<?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-1897261355695110940</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:51:04.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my utterings</title><subtitle type='html'>相信人是不用吃药的</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-880892484287468043</id><published>2012-01-31T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:18:48.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chill~</title><content type='html'>been long since i sat down in my school library and chill. nvm that it is more noisy than normal libraries. actually its a pretty chill place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-880892484287468043?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/880892484287468043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2012/01/chill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/880892484287468043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/880892484287468043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2012/01/chill.html' title='chill~'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-3661829069629957881</id><published>2012-01-27T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T02:37:51.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to do with myself too.</title><content type='html'>I am letting social media get the better of me. This is not something i want. Having a hiatus off social media is really a good option for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end also cannot blame anyone. Stuffs can do early never do. Not as if i never try. I am still learning how to self-motivate myself. Translating my thoughts into actions sounds so easy but executing it is so hard. Whats wrong with me man?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i am having such a low morale moment right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-3661829069629957881?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3661829069629957881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-know-what-to-do-with-myself-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3661829069629957881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3661829069629957881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-know-what-to-do-with-myself-too.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to do with myself too.'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-6922013912348033458</id><published>2012-01-13T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:30:39.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after that incident, i vowed that i would never live my life for others agn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-6922013912348033458?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6922013912348033458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2012/01/after-that-incident-i-vowed-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6922013912348033458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6922013912348033458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2012/01/after-that-incident-i-vowed-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-1618891134774663798</id><published>2012-01-11T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:25:18.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>或许我最错的决定，就是爱错了人。本来就不应该开始。没有后悔，只能继续往前看。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-1618891134774663798?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1618891134774663798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1618891134774663798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1618891134774663798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-7979472229375108350</id><published>2012-01-03T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:31:35.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent?</title><content type='html'>I must admit, i really cannot get my mind through music composition. I really want to just compose a simple tune for today's problem but after a couple of bars, POOM, im stuck again. Its kind of a very sian feeling. I really wonder if i got no skill in understanding music theory, or i just simply can't be good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong in the module. In fact, it is fairly easy to score for this module. But some things so simple, require a bit of talent too. I would just say i really got no talent for music composition for now. I still await the day i can compose something simple and to my satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we want to be that somebody with a certain quality. But if i really don't have what it takes, whats the next move? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaps, even though it does not help me in completing my work today for this module. At least i felt slightly better. Just slightlyyy ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-7979472229375108350?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7979472229375108350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2012/01/talent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/7979472229375108350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/7979472229375108350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2012/01/talent.html' title='Talent?'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-8680130449731875700</id><published>2011-12-25T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T16:26:30.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdly Puzzled</title><content type='html'>I realised, the most amazing people i met in my life were mostly through working. The process of making friends indeed has grown much harder as i grow up. Just looking back, few years ago when you have a bunch of friends whom you were so close with, compared to now, sometimes when we bumped into each other, you kind of get the awkward expression from the other party. Actually i also don't understand how come the situation can be awkward. To me, i always felt great to see old friends. I guess, when people made new friends, they don't remember the memories they had with the previous groups of friends yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-8680130449731875700?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8680130449731875700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/12/weirdly-puzzled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/8680130449731875700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/8680130449731875700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/12/weirdly-puzzled.html' title='Weirdly Puzzled'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-8567261462071455146</id><published>2011-12-19T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T00:20:25.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is dehydration</title><content type='html'>On Dec 4, i ran my first 21.1km Standard Chartered Marathon. So for the first time i thought i was gonna die. This is the result of not having full preparation beforehand. After a few days, i found out that after my run that day, i was suffering from dehydration. No wonder the second half of the race when i drank Ice Mountain from the drink stations, i felt nothing. Only 100 Plus managed to give me the boost i needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time for 21.1km was 3 hours 8 mins. Totally not something to be proud of, but definitely something worth remembering. After running 21.1km, i highly question how do people even tahan 42.195km?! After the run the only thing i want to do is to lie down and close my eyes man. I was totally shag to the extent i dun even feel hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that i struggled my way home and i did not even eat anything. I only wanted to sleep. LOL. Indeed, i slept straight after i bathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an experience. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-8567261462071455146?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8567261462071455146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-dehydration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/8567261462071455146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/8567261462071455146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-dehydration.html' title='this is dehydration'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-4361281298958674431</id><published>2011-12-07T02:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T03:01:40.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>人，如果要改，根本不需要说，怎么样都会改。&lt;br /&gt;到头来，还是看自己。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 明白，是一个很单纯的形容词。但是只要有一天我们选择不去明白，我们可能永远都不会理解。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-4361281298958674431?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4361281298958674431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/4361281298958674431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/4361281298958674431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-1206070514704736392</id><published>2011-12-06T03:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T03:33:53.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>世界充满了色彩，我们还是不应该忘了黑与白的单纯。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-1206070514704736392?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1206070514704736392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1206070514704736392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1206070514704736392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-3892125991600579726</id><published>2011-12-01T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T03:14:58.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good results? Mehh~</title><content type='html'>Do you all think that results are important?There are people with good results that do not give me a good impression. Of course, i have also met people with good results AND good attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results is a decoy for people who are smart and can score well, to tell people that they are good model students. However, their working attitude and some other qualities maybe quite bad to start with. People are being fooled into looking up to them like good examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of the day, is results important? For me, its a no. Having a humble attitude and the way we conduct ourselves surpasses good results. In the short run, people with good results gets all the credit. In the long run, your attitude and conduct will be a more contributing factor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-3892125991600579726?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3892125991600579726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-results-mehh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3892125991600579726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3892125991600579726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-results-mehh.html' title='Good results? Mehh~'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-6978632061183277391</id><published>2011-11-28T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T03:05:57.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Stanger! :)</title><content type='html'>After school last friday, i was hesitating whether to proceed to the bus-stop to take a bus to or make the choice of walking to the bus interchange instead. What prompted me to hesitate was a pretty interesting encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 100 metres from the point where i had to make a decision of either taking the bus or walking, i saw this girl and obviously she had just finished class too. The thing that made me notice her was, she was quite tall for a girl, about the same height as me. And coincidentally, she was walking at about the same speed as me, which is pretty fast. *I had no idea where we both were rushing to. HAHA.* &lt;br /&gt;And so, i took a couple of glances at her, and she took a couple of glances at me too! *raises eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, we noticed each other because of the walking speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I chose to walk to the bus interchange because this girl was walking too. *SO GOT MOTIVE RIGHT*&lt;br /&gt;All the while we were walking at about the same speed. When we were somewhere at the mrt station, i saw that she was behind me through a mirror's reflection. I was thinking, maybe she is taking the train while i am taking the bus. But NO, she was taking bus too! OK, that is coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I DON'T BELIEVE SHE TAKING THE SAME BUS AS ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the end, she went to queue for bus 161, while i queued for bus 966.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not the kind of ending you expected? But did i manage to keep the suspense? HAHA *Fail*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-6978632061183277391?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6978632061183277391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-stanger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6978632061183277391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6978632061183277391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-stanger.html' title='Hi Stanger! :)'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-3486170000347750261</id><published>2011-11-18T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T22:21:36.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the last thing i ever want is to quarrel with my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-3486170000347750261?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3486170000347750261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-thing-i-ever-want-is-to-quarrel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3486170000347750261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3486170000347750261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-thing-i-ever-want-is-to-quarrel.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-1469470094664623999</id><published>2011-11-18T03:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T22:21:22.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep early god damn it!</title><content type='html'>Its late night thoughts again. Totally can't sleep early for the past month, damn.Was reading about this article regarding celebrity dads on their views and lifestyle after becoming a dad. One of the comment made by this celebrity dad was that he told his kid not to lie but the next moment he lied and he had to explain why he lied to his kid.He said that the world of kids consist of only black and white. In relevance to his, it was varying degrees of grey. That sentence pretty much left me thinking as i proceeded on to read other articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, we only know we just had to do what our parents told us, everything was pretty much straightforward. We go to school to make friends, study hard to do well for exams, train hard in our cca to earn a spot in the school team, watch movies and hang out with friends like any other kid and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering poly, everything pretty much changed. The world of black and white, sadly did not turn out to be full of colours, instead fading into faint grey. I went out working part time and saw more of what is the outside world. I met people, with reference to, where looks can be deceiving. At times i felt that i was fake too because i wasn't a person who like to hold grudges with anyone, and i had to pretend to be acceptable to people that i disapproved too. Over time, i just told myself, i could not please everyone. I would not even bother to make that extra effort to do so. Just look at the people around us now, who is 100% real, or even 70%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chanced upon this pretty amusing comic strip 2 days ago. It goes like, "Why do we even have facebook, twitter? Because we are afraid of being lonely."We follow each other's activities and what comes out? Pretty much nothing. To put it bluntly, sometimes we need reminders about others being worse than us so that we can self comfort ourself. Isn't that pretty sad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-1469470094664623999?