<?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-38396663</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:09:31.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~Wisher Of The Better~~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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>356</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-5197289174625134216</id><published>2010-05-10T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:28:55.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys, I've moved.. &lt;a href="http://www.theapplaused.blogspot.com/"&gt;Www.TheApplaused.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-5197289174625134216?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5197289174625134216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=5197289174625134216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5197289174625134216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5197289174625134216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-guys-ive-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-1137574387332589383</id><published>2010-05-09T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:01:55.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inferiority&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-baqSKRBII/AAAAAAAABHs/dwUFeeO7NPc/s1600/DSCN0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469299217452303490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-baqSKRBII/AAAAAAAABHs/dwUFeeO7NPc/s400/DSCN0100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You could say its a vainpost..a post i don't really want to be commented on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a feeling, its a fear, its a shock and a question why..&lt;br /&gt;its like no matter how hard i try, i slam straight to the wall, and no, its not like minitoons which allows me to leave my shape with a hole behind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most people would, my windows to the world started to close, secluding the world away, with a curtain call with no applause..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have issues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm lacking of much needed male genes too..&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much useless, perhaps they were right all along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe if i reverted back, i would be much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Changing my blog link soon, as soon as i think of a name...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-1137574387332589383?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1137574387332589383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=1137574387332589383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1137574387332589383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1137574387332589383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/05/inferiority-you-could-say-its-vainpost.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-baqSKRBII/AAAAAAAABHs/dwUFeeO7NPc/s72-c/DSCN0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-3952146973618528338</id><published>2010-05-09T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:26:42.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Legal Initiation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-bRoe7dHRI/AAAAAAAABHk/KNEptHAHd4o/s1600/DSCN2743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469289290915454226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-bRoe7dHRI/AAAAAAAABHk/KNEptHAHd4o/s400/DSCN2743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-bRn1uE4RI/AAAAAAAABHc/W2hYikllvFo/s1600/DSCN2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469289279853486354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-bRn1uE4RI/AAAAAAAABHc/W2hYikllvFo/s400/DSCN2742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-bRnFYl5EI/AAAAAAAABHU/SA9Qr_gCu5c/s1600/DSCN2752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469289266878473282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-bRnFYl5EI/AAAAAAAABHU/SA9Qr_gCu5c/s400/DSCN2752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-bRmp41eNI/AAAAAAAABHM/IeTgG0B77IE/s1600/DSCN2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469289259497519314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-bRmp41eNI/AAAAAAAABHM/IeTgG0B77IE/s400/DSCN2734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-bRlzJY3ZI/AAAAAAAABHE/G-d9UfIp7EA/s1600/DSCN2722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469289244802997650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-bRlzJY3ZI/AAAAAAAABHE/G-d9UfIp7EA/s400/DSCN2722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy birthday to you 3 legal humans, Richard,Trevor,Anthony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, we created like a massive haze from the bbq pit, ate about 100chicken mid joints, 100satays, 30hotdogs, 5stingrays, 10salmon sticks, beehoon, cake.. And spent the time slapping mosquitios, getting high from the lack of sleep and talking rubbish..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The carefree feeling was really awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-3952146973618528338?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3952146973618528338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=3952146973618528338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3952146973618528338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3952146973618528338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/05/legal-initiation-happy-birthday-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-bRoe7dHRI/AAAAAAAABHk/KNEptHAHd4o/s72-c/DSCN2743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-5896565842586287662</id><published>2010-05-05T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:47:44.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-F1ezg02aI/AAAAAAAABG8/uV-3RaHNi9M/s1600/DSCN0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467780594688907682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-F1ezg02aI/AAAAAAAABG8/uV-3RaHNi9M/s400/DSCN0038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Trevor Teo!  you noobbag!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i am really super duper epic bad at saying words on celebration dates..&lt;br /&gt;okok HAPPY 18 BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;Ok one more year before we know each other for a decade..&lt;br /&gt;Ermmmm, TA DAHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-5896565842586287662?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5896565842586287662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=5896565842586287662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5896565842586287662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5896565842586287662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-trevor-teo-you-noobbag.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-F1ezg02aI/AAAAAAAABG8/uV-3RaHNi9M/s72-c/DSCN0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-592935619133248367</id><published>2010-05-04T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:38:29.