart and dismantle the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time our love will be forever-&lt;br /&gt;and never again will our hearts be forced to sever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll never have doubts that it'll go away-&lt;br /&gt;because this time, it'll be here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but untill then we must endure all the pain-&lt;br /&gt;for we only see sunshine if we can wait throught the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-113020478759174586?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113020478759174586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113020478759174586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-we-risk-it-all-love-note.html' title='When we risk it all; a love note.'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-113020461708801784</id><published>2005-05-19T21:49:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:33:36.206+09:30</updated><title type='text'>A New Life.</title><content type='html'>I read my pervious 4 entries while doing my new layout and it appears that all four of them had Lynn in them. It is like my world revolves around her - my sun and my warmth - a world in standstill without her. No direction, no progression and no reason. Pardon me for this, whatever u wanna call it, sentimental, emotional, corny or sissy paragraph. wahaha.. excessive female hormones in my blood now.&lt;br /&gt;alrightt.. first time writing an entry in this foreign land, first time in 5 months. i've been neglecting this blog since my last entry on new year's day. Between then and now, nothing much of signficant really worth mentioning about, Except for that final night before i left for adelaide, when i had to say farewell to my gang and lynn. goodbye seems like the hardest thing to say. blahhh..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. this blog is near completion.. just have to further change some details.. set up a photo ablum and freaking fix that archive section. However it has to wait. Been busy lately.. constantly bombarded with essays and other school works, in preparation for my midyear exam in four weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;alright... got to finish my ToK essay on 'language'. ToK is really fucking me inside-out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-113020461708801784?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113020461708801784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113020461708801784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-life.html' title='A New Life.'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-113020417245941964</id><published>2004-12-28T02:03:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:06:12.460+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Short Trip to Town</title><content type='html'>My english language test ended at 11. thats grammer exercise,compre and compo..pretty easy really. Afterwards i went to town to meet jieling during her lunch break. she forgot to punch in her card in the morning so she wasted the entire morning working for free..blur queen..lol. i asked her to bring me a bottle of absolute volka which she said is left at home collecting dust but in the end she gave a half filled mineral water bottle and said that she didn't wan me to drink too much and be a alcoholic..lol. both of us had burger king near wheelocks place and both of us couldn't finish burgers then we went on saying the tsunami victim this and tsunami victim that..blahh. after that we parted.&lt;br /&gt;Then at the traffic junction infront of wheelock place.. i bumped into nicole and shes alone =)) shes meeting her churchmates @ 2 but at that time its only 1+++ so i accompany her for a while lorr.. lol. she chose me a TEE from topman. not bad.. lol. afterthat we went up to flash&amp;amp;splash on the 3rd floor.. and i saw a quiksilver bag.. very nicee.. 69 bucks.. acceptable for a quiksilver.. she got herself a ripcurl slipper.. $49.90.. zzz rich kid. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Quiksilver bag is $69 and my IPOD casing is $59. total is.... $128.. ZZZZZ. STARTING SAVING KEVIN !!. carving itself again at 2:23 AM&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, December 28, 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-113020417245941964?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113020417245941964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113020417245941964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2004/12/short-trip-to-town.html' title='Short Trip to Town'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-112996411072257765</id><published>2004-12-25T21:35:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-22T16:25:10.723+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Bbq @ nicole's</title><content type='html'>Met lynn under her block at 5 and it took us 30mins for us to reach nicole's condo. bbq beside the swimming pool, so cool rightt. the whole gang was already there when we got there. everyone was suppose to take one huge lollipop from a box as door gifts but i took 3, one of which i'm licking now. =XX&lt;br /&gt;janice's bf and i was the only guys there, i quoted angeline, 'Its only manly for You TWO to do the grilling'. Slut. anyway.. we both did all the cooking while girls just sat there gossiping. =Xwe gave the girls the nicely cooked wings and dogs and left for ourself the burnt and uncook ones =(&lt;br /&gt;blahhhhhhhhhhhhhh i talk too much.. lol.. sorrry. gudnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-112996411072257765?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/112996411072257765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/112996411072257765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2004/12/bbq-nicoles.html' title='Bbq @ nicole&apos;s'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-112996172778724937</id><published>2004-12-25T21:09:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-22T15:45:27.786+09:30</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas - 2004</title><content type='html'>lynn and i went to city hall together yesterday to shop for christmas gifts for each other. well, went in almost every shops we walk by and i even tugged her into CK's undergarment shop to see whether any of those lingeri suits her. i curiously pull out the price tag which is well hidden behind the bra and OMG.. $90 for it?!! But hey.. i dun mind paying it to see her in those =XX !! (the ck briefs look quite good too yeah lol)lynn said that its hard to get presents for guys cos all they think of is sex. =/ tat's not totally true, right guys? (tag me to answer) all i need now is ''SEE MY DESIRE SECTION !!'' =)&lt;br /&gt;only at the end of the day.. then we realised that what we both really want for xmas wasn't gifts.. but is Each Other.&lt;br /&gt;we went back to lynn's house for dinner. her parent preordered one full turkey and a pepperoni pizza from Canadian Pizza. woohoo a feast!! we figured that the four of us couldn't finish all of it so we called for reinforcement. here came my xiaomei and janice but they didn't help much. In the end, only half of a turkey was left and we don't know what to do with it. the frige is filled and the oven is too small for it. so.. we just leave it there and allow the flies to feast on it. merry xmas little flies. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-112996172778724937?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/112996172778724937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/112996172778724937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-christmas-2004.html' title='This Christmas - 2004'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10305763.post-113020433459681401</id><published>2004-01-01T12:07:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:23:31.956+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Awaiting 2005</title><content type='html'>waited till 3pm at home for adib to come to collect his share of volka, after that off to the Li's again. reach there about 5pm, just before his dad came home. she told me a few days ago that she got a surprise for me. i tot its something like a small gifts or.. err.. a small sex? lol. but instead, she flashes her tummy to me to show me the 'surprise'. she got a pierced navel! but hellll.. it looked great on her. i wonder whether it taste as well too? =XX&lt;br /&gt;i carried in the tv and the vcd player from the 'leisure' room and watched la bi xiao xin borrowed from ver's bro. we didn't stop laughing until we went out for pizzas in the kitchen and went for more la bi xiao xin after that.&lt;br /&gt;tick tock tick tock.. before we knew it was 10.30pm already and only just finished the last la bi xiao xin disc. we next spent the next few hours chatting and listening in to my ipod until she fell asleep.. in my arms. =X i went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;she asked me this question just after midnight "you only have 3 more weeks left, what are u intending to do?" only then i realise.. its 3 more weeks. i always say 'next year, next year' now its only 3 more weeks. zzzzzzz.. what am i going to do in the comming 3 weeks? i.. dun..know.. sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10305763-113020433459681401?l=indulgence-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113020433459681401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10305763/posts/default/113020433459681401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indulgence-d.blogspot.com/2004/01/awaiting-2005.html' title='Awaiting 2005'/><author><name>kevinn-</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></entry></feed>