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1469470094664623999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleep-early-god-damn-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1469470094664623999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1469470094664623999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleep-early-god-damn-it.html' title='Sleep early god damn it!'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-1545369460286740024</id><published>2011-11-17T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T16:34:01.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure whether is it just me or that whenever my i received my pay, i do not head to the bank immediately to like bank it in. The temptation to immediately bank in the money and spend it is not in my dictionary. I could always wait like as long as one week to two weeks before banking it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly see stuffs on the net, in stores that i would love to have. But if i buy every other nice things that i see, i will be pretty much broke, or let's say, negatively poor?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; There will always be nicer things released every other day, it's really up to self control to buy what is really neccessary. It is fashionable to follow trends, but at this point of age, following trends to me is a pretty high price which i am not willing to pay for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we lived for the sake of looking forward to pay day, that would be a pretty sad thing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-1545369460286740024?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1545369460286740024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1545369460286740024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1545369460286740024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-2242582066960193561</id><published>2011-11-16T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T00:58:27.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good read</title><content type='html'>"Getting lost is something to be embraced, not feared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: &lt;a href="http://www.cnngo.com/explorations/life/tell-me-about-it/james-durston-photography-has-ruined-travel-361992#ixzz1dnGYJPRY" style="color: #003399;"&gt;James Durston: Photography has ruined travel | CNNGo.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cnngo.com/explorations/life/tell-me-about-it/james-durston-photography-has-ruined-travel-361992#ixzz1dnGYJPRY" style="color: #003399;"&gt;http://www.cnngo.com/explorations/life/tell-me-about-it/james-durston-photography-has-ruined-travel-361992#ixzz1dnGYJPRY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-2242582066960193561?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2242582066960193561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/2242582066960193561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/2242582066960193561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-read.html' title='Good read'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-5989937882726774467</id><published>2011-11-11T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T22:53:32.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Famous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hR-7TrxwNDg/Tr02vEoB8fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Aeyy840hlWo/s1600/tualobang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hR-7TrxwNDg/Tr02vEoB8fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Aeyy840hlWo/s320/tualobang.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just kidding :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-5989937882726774467?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5989937882726774467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-famous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5989937882726774467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5989937882726774467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-famous.html' title='I&apos;m Famous!'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hR-7TrxwNDg/Tr02vEoB8fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Aeyy840hlWo/s72-c/tualobang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-3767164039195569091</id><published>2011-11-05T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:47:50.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>OKAYE, another body found at bedok reservoir. Pretty puzzled at whats going on around the area. Serial killer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, as much as there is a trend of people commiting suicide at the reservoir, i do not think it is funny to make fun of the reservoir continously. Once or twice still ok. More than that, i find that it is pretty lame and NOT COOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-3767164039195569091?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3767164039195569091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3767164039195569091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3767164039195569091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-4452971287093962795</id><published>2011-11-05T03:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T03:11:50.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a great weekend :)</title><content type='html'>I definitely enjoyed my Friday night. Everything went sort of unplanned because i did not even plan to go out today. All it took was 5 mins and i was on my way preparing to meet a friend for dinner somewhere around Haji Lane area. Impromptu FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time at Maison Ikkoku. The quietness of the place is something i embrace. A sandwich consisting of spicy chicken in the middle of Cibbata bread and a cup of MI Latte does the trick for a Friday night. With just an additional 3 customers in the cafe other than us, all i could say is, SHIOK :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only spent three hours plus outside but enjoyable is the word for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something that i couldn't disagree more upon.&lt;br /&gt;You need to have a lot of time with someone else, be it the special someone or not, to enjoy every moment.&lt;br /&gt;Nopes, this sentence does not work for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to uncover more new places shall continueeeeeeeeee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-4452971287093962795?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4452971287093962795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/have-great-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/4452971287093962795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/4452971287093962795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/have-great-weekend.html' title='Have a great weekend :)'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-6526872002699593831</id><published>2011-11-04T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T02:53:34.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get it in the head!</title><content type='html'>I am kind of getting sick to those love quotes on facebook or twitter. I do not know if anyone agrees with this, but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE FREAKING FOLLOWS A TEMPLATE FOR LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean your partner did not treat you according to the way the quote says, it means your partner does not love you. COME ON, EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT IN EXPRESSING THEIR THOUGHTS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-6526872002699593831?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6526872002699593831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/get-it-in-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6526872002699593831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6526872002699593831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/get-it-in-head.html' title='Get it in the head!'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-797506084526870439</id><published>2011-11-03T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:58:18.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle</title><content type='html'>The channel 8 drama is not helping when it is playing a sad scene with Hebe's song.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Oath really puts u in situations where you are standing in the middle of law and life. As a doctor, u got a responsibility to save a patient's life on the verge of death. However, when there are illegal dealings concerning the patient's life, would u still save the patient?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-797506084526870439?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/797506084526870439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/middle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/797506084526870439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/797506084526870439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/middle.html' title='Middle'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-7571129498418686114</id><published>2011-11-02T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T02:53:47.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIYA</title><content type='html'>As much as im looking for ways to relax myself, i know i couldn't because this semester is quite a tight one. Suddenly i felt as if im being caught aback by what is happening around me. It stills boils down to my self-discipline, which i hate to admit, is BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i haven't been trying to work things out. Sometimes the desire wanting to be better as an individual is strong, but at the end of the day, perhaps all that improved was my mental being. My actions still have much proving to do. Not to others, but sometimes i had a hard time convincing myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate days like this where i set out determined to do something but in turn i don't know where the determination died to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, screw this. Tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-7571129498418686114?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7571129498418686114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/haiya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/7571129498418686114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/7571129498418686114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/11/haiya.html' title='HAIYA'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-8217221276145422398</id><published>2011-10-28T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T02:02:01.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-reflection point</title><content type='html'>Went to watch a Thai performance on Sunday at University Cultural Centre.&lt;br /&gt;When almost the whole of thailand is flooded, the performers still chose to come and perform due to professionalism.&lt;br /&gt;When Singapore is raining the past few days, all we want to do is to skip school and have a good sleep at home.&lt;br /&gt;I believe Thai people still cannot afford to sleep in a peace of mind for this coming months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-8217221276145422398?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8217221276145422398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/10/self-reflection-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/8217221276145422398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/8217221276145422398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/10/self-reflection-point.html' title='Self-reflection point'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-24831731365900198</id><published>2011-10-25T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T02:40:09.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L</title><content type='html'>The feeling of loneliness is back to haunt me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-24831731365900198?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/24831731365900198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/10/l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/24831731365900198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/24831731365900198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/10/l.html' title='L'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-1537478417132911696</id><published>2011-10-21T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:54:14.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have this?</title><content type='html'>An Act of Courage, A Leap of Faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-1537478417132911696?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1537478417132911696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-have-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1537478417132911696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1537478417132911696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-have-this.html' title='Do you have this?'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-5057714752708426060</id><published>2011-10-19T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:53:29.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just felt that social media like Facebook and Twitter are just mediums used to express our thoughts, sharing funny, interesting and meaningful things with people. However, from a general point of view, i felt that failed relationships are due to thoughts being expressed on Facebook or Twitter. Yes, sometimes the truth hurts, but some people just can't take the truth. Thoughts expressed when we are sad or angry do affect our partners i suppose. Imagine last time where there were no Facebook or Twitter, many things are pretty simplified. At least you don't see people spreading negativity on the net! We are sort of in an era where we want to freely express our thoughts. Of course, there are consequences behind that too~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-5057714752708426060?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5057714752708426060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-just-felt-that-social-media-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5057714752708426060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5057714752708426060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-just-felt-that-social-media-like.