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back To The X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-BE0Z9fsbI/AAAAAAAABG0/SHVx4WjcFJY/s1600/DSCN1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467445614740484530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-BE0Z9fsbI/AAAAAAAABG0/SHVx4WjcFJY/s400/DSCN1127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes, it just feels like i'm going back to the same point, i was so sure that i've moved a large distance away, but still the road led back to the same mark.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its not all the same, maybe theres just so much things so similar that i throw myself back to where I came from...&lt;br /&gt;You're just like medusa, everytime i look back, i get so drawn away and find myself frozen once again, you're like magic or you're like perfect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world just seem to want you to be tattooed forever on me, the reminders of remainders just flocks towards me per day, so rentlessly, like a revenge taken back, I believe they called it a taste of my own medication..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always easier when i do pretend play, pretend that i'm normal and play along like i always do.. At least, you'll be around when I do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I could list a thousand things about you that i love but there'll be a million things that i'll forget to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I saw someone, who smiled like you, talked like you, moved like you, sized like you, but its not you, you're angeling over the other end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-592935619133248367?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/592935619133248367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=592935619133248367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/592935619133248367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/592935619133248367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-x-sometimes-it-just-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S-BE0Z9fsbI/AAAAAAAABG0/SHVx4WjcFJY/s72-c/DSCN1127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-9088428682876480897</id><published>2010-05-03T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:59:19.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S97xTnxV2QI/AAAAAAAABGk/jhnVpXiBqTk/s1600/DSCN0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467072317070104834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S97xTnxV2QI/AAAAAAAABGk/jhnVpXiBqTk/s400/DSCN0381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea i'm sick... i'm having chained sickness ever since i'm back from Europe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea whats wrong idea, the only thing i can think of is that the food i ate rebelled against me for some reason =(, and i'm becoming like that goat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating to stick a finger into my throat in an attempt to merlion things away, but i'm too afraid to do it =(......... Pamela doesn't know that we have that automatic puking button up in our throat... I wonder what she think bulimic is all this while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think theres probably an Auto bowel emptier button somewhere in our body, i mean if it comes out from our mouth, our ass probably has some kinda wiring similary right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-9088428682876480897?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9088428682876480897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=9088428682876480897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/9088428682876480897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/9088428682876480897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/05/yea-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S97xTnxV2QI/AAAAAAAABGk/jhnVpXiBqTk/s72-c/DSCN0381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-222052159034509597</id><published>2010-04-29T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:07:52.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not exactly in the "good mood" these days, and now to add on just because of a moment of greed, i downed one stick of wonton at the pasar malam... and what do i get? A full body of rashes, disgusting rashes, mutated me to be a monster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes some asses can be so impervious and just do things without considering other's feelings, yea gloating would give you real joy, go be a goat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Ignoring game? If I had a nickle for everytime it happens....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm just no good.. I know, i'm not a great person, I failed miserably in trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;People just doesn't like to give me the chance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-222052159034509597?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/222052159034509597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=222052159034509597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/222052159034509597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/222052159034509597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-not-exactly-in-good-mood-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-6753797906005736265</id><published>2010-04-27T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T01:19:07.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;Blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S9XAxwQ7JfI/AAAAAAAABGc/nqD5q6qhD8E/s1600/DSCN1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464485683885975026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S9XAxwQ7JfI/AAAAAAAABGc/nqD5q6qhD8E/s400/DSCN1292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm already tired of laughing like you're not on my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, I just wished you wouldn't get me all blurred up&lt;br /&gt;Having delusions, illusions, confusions has been part of knowing you&lt;br /&gt;leading me on and tossing me aside.. giving me dreams and crashing my hope&lt;br /&gt;You're like a wind, come and go.. I'm also like a wind, persistently pushing&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all you had to do was to break my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I got so psyched up about going&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I got so certain I was leaving&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I got so confident of deceiving&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I got so hardened to disappear&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I got so focused on ignoring&lt;br /&gt;Just a single appearence, word, sentence, question, greeting would crush me, melt me, make me drop back to the start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me everything and all my focus to stay away, but you always had to distract me...