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-858069264907495177</id><published>2011-10-14T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T23:43:11.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one thing to note, i dun like researching for music terms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-858069264907495177?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/858069264907495177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-thing-to-note-i-dun-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/858069264907495177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/858069264907495177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-thing-to-note-i-dun-like.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-3073525944652016092</id><published>2011-10-06T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T01:26:57.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertainity</title><content type='html'>the uncertainity of the future is overwhelming. i wonder how some people can be ignorant of how their lives will turn out 10 to 20 years down the road. its either they can't be bothered, if not they are fully living their present life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somtimes, i realli need to find inner peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-3073525944652016092?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3073525944652016092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/10/uncertainity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3073525944652016092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3073525944652016092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/10/uncertainity.html' title='uncertainity'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-7672735744508752660</id><published>2011-10-02T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:07:00.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tangled</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, i was un-tangling my earphones and this struck me.&lt;br /&gt;Actually i am just like the earphones, untangling myself from whatever stress in the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that, in Singapore, life will be really hard for me in future. All i can see is that, in future, i will keep doing what i can to break free from the demands of society. Breaking free from the vicious cycle in Singapore where money defines your status. Without money, you are nobody. Everything is just too practical where i guess, humanity and compassion lacks, or might be absent in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-7672735744508752660?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7672735744508752660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/10/tangled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/7672735744508752660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/7672735744508752660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/10/tangled.html' title='tangled'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-1043552556555045863</id><published>2011-09-26T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:59:29.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just now i spent 45 mins playing a game when i could use the same amount of time to work out a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-1043552556555045863?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1043552556555045863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-now-i-spent-45-mins-playing-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1043552556555045863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1043552556555045863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-now-i-spent-45-mins-playing-game.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-6838423984683153537</id><published>2011-09-26T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:37:46.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging ...</title><content type='html'>im trying to adapt back to singapore. thailand sure gave me pretty much insights. the aftermath of the trip jus kept me hanging...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-6838423984683153537?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6838423984683153537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/09/hanging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6838423984683153537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6838423984683153537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/09/hanging.html' title='hanging ...'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-6703513618856075444</id><published>2011-09-17T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T01:31:01.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long day at work ~</title><content type='html'>work today (Friday) was pretty hard towards the end of the day. no idea y i culdn concentrate well after lunch. towards the end of the day, a couple of complications made it even harder. but well, difficulties are always present to make us learn as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times, i dun wana blame others for giving me some kind of troubles at wrong timings. i jus blame myself for not knowing enough to be able to handle the situation better, by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-6703513618856075444?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6703513618856075444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/09/long-day-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6703513618856075444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6703513618856075444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/09/long-day-at-work.html' title='long day at work ~'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-5443975013453203519</id><published>2011-09-15T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:37:44.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice &amp; Choices</title><content type='html'>I felt that, along the way of growing up, not only did i have to prepare myself physically, but mentally too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were growing up, i am sure many of us made decisions upon ourselves at times. At certain times, we were not sure whether our choice was a right one.&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, after getting my 'O' Levels results, i had to ponder which path to head to. My future was a complete blur state to me. I was very sure i am not going for a 9 - 5 job which requires me to sit in front of a computer and "interact" with the computer all the while. I would prefer a job which requires more versatility.&lt;br /&gt;I submitted the form and got posted to Baking &amp;amp; Culinary Science, Temasek Polytechnic, my third choice. I still remember, when i saw the results, i had slightly woke up and just merely checked out that one message that was awaiting me to view. I saw the results and continued to sleep, without much thought.&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, i decided to appeal from the third choice to the fourth choice, which i believed would puzzle many of my friends. Most of them felt that, with my results (which was not superb nor too lousy), i could go into a BETTER polytechnic. However, it was a choice where i felt i could bear the responsibility to in the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years down, I am still in the course which i appealed to, Diploma in Sonic Arts, Republic Polytechnic, third year student, on the verge of graduation in around half a year. I have not regret my decision back then. Yes, i am still a nobody in my area of study, but i haven't been totally ignorant of my choice back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, we had many decisions to make. Growing older, we had to shoulder more responsibilities. Sometimes, we let responsibilities get the better of us and we give up. But, life is really a sum of all choices, for me. Not all choices are perfect. Some of them taught me lessons which made me grow mentally.&lt;br /&gt;In my 19 years of life, it was not totally sweet and nice. In fact, the recent couple of years were not really great for me. There was a year where i lost myself and now i am still in the midst of piecing myself back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not forget that, in any case,&lt;br /&gt;i am living my life,&lt;br /&gt;for no one else,&lt;br /&gt;but for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-5443975013453203519?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5443975013453203519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/09/choice-choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5443975013453203519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5443975013453203519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/09/choice-choices.html' title='Choice &amp; Choices'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-2553608763706112007</id><published>2011-09-11T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:39:09.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>so wad do ppl get for complaining so much abt army? complain for 2 yrs come out everyting back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wads next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-2553608763706112007?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2553608763706112007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/2553608763706112007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/2553608763706112007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_11.html' title='?'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-3525246664636574015</id><published>2011-09-01T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T18:25:46.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>感触良多</title><content type='html'>Made a trip back to Maris Stella today. It was still great to see those teachers who made a difference in my life back then. Seeing them really made me think back, regardless good or bad, it does not matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in secondary school wasn't superb, but these teachers made it possible. Some things had changed in the school. They had better facilities compared to my time. Every corner of the school where i walked, there were certain flashbacks. How time flies~ Some of the teachers, the first time i saw them was 5 or 6 years ago! Some of them left, which is kind of sad. I still wish them well wherever they go, whatever they are pursuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words just can't describe the feeling that is running inside me. Still, i would like to say a big Thank You to these teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Marianne Png: She offered great help in helping me with Maths, one of my favourite teachers in secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Lee Shiao Pey: I can't think of any phrase to describe her. She is as amusing as always. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Lee Kim Hong: My form teacher for Sec 3 &amp;amp; 4. Did a pretty good job teaching Chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Low: My Geography teacher who showed us Planet Earth during lessons. One of the most nice and humble person i met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Chiam: My very first chinese teacher in secondary school. He wrote his chinese words the old school way, top to bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Ng Chor Yam: Maths HOD who did a great job in teaching Maths. It was a pity he only taught us for awhile, but nevertheless, a great teacher in his field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Tan Hui Kuan: Mr Nice physics teacher. Forever honest looking. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Special mention: Mrs Patricia Kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on to this, i would like to thank my teachers in Primary School &amp;amp; Poly. Too much names to be mentioned. Sadly, i could not meet all the teachers i mentioned above, hope i will see them outside or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Teacher's Day to all great and noble teachers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed feelings ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-3525246664636574015?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3525246664636574015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3525246664636574015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3525246664636574015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='感触良多'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-9034680967342647062</id><published>2011-08-29T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T00:26:30.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self - Discipline</title><content type='html'>Self-discipline has been bad this couple of weeks. Adapting to a lifestyle of an employee is not easy. But it had been a great learning process though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i wonder if i tried to hard to be the best i can, or i am trying to be perfect. Since there is nothing such as perfect, i guess sometimes i am setting too high expectations of myself. Of course, i do not fulfil my expectations everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-9034680967342647062?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/9034680967342647062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/self-discipline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/9034680967342647062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/9034680967342647062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/self-discipline.html' title='Self - Discipline'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-3284213966829346282</id><published>2011-08-25T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T01:11:42.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart beat? heart stop?</title><content type='html'>work today was pretty shag, so when the train came n i saw a seat, i jus decided to take it.&lt;br /&gt;was halfway through my journey n duno y, suddenly the thought of death came to my mind. it sort of took me aback. i wondered wad is the feeling when yor soul leaves yor body. i wondered wad will i be in my next life. i wondered wad if the moment u closed yor eyes, it was goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for a moment, i think my heart skipped a beat. next moment, i took a deep breath, knowing im much more fortunate than some people out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-3284213966829346282?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3284213966829346282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/heart-beat-heart-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3284213966829346282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3284213966829346282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/heart-beat-heart-stop.html' title='heart beat? heart stop?'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-7253881011850189679</id><published>2011-08-24T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T01:00:07.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely lonely lonely lonely loneleh ...</title><content type='html'>i realised, after im single after november last yr, im still pretty much lonely. well, i guess i always was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,  it came to a point when u needed to call someone out for a meal or  chill out. n it turns out, it was the same couple of ppl dat i used to  call perhaps a year ago n b4. i mean, dats pretty sad isn it? so wad  happens when these few ppl are busy? well, im left alone again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps  ppl may find me boring or whatsoever. but ppl hu knows me well knew  that actually im quite lame n not afraid of making a fool of myself  personally. so, i guess not everyone is used to the way i behave n so  on. sometimes when ur lonely, u tend to take a step back, n reflect. i  tink of my actions, the way i treat ppl, the way i carry myself, the way  i do tings, the way i think, the tings i say n etc. of coz not everyone  will like everything abt u. but i guess humans jus behaves in a pretty  predictable way. when u find a trait in tis person where u totally cnnt  agree on, u jus list tis person as "hi-bye fren". we dun even go n  discover the traits of tis person which might be similar to us, the "X  Factor" which might make us khakis or "brothers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humans r realli  weird to some extent. we proscatinate, we backstab friends, we were  never satisfied, we love, *or perhaps use a word more powerful like VERY  MUCH LOVE?" to complain and so onnnnnnnnnnnnn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*notice there is no full stop after the sentence because i tink humans got nv-ending grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so  do humans understand themselves? to a certain extent i would say. i  lived for 19 years and i have not decided on my career path yet. as a  reminder, im already a quarter past the average lifespan of human  beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nMmT8478tCE?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-7253881011850189679?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7253881011850189679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/lonely-lonely-lonely-lonely-loneleh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/7253881011850189679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/7253881011850189679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/lonely-lonely-lonely-lonely-loneleh.html' title='lonely lonely lonely lonely loneleh ...'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nMmT8478tCE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-6651543213610945670</id><published>2011-08-20T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T22:10:26.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded?</title><content type='html'>Was at Wheelock Place just now and of course i passed by Boarders which had already shut down its shutters. What puzzled me was, why are people taking pictures of the already closed down place. Its just kind of a retarded action to me. Well, some Singaporeans are funny ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-6651543213610945670?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6651543213610945670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/retarded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6651543213610945670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6651543213610945670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/retarded.html' title='Retarded?'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-9136205465687962000</id><published>2011-08-17T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T02:06:19.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An encounter with Sebastian Professional</title><content type='html'>Today, i happened to meet people from Sebastian Professional at my workplace, Camwerkz. it was really very coincidence because one of their personnel came to chat with me and i just asked him if he knows the brand Sebastian after listening roughly to what he does for a living. it turned out that he knew this brand and when he told me he was the Sebastian representative for China, i was quite stunned actually. after telling him i actually uses their clay for hair-styling, he introduced me to the representatives for the other countries. it was definitely a quite "malu" moment for me because i just could not believe my eyes. out of nowhere, these people are representing the brand of the clay i had been using for the past 3 years! to appreciate their thanks, they gave me one of their clay products which i am very grateful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their clay because it gives a very natural look and a pretty good hold.&lt;br /&gt;Support Sebastian Professional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://www.sebastianprofessional.co.uk/en_GB/index.jsp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-9136205465687962000?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/9136205465687962000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/encounter-with-sebastian-professional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/9136205465687962000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/9136205465687962000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/encounter-with-sebastian-professional.html' title='An encounter with Sebastian Professional'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-5586637632344682685</id><published>2011-08-16T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T01:17:35.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>branded goods.</title><content type='html'>i don't go after branded goods. they are for people to see. i find them meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Singaporean footballer Shi Jia Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, it opened up my perspectives of branded goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-5586637632344682685?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5586637632344682685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/branded-goods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5586637632344682685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5586637632344682685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/branded-goods.html' title='branded goods.'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-5569938590566743533</id><published>2011-08-09T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T23:30:45.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Define nice?</title><content type='html'>The place quite nice!&lt;br /&gt;The food very nice!&lt;br /&gt;The movie very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, can anyone tell me what is the definition of nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good example. During chinese new year period this year, The Green Hornet started screening in cinemas and i saw alot of people commenting that it was nice, on facebook. And so happen that a couple of my cousins are watching it during chinese new year day one, i went ahead to catch the movie with them after visiting. Conclusion, the movie was not as good as i expected. I mean, yes, Jay Chou's role was pretty not bad. But overall, i don't remember a "WOW" point in the movie. From this experience, i can conclude that the definition of nice of other people was greatly different from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example. This is a highly personal choice of mine. I always prefer to dine in not so high profile restaurants because there always seem to be too much hype for the brand rather than the food itself. I would never understand eating steamboat in a shopping centre. The food you get for the steamboat is highly pathetic for the price you pay. Definitely a "no-no" for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Starbucks is definitely not nice to me. The only drink i like from there would be Caramel Frappacinno (don't know whether spelt like this) but it is not a "DIE DIE" must drink for me. If i have the craving for it, then i MIGHT(still not a must) get it. But i cannot live without traditional coffee. Yes, it is cheap coffee but it is coffee which is made with effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who wants to label me as an uncle, be my guest. The definition of nice definitely differs from person to person. However, i believe most of the times, humans say something is nice because others say it is nice too. Monkey see monkey do isn't it? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-5569938590566743533?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5569938590566743533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/define-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5569938590566743533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5569938590566743533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/define-nice.html' title='Define nice?'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-1353543964245422072</id><published>2011-08-06T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T01:44:09.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knock knock.</title><content type='html'>a few wks ago, i went to walk the railway tracks b4 dey officially tear down everyting dat is left. overall, i realli enjoyed the experience. i stil loved the feeling of getting in touch wif nature. i borrowed a camera frm my workplace, took some fotos, which onli some turned out nice coz i realised im not realli patient in taking pictures. after awile, i jus wanted to enjoy the feeling of walking the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i hav not taken the train frm tanjong pagar to JB b4. however, when i visted tanjong pagar b4 it closed down, i saw it for the first time n quite liked the feeling of the railway station. compared to buses, i stil prefer the feeling of the train even though i have nv taken it b4. the train is smth where i culd feel a closer connection wif. compared to buses, u jus treat it like a mode of transport to another place. if i have taken the train, i guess i wuld love the sounds of hooting n scratching of the train tracks more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i hav a liking for old skl stuffs more. i prefer normal bakeries to breadtalk n atas bread shops. i like hawker food more compared to restaurants. i liked how anyone can eat at a hawker n do not tink abt dining etiquettes at the restaurant. i remembered a couple of months back i was having brunch at crystal jade at airport wif my family on a weekend afternoon n the moment i stepped into the restaurant, i thought i was at a wet market, or somewhere worse than dat. definitely not a veri pleasant experience for me. i wuld prefer going to somewhere nearby my hse n hav a simple plate of beehoon which tastes freakingly cheap n nice. i wun go to crystal jade n pay a few dollars for a bowl of porridge unless im sick n had no choice of food other than porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i discovered tis wonderful coffee place at newton area last wkend. the place is so ulu dat i love the exclusivity of it. the main door is a backalley. dat was wad attracted me. it was small, perhaps abt the size of the flat im living in now, but i love the coziness of the place. well, i wun share it coz im so selfish n dunwan to let more ppl noe abt it. unless i feel ur worth my time n effort to bring to the place. wad an ass am i. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the wkends agn! hav a little fun, work it out a little. enjoy the wkends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-1353543964245422072?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1353543964245422072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/knock-knock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1353543964245422072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1353543964245422072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/knock-knock.html' title='knock knock.'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-5474109412609521616</id><published>2011-08-03T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T23:14:02.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old injury</title><content type='html'>if memories are hurtful, shld we call dem memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, memories are mostly memorable. so, memorable stuffs are mostly positive stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how abt we call it an old injury? an old injury doesn always flare up at certain instances, but sometimes it still does. jus like how old people's knees wuld ache whenever its going to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#random thought that came to mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-5474109412609521616?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5474109412609521616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/old-injury.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5474109412609521616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5474109412609521616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/old-injury.html' title='old injury'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-513335718987629551</id><published>2011-08-01T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T23:02:59.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intern vs Student</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: The following is just some of the thoughts and scenarios which will happen to anyone at internship. It is just some difference of being a student and being an intern. My internship company treats me very well and i have no complaints of continue to work for them, in fact i had just converted from an intern to a part-time staff. The company you get posted to might not be directly related to whatever you are studying. However, if you do not open up yor mind and treat it as a learning experience, you might as well not go for intern at all. Of course, the beginning was hard for me. A lot of stuffs i have never seen before in the company. However, over time, i started to blend in with the environment and definitely enjoyed myself pretty much! I met customers who are good and of course there are the troublesome ones. I even met some people who had taught in Republic Poly before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is just a make-up of what you may go through in internship. It is definitely just for entertainment purposes. For those going to internship, "Welcome to the society :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Student: Today rainy weather so shiok for slping, jus pon school lur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Intern: Today rainy weather so shiok for slping. *looks at clock, time for work. drags body up no matter how nice the weather is*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Student: Today lesson so boring, arbo we partial go watch movie more shiok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Intern: Today like not much tings to do, but den have to wait until 6.30pm den knock off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Student: Lesson so sian. *keeps msg-ing, msn, facebook, twitter* jitao chiong all the tings u can do on yor laptop to kill time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Intern: Abit no mood for work uh, but bo bian must tell myself not to slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Student: We lunch break shiok shiok den go back dun nid do ppt liao. jus hag care nia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Intern: Lunch is smth for u to replenish yor energy for the rest of the day until u knock off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Student: wahs siao liao, wake up late! nvm lur, today dun go school lor :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Intern: SIAO LIAO! LATE LIAO LATE LIAO! *immediately bathes n cab to office*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Student: Next week holiday lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Intern: All my frens holiday but i still having internship. cnnt go out n hav fun wif dem :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do not be afraid of internship, just do your best :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-513335718987629551?