&lt;br /&gt;Then i get so messed up, so blurred up, so disrupted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm probably just so screwed up, I just have no perserverence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I text, I call, I write, I say, I type but you behave like I didn't... Was it because you didn't get it or was it because you chose not to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried, I really Tried, the stupid things might be the things you call it, the small little insignificant things i do you might name it, the lousy wooing technique you might mention it.. I did it all, Everything that i thought you might like, i did it, i tried to make it happen.. You didn't have to love it all, you didn't have to return any of it.. All i wanted was alittle of your attention, abit of your appreciation, atad of your memory..But i couldn't see any signs of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Give me a sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- If you want me to stop, tell me that i could ( I could just be your friend )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- If you want me to carry on, tell me that i should ( I should be able to win you over )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- If you want me to wait, tell me that i might ( I might just wait till you say stop )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Honestly, i'm no longer clear on who am i directing this to.. I'm just empty inside perhaps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm turning into a jerk like i was, thats how my distraught has damanged me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just wanna know, i'm already splitting inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-6753797906005736265?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6753797906005736265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=6753797906005736265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6753797906005736265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6753797906005736265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-i-just-wished-you-wouldnt-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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/_Y0XinBpESrg/S9XAxwQ7JfI/AAAAAAAABGc/nqD5q6qhD8E/s72-c/DSCN1292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-8805467720884110529</id><published>2010-04-26T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T01:18:01.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S9R3SBekqPI/AAAAAAAABGU/zqeJXhRQx2M/s1600/DSCN1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464123399425272050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S9R3SBekqPI/AAAAAAAABGU/zqeJXhRQx2M/s400/DSCN1337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well you just got it, within a week to somehow make me crumble..&lt;br /&gt;a affirmed resolution fell to your unnamed paragraph of words and a single request..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not confident of how we'll do... but i'm so tempted to try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always having the ability to leave me stranded, no idea where to go or how to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm always stuck.. Because i'm not easy to please? or was it because i wanted too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i said i would forget, i said i would leave, i said so, but i'm falling back because it took too much out of me..Save me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-8805467720884110529?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8805467720884110529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=8805467720884110529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/8805467720884110529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/8805467720884110529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-you-just-got-it-within-week-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S9R3SBekqPI/AAAAAAAABGU/zqeJXhRQx2M/s72-c/DSCN1337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-2745469920538874520</id><published>2010-04-22T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:01:14.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S9AsAKHWhYI/AAAAAAAABGM/3KIxtWsDoB8/s1600/DSCN2348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462914729227224450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S9AsAKHWhYI/AAAAAAAABGM/3KIxtWsDoB8/s400/DSCN2348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you were refering to me.. you're wrong, i'm just tired of always chasing and never finding.. but you're prolly not since, you've been shunning me, disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nahs i'm not gonna blog about europe, its too much and i'll never remember the exact things, the photos are proof and you could find them on facebook...My camera only took the scenic shots though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-2745469920538874520?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2745469920538874520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=2745469920538874520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2745469920538874520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2745469920538874520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-were-refering-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S9AsAKHWhYI/AAAAAAAABGM/3KIxtWsDoB8/s72-c/DSCN2348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-9073377779108844404</id><published>2010-04-22T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T18:46:01.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Simple Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeatedly till its countless&lt;br /&gt;i heard it all, and fought it off&lt;br /&gt;unable and never to escape this curse&lt;br /&gt;a cure for it never been solve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay awake in the pool of memories&lt;br /&gt;pounding against the inner of my chest&lt;br /&gt;where pain begun and started to feast&lt;br /&gt;a symptom you'll never guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clutched to my head&lt;br /&gt;the pair of solemn hands&lt;br /&gt;the tears mixed in sweat lined in a bead&lt;br /&gt;struggling to forget in the time of sands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years went by being named stupid&lt;br /&gt;not to deny, a synonym of a truth&lt;br /&gt;who to blame but the stained self cupid&lt;br /&gt;ran so far and disappeared without proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiarity of you were the ruins left&lt;br /&gt;as every pieces seemed to link without flaw&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i missed with the remains too heft&lt;br /&gt;but i slowly lost what i used to saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calmed the fevorish fever&lt;br /&gt;with years it painstakingly took&lt;br /&gt;looked across what i defined never&lt;br /&gt;found a glimmer of heaven with that look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the spins of the hands&lt;br /&gt;I slowly forget what i held so tight&lt;br /&gt;with a miracle the hole begun to mend&lt;br /&gt;mocking the decending stairs in height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could one so perfect be allowed to live&lt;br /&gt;never had i seen someone so ideal&lt;br /&gt;everything i had, i could give&lt;br /&gt;yet all i had was all you would kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facade I paraded to hide the