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/513335718987629551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/intern-vs-student.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/513335718987629551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/513335718987629551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/08/intern-vs-student.html' title='Intern vs Student'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-8246602889070307565</id><published>2011-06-24T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T01:01:06.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>made me laugh abit at 1am.</title><content type='html'>Quoted from someone else's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exams are a big thing here in Singapore. I remember i heard the legend of a boy whose A'level English paper topic was "Courage".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He submitted his paper that scribbled "THIS IS COURAGE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got an A for it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-8246602889070307565?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8246602889070307565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/06/made-me-laugh-abit-at-1am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/8246602889070307565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/8246602889070307565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/06/made-me-laugh-abit-at-1am.html' title='made me laugh abit at 1am.'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-759996773912222703</id><published>2011-06-20T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T00:26:01.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>survived the past 1 week without my laptop. it went for service. gud dat deres not much damage done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internship has been gud so far. when 2 of my colleagues went on leave, alot of tings i had to depend on myself. when dey were present, i had dem to tackle situations presented by customers. when dey r on leave, i bo bian mus find ways to tackle myself. it was gud training. at least it made me familiarise wif a couple more tings. not all, but stil more to come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i grow up, i feel dat i had lesser frens. not in the sense, where there were no new frens. i mean, ppl realli do come n go. but i jus feel, sometimes we jus shldn depend on others to come. sometimes we hav to go n make the connection too. looking bak, i realli lose contact wif quite a number of ppl. at times where i bumped into frens outside, some of dem were ppl i once had close contact wif. for dat moment, i wished we culd tok more n update each other on wads been happening but circumstances always dun allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes u wonder if u meant anyting in ppl's life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-759996773912222703?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/759996773912222703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/06/survived-past-1-week-without-my-laptop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/759996773912222703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/759996773912222703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/06/survived-past-1-week-without-my-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-556100379009596594</id><published>2011-06-05T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T17:05:58.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a day, u feel like jus putting on a long sleeve casual top, wif shorts n sandals, to soak into the weather on a wkend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-556100379009596594?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/556100379009596594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-is-day-u-feel-like-jus-putting-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/556100379009596594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/556100379009596594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-is-day-u-feel-like-jus-putting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-3150323243728780413</id><published>2011-06-01T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T00:05:30.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when ur forced to grow up, u realli shld. coz one day u hav to grow up too. trust me, growing up earlier is better than u tot. u might tot its bad, but its not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-3150323243728780413?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3150323243728780413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-ur-forced-to-grow-up-u-realli-shld.html#comment-form' 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after coming bak frm running errands for myself. was watching tis drama n dere was tis scene where one of the sisters asked her sister to prevent their dad frm attending her graduation ceremony. the reason was, she didn wan to be embarrassed infront of her bf's parents coz their family business is regarding the casket business for the dead. basically, dey handle funeral services for the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, doing funeral business is not smth widely recognised by the majority of the society i guess. however, in another way, tis business takes care of the final journey for the dead. imagine if no one does tis, yor own family might not even take care of the preparations for the final journey of their own family member. alot of ppl wuld be hindered by taboos n religion. so in the end, the body might jus be left at the hospital for it to rot. or in a worst case, jus tucked into some place where it culd be left to rot by itself. hu noes wad happens after dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine if yor future partner's family is doing tis, wuld u consider twice sticking wif him/her?&lt;br /&gt;for me, dere is nth hideous abt tis business. it is a proper n legal business which deserves respect for the commitment n taboos involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-1778913243526739330?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1778913243526739330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/05/tv-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1778913243526739330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ZZZ. learn a lesson after every illness. same goes for tis one. work hard ok. work too hard but nv rest enuf den is not gud alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep saving up ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-2317695157607369281?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2317695157607369281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/05/angry-for-little-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/2317695157607369281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/2317695157607369281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title='lame.'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-9057780079884536772</id><published>2011-04-25T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T02:13:04.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by rite shld be an off day on a monday. but got work offer, might as well take it. was tinking of using the off day to cook smth new as experiment. its alrite, can stil do it next wk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a workout after coming bak frm work jus now. suddenly wan to work out. went for a little jog. along the way up to my hse, did push ups n crunches. whoot whoot, keep going ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-6780234149669053053</id><published>2011-03-23T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T02:48:17.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一路走来</title><content type='html'>results r released on the 22nd. being the typical me, totally not anxious at all. coz exam taken, can change nth abt it. i ownself got work hard anot i will noe. tis shld be the most productive semester i have been through poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results r not straight As. i didn expect myself to aim for straight As too. but i scanned through my previous 2 tests n the final test, hey, i did improve! the improvement might seem insignificant to others, but i noe how i got those results. its smth no one other than me wuld understand. i did not work hard like a bull. but i did work smarter tis time round. i focused more on my daily grades. paid more attention in class n did my RJ seriously. not all of the RJs, but majority of it. when i put effort into dem, the results prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一路走来不容易，但是还是熬过了。继续进步，继续成长。Life is a sum of all choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-6780234149669053053?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6780234149669053053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6780234149669053053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6780234149669053053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_23.html' title='一路走来'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-387421372510658898</id><published>2011-03-20T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:31:24.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>安静</title><content type='html'>对未来充满希望，也带点害怕。&lt;br /&gt;对爱情还是渴望，但害怕再被伤害。&lt;br /&gt;今天，觉得自己好安静。&lt;br /&gt;只渴望一点平静与平衡。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-2818512044631262552</id><published>2011-03-17T03:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T03:59:28.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food for thought</title><content type='html'>my fren n his gf quite funnie. dey dun look like a couple. but the way dey communicate jus amazes me. at times, dere is no need to be like any other couple. being different works too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food for thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-2818512044631262552?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2818512044631262552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>do re mi fa so</title><content type='html'>yes, its veri late now. during holidays, the body clock jus gets screwed. or in another way, i screw it myself. i always got the mood to blog during the wee hrs of the morning. i duno y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was jus listening to Xiao Hong Ren songs. jus find it pretty amazing how his songs captivates me. the lyrics he uses r pretty simple. no fanciful idioms or chim vocab inside. but he made me "feel" the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broke it dwn n guess dat it has got to do wif the melody. yes, i totally culdn understand wad i learnt for Music Composition module. but it somehow affected the way i look at music after going through the module. the kind of key we use, the type of scale affects how the music turns out. the type of instruments n type of notes play a part too. for example, we carn possibly keep using crochets throughout the song. sometimes, we nid to blend in quavers n even semi-quavers to give some variations to the song. im definitely not at the stage dat i understand music damn well. but its smth i realise after going through the module. another perspective realised for me today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place i wuld drop by if i happen to be at the shopping centre is "That CD Shop". its like one of the amazing places in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;step foot into the shop, listen to the music dey play, add it on wif quality speakers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;*OOH* How beautiful is life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music dey play is always gud. the classical music is not those concertos one. concertos is too boring for leisure listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis is always the scenario when im in "That CD Shop". *listens to the music, taps feet according to the tempo. move along to the music by walking around in one area of the shop*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-1554948452912405564</id><published>2011-02-13T05:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T05:23:00.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams.</title><content type='html'>quite slpy now ler, but blog abit den slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did abit of music composition jus now. brain abit dead liao. so stopped doing it after some time. tmr gona study for sound synthesis. do notes n go to test n den everyting will be fine coz is open book :) i believe i can do better for music composition tis time round. jiayous to myself :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last wk i watched finish the first season of MasterChef America. it was one of the best reality show i watched. i duno whether reality show is the correct phrase. but anyways, its a cooking competition n one of the judges was Gordon Ramsay, quite a big shot eh. one ting i notice abt him is, whenever he tastes food, after putting it into his mouth, he tend to look up for awile. i guess he is trying to c if the food he tasted culd give him any feelings. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished a book last wk too. the title is called, "Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother" by Amy Chua. a pretty interesting read. the way the asian mother brought up her kids was pretty harsh. but in a way, it did bring out the potential of her kids. both her kids excelled in piano n violin. one of the tings i find it veri hard to grasp was, she made a point for her kids to practice the piano n violin even when dey r on vacation. imagine u go vacation still nid to practise. its like holiday day leh. haha. the younger daughter did love the piano lur, n she dun mind being a musician. the older daughter loved the violin too, jus dat she had her own mindset n she gave up violin for tennis. after some time, she did miss the violin, but at the same time she loved tennis. it shows dat the same upbringing cnnt be applied to both daughters. but i pretty appreciate the fact dat the mother was harsh on her daughters when dey r young to bring out the potential in dem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i read the book, i felt dat, sometimes its not we r dumber than other ppl. its jus dat, our lvl of tinking was not processed enuf to make us strive harder. i duno y after reading the book, i sense myself working abit harder than last time. n im slowly finding my goal in skl. for now, the ultimate goal wuld be a top notch Sound Designer in singapore. i wuld love to make a name in singapore n let other ppl noe dat despite the small industry we hav here, dreams r still possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, i can c u all more clearly now. Thanks for making me strive for u no matter how hard circumstances might seem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-1554948452912405564?