shattered&lt;br /&gt;planned a scheme to make it work out&lt;br /&gt;inside i  knew was a lie for me it catered&lt;br /&gt;i never understood in the end whats it about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became abandoned and uncharted&lt;br /&gt;the places that had your names written all over&lt;br /&gt;my eyes scan and everywhere it darted&lt;br /&gt;with you i was drunk and now i'm sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the carnival exhausted&lt;br /&gt;we played too much on the carousle&lt;br /&gt;dizzied with question i fostered&lt;br /&gt;and with a heart slightly wish to fold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normalty you have became&lt;br /&gt;like with glue, its too attached&lt;br /&gt;not too different and pretty much the same&lt;br /&gt;you threw nothing but the balls i catched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was too strong of a word to use&lt;br /&gt;like was an understatment to express&lt;br /&gt;for you i fell head over heels&lt;br /&gt;but in the finale it fell less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning call you would call it&lt;br /&gt;a wake up you didn't expect&lt;br /&gt;it tangles up the inside with a hit&lt;br /&gt;turning the brain to a wreck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with denial, it rejects the thought&lt;br /&gt;yet with tiredness, it welcomed the new&lt;br /&gt;unsure to the fact of what you firstly sought&lt;br /&gt;wondering with a needle with a stich it sew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to close a chapter i demanded&lt;br /&gt;end it all to begin a new fairytale&lt;br /&gt;but with a history, how was i to handled&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't any hearts up for sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Densed as i lost my sense&lt;br /&gt;led to believe without a clue&lt;br /&gt;an attack i hardly survived without defense&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't anyone else but i asked who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illusions of you on my back&lt;br /&gt;now i wanted to let go to take a rest&lt;br /&gt;but always a way you abled to track&lt;br /&gt;in me a scar, a tattoo with you crested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much more i could go on&lt;br /&gt;how was i ever to end then&lt;br /&gt;so i leave it for me to wonder upon&lt;br /&gt;how to fix this enormous dent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along another come just in time&lt;br /&gt;too perfect for the world of reality&lt;br /&gt;the blurred vision started to chime&lt;br /&gt;i wavered at the loyalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tip of the rope i was at&lt;br /&gt;required more strength then i could muster&lt;br /&gt;dragged along in the tracks i let&lt;br /&gt;additional pieces added on to the cluster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpless without hopes i stay&lt;br /&gt;pondering whenever i had my mind&lt;br /&gt;was i to stay or to fray&lt;br /&gt;i wished again to give me a sign behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burried in the misery i curled up&lt;br /&gt;confused with so many ways to go&lt;br /&gt;resembled an overflown cup&lt;br /&gt;without a handle to be hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes awake i stare&lt;br /&gt;with no conclusions i came out with&lt;br /&gt;perhaps no longer should i care&lt;br /&gt;alone by myself i could live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe by myself i could&lt;br /&gt;Maybe by myself i should&lt;br /&gt;Maybe by myself i would&lt;br /&gt;Maybe by myself i suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes every focus of mine to pry you away&lt;br /&gt;drained every inch of my soul&lt;br /&gt;till you take a step i shall stay&lt;br /&gt;yet take too long, i might go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-9073377779108844404?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9073377779108844404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=9073377779108844404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/9073377779108844404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/9073377779108844404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/simple-like-repeatedly-till-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-7352486234896312213</id><published>2010-04-18T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T03:38:47.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea i'm back in one piece..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-7352486234896312213?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7352486234896312213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=7352486234896312213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7352486234896312213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7352486234896312213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/yea-im-back-in-one-piece.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-418439778736315634</id><published>2010-03-22T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T03:11:08.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;Met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First a step, but second to freeze&lt;br /&gt;cross my heart which you start to seize&lt;br /&gt;Unclear of the my obvious fact&lt;br /&gt;or just playing dumb to take steps back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met with a fall with memories fell&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't predict a predicament&lt;br /&gt;with a suffocating feeling i lived to tell&lt;br /&gt;for it has came and went with the commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days of intimacy which lasted through&lt;br /&gt;unknowing of the coldness that laid beyond&lt;br /&gt;yet smitten by you a love concoction brew&lt;br /&gt;laid down and dreamt about you who i grew fond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a sake i believed unsure&lt;br /&gt;a confusion i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;seeked&lt;/span&gt; to pure&lt;br /&gt;For it to disappear or to start anew&lt;br /&gt;a continuous &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heartwrenching&lt;/span&gt; feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till today it remained a question&lt;br /&gt;with all but a common fashion&lt;br /&gt;made tales fabricated to cushion&lt;br /&gt;but truth and false came to a fusion&lt;br /&gt;till today it remained a confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your sole existence proved substantial&lt;br /&gt;like butterflies i begun to flutter&lt;br /&gt;with all my beliefs of our potential&lt;br /&gt;which ended melting like butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misery was an indifferent emotion&lt;br /&gt;as slowly i lost your quotients&lt;br /&gt;little of how i had you in reality&lt;br /&gt;even less of you in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;virtuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said love was a blind&lt;br /&gt;never once i believed that myth&lt;br /&gt;all the factors aside i heave&lt;br /&gt;yet it closes without your find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told you due to uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;terrified of how we might finish&lt;br /&gt;afraid to tell was it real&lt;br /&gt;But what if i left and didn't say&lt;br /&gt;What if i left and you would never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I still can't comprehend, I can't forget her and I can't forgo you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't go after either, for it'll only end up in messes, but i've become a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you to decode this while i leave for Europe for about a month.. I've still haunted by a bad hunch that i developed months ago, i don't know how it'll end up, but thank you everyone for the wishes.. I'll be back in a month, and you'll have to bear with me again =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~See You Soon~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-418439778736315634?