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1554948452912405564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/02/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1554948452912405564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1554948452912405564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/02/dreams.html' title='Dreams.'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-6712261066689839892</id><published>2011-02-03T04:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T04:24:38.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no feel.</title><content type='html'>quite a number of ppl sent me chinese new yr wishes. i looked at dem, n put my fone dwn n continued wif wadeva i was doing. ask me y i did dat? coz i dun freaking feel anyting for chinese new yr. i'll wish dem bak later. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-6712261066689839892?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6712261066689839892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6712261066689839892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6712261066689839892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-feel.html' title='no feel.'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-5032277211104294738</id><published>2011-02-01T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:46:50.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dun slack.</title><content type='html'>chinese new yr is coming~ alrites, deres not much hype abt it seriously. nid to prevent the "slack mode" frm coming even though its new yr. UT3 is happening on my birthday! LOL! time to plan out a 2 week schedule to prepare for UT3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-5032277211104294738?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5032277211104294738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/02/dun-slack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5032277211104294738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5032277211104294738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/02/dun-slack.html' title='dun slack.'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-4070001997054330307</id><published>2011-01-31T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:41:57.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i took a cab to skl on friday due to me being veri late. n so, i met an interesting taxi driver. tis taxi driver, was similar to me in some ways. was chatting to him throughout. found out dat actually hes quite a nice guy but he got alot of views abt the government. haha. he said dat he hated the government n etc. he drove through SPCA n he told me he jus adopted 4 guinea pigs jus the wk b4. adding on to dat, he said the government is going to tear down the place after the lease expires. he say its very sad n said the government got no "ai xin". the tings dat doesn make money for dem dey jus take it away. n he say SPCA the land is a small area nia n the government dun even bother to keep it. true to a certain extent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another instance is when we drove past my hse nearby dere. den he was looking at a poster wif bak kua on the poster. i jus commented dat tis yr more expensive uh. den he said where got new yr den nid to eat bak kua. bak kua can eat anytime. same goes for abalone. does dat mean eating abalone will make u huat for the rest of the year? when i hear him say tis, its like, "wahs, tis guy totally same as me sia!" HAHA. dats wad i feel too. so wad if u eat bak kua n abalone on new yr? its like these stuffs r available throughout the year. but some ppl make so much hype abt eating it during new yr. like =.='' to me. he added on n said we shld treat everyday as new yr n live everyday happily. totally true to me ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went on n asked me whether i feel any hype frm new yr. i jus answered no. he said singapore losing the hype coz everyting is abt 'work n loan, work n loan'. he say singaporeans r becoming more like zombies coz we jus work like mad jus for the money n den pay loans. at the end of the day, we r jus like "dead". tis i agree wif him. even for me, an 18 yr old approaching 19, im starting to tink abt how am i going to survive in singapore in the future. the ting is, i haven even finish my poly studies! im worrying whether i got money to support myself in future. whether i got money for a car? a house? my own expenses? my wedding? like seriously. dey keep increasing the prices for house n COE. next time i tink i jus settle money for buying a room, n money for buying a wheel enuf liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrites, slping in less than 10 mins time ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-4070001997054330307?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4070001997054330307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-took-cab-to-skl-on-friday-due-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/4070001997054330307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/4070001997054330307'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-1487529264397750639</id><published>2011-01-24T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:52:35.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hav tis sucky feeling inside me which i tink culd make my brain explode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-1487529264397750639?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1487529264397750639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hav-tis-sucky-feeling-inside-me-which.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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had a gf like finally. but after feeling happie, i started feeling abit gloomy coz i tot of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knew i'll be stuck in a shitty situation agn, i sms-ed my fren to come online n chat wif me. great dat it helped quite alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix, tough times uh ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-448764472642393134?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/448764472642393134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/448764472642393134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-7816352288965502202</id><published>2011-01-11T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:03:21.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deep in thought. y did it cross my mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-7816352288965502202?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7816352288965502202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/01/deep-in-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/7816352288965502202'/><link rel='self' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-741059734410933327</id><published>2011-01-04T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T03:43:14.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh ~</title><content type='html'>i duno y tonite i feel so like abit nua n oso like veri hard to concentrate. tink i today too tired. slpt on the bus, reach home ler eat liao oso wan to fall aslp =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its another nite when my mind is at its weakest state n u infiltrate my mind.&lt;br /&gt;seriously i hate to tink bak. but if i can shut my brain n not tink bak, i wuld do it. i wished we culd talk out our feelings since its been one month plus since the break up. i hate tis feeling where we r nowhere here nor dere. i duno whether its affecting u coz its affecting me. the reason y im feeling all tis is not coz im sad or wad. coz its painful to lose smth i cherish alot. it hurts even more coz i had dreams which included u. both of us nids to be responsible for the break up in one way or the other. it doesn matter to me hu initiated the break up in the first place. it doesn matter to me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-741059734410933327?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/741059734410933327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2011/01/urgh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/741059734410933327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tings outside. at least dey enjoyed the performance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming to midway of 2010, i made a decision. it was around july. dat decision made me give up dancing as an interest frm around august onwards. 4 months into the decision n i stil hav not looked bak on my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 will onli be a gud year if i make effort to make it a gud one. wad i do today affects the result i get tmr. so wad i do on 31st december 2010 affects the result i get frm 1st january 2011 onwards n so on. so come on, make 2011 a gud one coz i wan it to be :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-1227495798934041430?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1227495798934041430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-6550430892821293860</id><published>2010-12-31T04:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T04:59:01.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this moment</title><content type='html'>listening to Nic Chagall's 'This Moment' now as i begin tis post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day of 2010. wows. wad a year. december last yr i started a chapter of my life wif u but sadly we culdn prolong the first step dat we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first r/s gave me alot of insights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i realised dat r/s is like a plant. u nid to constant show love n care for it to bloom. sometimes u giv it fertilisers to enhance the growth. but too much wuld kill the plant. the fertilisers r jus like surprises. too much surprises will kill the surprise once the surprises run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. it takes two hands to clap. at first, i culdn realli figure out how tis sentence works. after a few months, i finally get wads the meaning. the guy/girl can be the most romantic n nice guy/girl in the world. but if the other party duno how to appreciate wadeva is present, the r/s wun work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best example i wuld apply to wuld be quarrels. at point of times, one party wuld be the one at fault. the worst reaction for the other party to giv the one hu made a mistake was to get freaking pissed n harping on the fact dat the party made a mistake. in the first place, dere wuld be reasons to make one commit the mistake. if dere were reasons behind it, a couple shld help each other grow n change. harping on dat one mistake alone wuld not work. imagine a couple wuld be tgth for a few decades n u tell me ur gona keep harping on dat one mistake? come on, life wuld not be tis perfect. everyone makes mistakes during the path of life. the best solution is to help one another out. if its bad habits, give each other some time. some bad habits r stuck onto us for a few yrs or mayb frm young since. humans r veri funnie. sometimes we expect ppl to change overnite when ourselves we carn do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. stick tgth no matter how hard tings might seems. it sort of links to 'it takes two hands to clap'. in life, sometimes we went through shits n stuffs. during these times, some ppl wuld offer u a helping hand, some ppl wuld jus stand dere n gloat over yor misfortune. the most impt ting is, yor other half wuld be dere wif u no matter wad. i mean, dats the point of going through thick n thin tgth rites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tis 3 simple points dat i culd tink of for now, is dat simple but can be as difficult as how the human mind wans it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus tot of a sentence myself last wk. it wuld be kind of offensive to girls, but the truth hurts rites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"we were given a brain to think but not to over-think"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i wuld apply tis to girls coz dey can always magnify a veri simple sentence to a veri complicated situation. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess i shld end the post around here in case u start to infiltrate my mind n cause my thoughts to go havoc agn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-6550430892821293860?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6550430892821293860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-110758099944823292?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/110758099944823292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/12/come-on-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/110758099944823292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/110758099944823292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/12/come-on-man.html' 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LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, went to NEX last sat to find my ex colleague. gud to c her agn. haven seen her for around one yr ler ba. after dat i walked abit around NEX. den apparently deres tis taiwanese bubbletea store. being a singaporean, i jus went to queue although got abit of queue. coz i wan to c how different it tastes like frm KOI. in the end, more or less along the line lur. the onli difference dat the pearls r red in colour. it is frm a type of plant/fruit dat is called "luo shen kui" in chinese. "luo shen kui" itself is red in colour, hence the pearls being red colour. of coz tis type of plant/fruit itself got health benefits, dats y got selling point ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to end of 2010. wad u do today determines wad result u get tmr. a reminder to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-1116953351879199840?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1116953351879199840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/12/wows-jus-went-to-my-skl-email-n-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1116953351879199840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1116953351879199840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/12/wows-jus-went-to-my-skl-email-n-found.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-5685988166989326940</id><published>2010-12-25T04:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T05:13:28.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jus finished watching Masterchef on youtube a moment ago. pretty nice cooking competition by the americans. sometimes i thought to myself, when can singapore do smth close to dat? i mean, even their sound effects made u feel the 'standing on the edge of the cliff' feeling tgth wif the contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like singapore is doing great in the economy n stuffs. n i wonder where did all the money dat singapore generated went into. well, ok. i suppose alot of the money went to tourism. come on, u noe singapore wun survive without tourism. if not ppl come singapore do wad, buy spices meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister always tell me, ang mohs noe how to enjoy life one. compare to singaporeans, all dey do is work. i mean its ok to work. but other than working so hard, occasionally, we shld go n chill or smth wad. dun say go clubbing lur. clubbing so many ppl, squeezy n hot. seriously i duno y ppl like to go so much. go to some outdoor bar, listen to a live band n hav a drink chit chat, listen music, oso not too bad wad. if not go to the wad deal.com.sg lur. sometimes i c dey got some spa deals like so cheap. walao, if i got money i confirm buy den find one fren go do spa tgth. shiok wad. enjoy doesn mean nid go eat high class food or wad.&lt;br /&gt;for me, an ideal day wuld be to start off wif a simple bee hoon or roti prata frm my hse dwnstairs. den read abit of newspapers at home. after dat go out watch movie, shopping, discover new places. den at nite hav dinner mayb at some far east plaza graffiti cafe eat wanton mee. den walk dwn orchard eat some pushcart ice cream. den find some place sit dwn tok cock. chill chill onli. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at times u stil infiltrate my mind n cause havoc inside my brain. i realli wish i culd filter u out easily but it wasn dat easy. the day dat u dropped me the bomb, its stil hurting me now. the previous day u were putting smiley faces when i told u i culd spend the whole sat wif u. but the next morning u gave me the bomb without any warnings ahead. i asked myself wad in the world were u tinking at dat point of time. i jus felt dat the smiley faces the previous day was jus a pack of lies. but at last the decision i made was based on logic coz i culdn keep letting yor emotions disrupt everyting dats happening. frm the official break up to the mentioning of patching up. it took jus two days. yarhs, letting emotions control wad decision u make. i choose to follow logic coz emotions can sway us to wadeva state we can be in n its wad destroys us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-5685988166989326940?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5685988166989326940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/12/jus-finished-watching-masterchef-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5685988166989326940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5685988166989326940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/12/jus-finished-watching-masterchef-on.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-8347701688104865042</id><published>2010-12-23T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:44:23.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shen bing uh ~</title><content type='html'>woahs, 4th day liao stil feeling sick. cui leh the feeling. holidays start in tis manner, ok lur to me. slp earlyyyyyyyy ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nid to faster recover den can concentrate on doing my skl assignments. get it done n over den next wk dun nid so panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more wk to end of 2010. 2 more days to SHEN DAN JIE. HOHOHO ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-8347701688104865042?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8347701688104865042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/12/shen-bing-uh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/8347701688104865042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/8347701688104865042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/12/shen-bing-uh.html' title='shen bing uh ~'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-8294029615049940902</id><published>2010-12-17T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T02:46:52.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can one :)</title><content type='html'>i noe im somewhere dere for tis month. coz i did more productive tings for myself. its time to make tings happen. dey will :) if dey didn, i noe i did my best :) keep going until results come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put thoughts into actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-8294029615049940902?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8294029615049940902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/12/can-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/8294029615049940902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/8294029615049940902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/12/can-one.html' title='can one :)'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-2681587452313415903</id><published>2010-12-15T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:56:37.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 days to the end of 2010.</title><content type='html'>16 more days to the end of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arrived at the bus int to c the queue for my bus empty. i knew the bus had jus left. so being the first in queue, i knew its gona take some time for the next bus to come. rather than watching the buses pass by me one by one, i chose to use the time to go into reflecting mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the way on the bus, i was reflecting, until i was abt to reach my bus stop. i tink of tings, the past, present n future. some problems were old, some were smth dat came to my mind today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, speaking of end of the year. im sure alot of ppl wuld hav plans on wad r dey doing on the last day of 2010. to me, last day of 2010 is jus like any other day. i dun feel extremely excited when the clock strikes 12 n den 2011 arrives. its like yea, everyone will go smth like, "its a new yr, new beginning n etc." or, "its going to be a great year!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on ... a new beginning can be any other day. a great year can start frm even a great day. its wad u do make a great year n etc. i bet most ppl wuld say 2010 passed by damn fast. yeaps, to me its fast. but r we like gona blame the calendar(if dere is tis character dat exist) dat it passed by too fast? "HEY CALENDAR, U MAKE 2010 ENDED TOO FAST! CAN U SLOW DOWN 2011?" like wtf _l_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n den ppl wuld be planning some new year resolutions. den at the end of the year dey will realise dey nv even fulfil one of their resolutions. or the better ones may fulfil a couple of their resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on ppl. quit talking n do wad ur supposed to do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-2681587452313415903?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2681587452313415903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/12/16-days-to-end-of-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/2681587452313415903'/><link 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to 2pm on a sunday n went to bro's workplace n had japanese food wif family. great man, a long time since i had a meal wif my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, i noe im gona end 2010 great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-7956215471942363677?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7956215471942363677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-year-eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/7956215471942363677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/7956215471942363677'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-6929044414392702422</id><published>2010-11-26T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T02:01:11.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tongue twisters in the library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-6929044414392702422?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6929044414392702422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/11/tongue-twisters-in-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-7483260482345999682?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7483260482345999682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-sitting-at-library-n-carn-help-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/7483260482345999682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/7483260482345999682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-sitting-at-library-n-carn-help-but.html' 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seemed better. n den it happened. i realli felt dat i dropped frm the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i took the lift dwn frm yor hse, i felt broken realli. i leaned back on the wall of the lift n dun dare to look at my reflection. i noe i look like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poop* dats the end ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-6081103164781905293?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6081103164781905293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-i-sat-dwn-in-my-living-room-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6081103164781905293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6081103164781905293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-i-sat-dwn-in-my-living-room-now.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-4123491998768594024</id><published>2010-09-01T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:05:51.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aiyurrrrrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>i nid some peace in my life.&lt;br /&gt;its been quite some time i realli hang out wif my frens.&lt;br /&gt;been a little lost on some tings recently.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes im happie, but other times im feeling quite shitty inside.&lt;br /&gt;my management of time realli nids some learning.&lt;br /&gt;how can someone be happie when hes being disturbed of his slp early in the morning everyday.&lt;br /&gt;y shld i adjust my slp pattern to wake up more earlier.&lt;br /&gt;y shld i even do the sacrifice in the 1st place, wth ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me hav a day of slp without any disturbance ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-4123491998768594024?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4123491998768594024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/09/aiyurrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/4123491998768594024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/4123491998768594024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/09/aiyurrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='aiyurrrrrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-636101837157676004</id><published>2010-08-20T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T01:49:18.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>everyting abt the future. im so uncertain n troubled by it. it makes my head real heavy jus by tinking abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the 1st week of YOG holidays n i carn seem to kickstart myself to even study abit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-636101837157676004?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/636101837157676004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/636101837157676004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/636101837157676004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-750067822257194326</id><published>2010-07-29T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T01:27:56.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>history of arts for the past two wks has been pissing me off. i always arrive in class slpy n den i jus cnnt fully open my eyes until the end of lesson. the random-ness of the problem issued makes it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nid the 3 wks yog holidaes !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-750067822257194326?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-205165102963360079</id><published>2010-07-21T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T00:59:56.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y</title><content type='html'>how come ppl got the information wrong n im the one answering for it. y do i nid to explain myself times n over when im clear of my own answer. where is the concern dat i wan after a long n tired day? instead of jus QUESTIONS ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-205165102963360079?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/205165102963360079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/07/y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/205165102963360079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/205165102963360079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/07/y.html' title='Y'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-2331260591049032761</id><published>2010-07-15T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T01:28:04.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop n realise</title><content type='html'>i nid to organise my stuffs better so dat i dun lose some tings in life. its always hard to get everyting rite in the 1st place. but time is always waiting for me to organise myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-2331260591049032761?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2331260591049032761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/07/stop-n-realise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/2331260591049032761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/2331260591049032761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/07/stop-n-realise.html' title='stop n realise'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-5278667475317310263</id><published>2010-07-14T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T02:02:04.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts ~</title><content type='html'>i jus feel, im bad at organising my stuffs. sometimes i wonder, isit jus me or i jus carn be bothered. i always woke up late for skl no matter how hard i tried. i told myself i wish to do some work in the skl library after skl but i always end up staring at the resources i found instead. sometimes is not i purposely do it, it jus happened. like how sometimes it wuld suddenly rain despite the sunny weather. i do curse the rain at times, but i nid the rain when its sunny for too long. coz it can jus change my mood for dat instant moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-5278667475317310263?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5278667475317310263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5278667475317310263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5278667475317310263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughts.html' title='thoughts ~'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-6479884615508227117</id><published>2010-07-06T04:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T04:08:18.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random update</title><content type='html'>in the wee hrs of morning, im stil drawing like an idiot. LOL. all thanks to the module chair for telling us jus 5 days b4 we nid to submit. n now the whole of School of Technology for The Arts students of Republic Polytechnic are drawing like bulls. its crazy ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-6479884615508227117?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6479884615508227117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6479884615508227117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/6479884615508227117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-update.html' title='random update'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-1225948612068543581</id><published>2010-06-16T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:42:00.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cough sux~</title><content type='html'>tis cough is realli shit to the max man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-1225948612068543581?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1225948612068543581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/06/cough-sux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1225948612068543581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/1225948612068543581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/06/cough-sux.html' title='cough sux~'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-8929978635343820155</id><published>2010-05-14T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:42:29.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah sian. MOMENTUM coming den i tio throat ulcer, sibei sian man. den the doctor told me my fever came coz of the ulcer. now i cnnt eat all the spicy, fried food etc. worse is tmr n sundae i got bootcamp for hip hop ig. wah piang. i wan rest man. next wk got UT leh. go bootcamp how to study?! den following wk is MOMENTUM liao. veri siao man. hav to wait until MOMENTUM end den i got freetime. PERSVERE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-8929978635343820155?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8929978635343820155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/wah-sian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/8929978635343820155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/8929978635343820155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/wah-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-4656323156418795153</id><published>2010-05-05T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T02:32:54.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gona slp after typing tis post. todae had bboy lesson n i nid to get some moves real fast coz dey r needed for MOMENTUM. well, some of dem r abit hard but stil gona try it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is history of arts lesson n its the best lesson for resting myself. its kind of a waste time lesson coz its quite pointless i tink. todae had drawing n overall was pretty ok as todae include abit of shading oso. shading to me is quite fun ah. but den halfway throughout the lesson realli abit sian liao. so i went out of the exhibition hall to get some fresh air. it feels kinda gud man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mus rest well for the coming wks. pray dat i dun get sick at tis point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to slp! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-4656323156418795153?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4656323156418795153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/gona-slp-after-typing-tis-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/4656323156418795153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/4656323156418795153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/gona-slp-after-typing-tis-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-5538697648951628713</id><published>2010-05-04T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:50:43.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BZ</title><content type='html'>woo, i hav a bz wk up ahead. tues n wed i hav dance lesson. thurs i hav the dance preview, fridae i hav dance lesson. sat n sun is hip hop IG bootcamp. oh god. im so glad at least i hav time to slp. LOL. hope next wk will be better =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-5538697648951628713?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5538697648951628713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/bz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5538697648951628713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/5538697648951628713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/bz.html' title='BZ'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-3199368302922362201</id><published>2010-04-30T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T01:17:14.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, todae like finally got ting to blog, n the effort to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deres one ting i dun like abt my current schedule for skl now is dat everyting jus happens so fast. yes, alot of ppl is telling me now i veri shiok coz my class starts at 8 n ends at 12. so wad if it ends so early. i actually dun realli find it gud at all. coming early to class is one ting. den in the middle onli got 20 mins break. is like u go out buy smth to eat den nid to go bak n chiong for presentation alrdy. den its like we haven even research properly den nid to bomb all the tings we found for the presentation. it totally takes away the joy of learning man. everyting is happening in such a short time. like haven even process the information den nid to digest, realli damn rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i jus finished ranting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-3199368302922362201?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3199368302922362201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/ok-todae-like-finally-got-ting-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3199368302922362201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/3199368302922362201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/ok-todae-like-finally-got-ting-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-7446550690507418164</id><published>2010-04-26T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T01:33:44.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random ...</title><content type='html'>hmms, another wk has passed n my class stil like strangers wif each other. mayb coz got so many guys den everyone paiseh n jus kept quiet most of the time. next wk is gona be kinda cool coz im a spy. wahahahaha. shall kept mum abt it 1st =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2 great movies like IP MAN 2 &amp;amp; IRON MAN 2 r coming out next wk. i guess everyone is looking forward to dem like me yea. hope dey dun disappoint us =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally deres some direction we r going for MOMENTUM. the preview we seemed like the most unprepared. malay dance jitao finish their choreo. other dance IGs all like not bad. modern dance was cool coz dey were dancing bollywood style. sounds cool yea? MOMENTUM tis yr looks like gona be a bang. hope the audience wuld enjoy it coz we performers put in alot of hard work yea =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-7446550690507418164?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7446550690507418164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/7446550690507418164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/7446550690507418164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html' title='random ...'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-963405833705205762</id><published>2010-04-16T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T00:36:07.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a random post</title><content type='html'>well, kind of sour now. nvm, no one nids to noe the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n so, last wk on sat i went to watch my veri 1st fuyo interskl bboy competition. it was pretty entertaining to watch it i tink. even though the standard is not as high as those international competition, it surely deserved a mention yea. sad to sae although my skl didn get the champion or top 4, a top 8 is commendable in my opinion. to be part of the top 8 out of 27 teams is quite an accomplishment yea. also mus congratulate my senior ashraf for winning the seven2smoke battle. i did feel quite proud for him coz he was representing our skl. of coz not forgetting my bboy instructor larry for organising tis event for the past few yrs. his objective is to raise the bboy-ing scene in singapore i tink n without him, all the participants wuld not get the chance to represent their skl n win honours for demselves n the skl. so, my instructor larry gets my respect coz he realli teach us alot of stuffs. frm bboy stuffs to non bboy stuffs, i tink he is realli a role model for me. *salutes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms, im quite worried abt MOMENTUM actually. next wk is the 60% preview n we like haven do anyting. haix, i duno how can i help in the process in preparation for MOMENTUM. i realli hope dat it turns out to be a successful show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n so, skl has reopened n the 1st 2 daes was stil not 2 bad. i look forward to an enriching semester ahead =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-963405833705205762?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/963405833705205762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/963405833705205762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/963405833705205762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-post.html' title='a random post'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-9222252586694865495</id><published>2010-03-23T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T02:16:58.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIRPORT</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;im currently at airport de mac now. later sending my fren off, hu is going to cambodia for volunteer work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;one to ting sae 1st. fujitsu sux coz the battery life runs out damn fast. to make it worse, the mac at chagi airport terminal 2 dun hav plugs. so later when the battery runs out, i will hav to find smth to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting alone here at changi airport, actually it isn 2 bad after all. the surroundings r pretty quiet. some ppl r mugging here oso. anyways, i plan to take the 1st train bak home later to save money on the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;haven been working for the past 3 wks ler ba. decided not to work ler. skl oso reopening in like 3 wks time. decided to not chiong work until like dat tis time round. will start to work when the next holidaes come. n of coz deres a price to pay for not working. dat means no extra money to spend. other than my allowance, when i go out, i try not to take money frm my parents. now i finally realise how come i can use up my money so fast. coz i hav bee using alot of my own money. if i hadn do so, i tink im able to save a couple thousand of dollars now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tis holidae, if i work, i will buy some tings de. a pair of sneakers, some clothings. minus my dancing sneakers i bought last yr, it had been a yr since i last bought a pair of sneakers. adding on to dat, its been 2 yrs since i changed my specs, 1 yr since i changed my fone. specs n fone is like one yr change one time de. apparently it is not the case now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;was looking at HTC fones recently n found out dat dey got one fone is 4.3 inch the screen. its so damn big can. actually if i hav the ability i will but an iTouch and a HTC fone. i wuld not go for an iPhone coz its seriously freaking common. when everyone is owning the same ting, it becomes a toy, n i am 2 old for a toy. saw tis sentence in the newspaper when the iPhone jus came out. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all, tis yr mayb jus buy lesser tings ba. at the same time, will continue to work towards my goal b4 18 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it is to go overseas alone wif my own abilities b4 i end my 18 yrs old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S : the lady at McCafe looks quite chio. HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-9222252586694865495?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/9222252586694865495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/airport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/9222252586694865495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897261355695110940/posts/default/9222252586694865495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/airport.html' title='AIRPORT'/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-1937856241243649413</id><published>2010-03-22T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:59:34.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd went to catch alice in wonderland. i wuld sae its a better movie compared to the ones i caught recently. the way dey shot the movie was veri nice. deres tis cat in the movie hu keeps smiling and vanishing. the cat veri cute lar. haha. den deres tis mad hatter role played by johnny depp. i duno how he can managed to act dat type of role coz its a quirky character. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>kianfai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524374506583973502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-5938371002373986467</id><published>2010-03-11T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:19:32.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts at the moment ...</title><content type='html'>actually shld be going to parkway wif mum todae but den she lazy go. haha. of coz lar, always take care of my niece until so tired. last time she can slp around 12 to 1 in the morning. nowadaes she slp at 11pm, like so early compared to last time. sometimes i can take care of my niece but den she always wana run around, make me tired oso. haix, sometims i wana help my mum but den i hav to be selfish to enjoy doing my own tings. &lt;em&gt;its contradicting ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms, later going to orchard to find a fren. after dat shld be going to c a few tings at orchard. like quite some time nv go out alone ler. tink shld hav some time for myself oso. although im alone, but den sometimes the feeling is better than being wif lotsa ppl. at least i dun hav to care abt other ppl n jus walk at my own pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk awile den at nite come bak recap hip hop audition the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;gud luck to everyone for the audition =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897261355695110940-5938371002373986467?l=kfaivoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kfaivoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5938371002373986467/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897261355695110940.post-8452660559603708268</id><published>2010-03-09T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:36:56.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little update .</title><content type='html'>hmms, todae is the audition for momentum. carn help but worrie abit. but den, gud luck to everyone for the audition =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told a sentence 2 daes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"hope we all can perform together"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;n yes, i felt smth after reading the sentence. to put it simply, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was touched 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