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/418439778736315634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=418439778736315634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/418439778736315634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/418439778736315634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/03/met-first-step-but-second-to-freeze.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-2398947234646533993</id><published>2010-03-21T04:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T04:13:03.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Friday Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6UqiWoVr5I/AAAAAAAABGE/fTuqGvvtevg/s1600-h/DSCN0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450809693680545682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6UqiWoVr5I/AAAAAAAABGE/fTuqGvvtevg/s400/DSCN0043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6Uqh1-mZvI/AAAAAAAABF8/dx1aOLn-5Zc/s1600-h/DSCN0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450809684915545842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6Uqh1-mZvI/AAAAAAAABF8/dx1aOLn-5Zc/s400/DSCN0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6UqhUsSWVI/AAAAAAAABF0/TOu786Wdd4Q/s1600-h/DSCN0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450809675980364114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6UqhUsSWVI/AAAAAAAABF0/TOu786Wdd4Q/s400/DSCN0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6Uqg4DhasI/AAAAAAAABFs/DbUQOx5snqM/s1600-h/DSCN0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450809668293192386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6Uqg4DhasI/AAAAAAAABFs/DbUQOx5snqM/s400/DSCN0031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If only you'll leave the door slightly ajar for me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6UqgaN_bdI/AAAAAAAABFk/opKSsq1jeYA/s1600-h/DSCN0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450809660284038610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6UqgaN_bdI/AAAAAAAABFk/opKSsq1jeYA/s400/DSCN0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; The perhaps I wouldn't be melting and bitten off that much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught 2 movies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1: Book of Eli - wasn't that great as expected, but i suppose if it wasn't all about a bible, it might be better off.. 1.5/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2: Alice In Wonderland - Couldn't catch it in 3d which would make it much much better, so would sitting in some row that isn't the 2nd row.. Pretty interesting for someone who have no knowledge of the details in the story 2.5/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Train-ed to Joel's House, had a pretty great time, learned a new game that would definitely prove to be useful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I didn't know why, but somehow, you were in my mind pretty much the whole day today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-2398947234646533993?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2398947234646533993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=2398947234646533993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2398947234646533993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2398947234646533993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-night-if-only-youll-leave-door.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6UqiWoVr5I/AAAAAAAABGE/fTuqGvvtevg/s72-c/DSCN0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-211031261595045991</id><published>2010-03-21T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T02:39:34.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Reassembling The Pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6UG0WvIoOI/AAAAAAAABFc/2vz3LKHNO30/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450770420528095458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6UG0WvIoOI/AAAAAAAABFc/2vz3LKHNO30/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; You never noticed but I was always there, looking from a distance, ready to shield you if you ever needed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You never understood but I was always there, waiting by the phone, ready to entertain you if you ever needed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You never saw but I was always there, making everything right, ready to make you smile if you ever needed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You never felt but I was always there, being at your side, ready to love you if you ever needed..&lt;br /&gt;But did you ever know how suffocating it is, to always be there while you keep fading away, to watch me fail again and again even when i didn't make any mistakes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm feeling this way, when i'm still stuck halfway in the past... I'm certain, I just need your extra pull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There doesn't mean that there isn't tears behind my smiles..its because my tears I was able to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know it won't work out..I know we can't..I know we're far too different..I know you have someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-211031261595045991?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/211031261595045991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=211031261595045991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/211031261595045991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/211031261595045991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/03/reassembling-pieces-you-never-noticed.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6UG0WvIoOI/AAAAAAAABFc/2vz3LKHNO30/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-7583354296539206830</id><published>2010-03-19T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T02:09:55.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6JsDpL_brI/AAAAAAAABFU/SkjxprD6_SI/s1600-h/24888_367850044052_693924052_3657969_2403918_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450037308923276978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6JsDpL_brI/AAAAAAAABFU/SkjxprD6_SI/s400/24888_367850044052_693924052_3657969_2403918_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6JsDCzVYJI/AAAAAAAABFM/7Yv11QCegIY/s1600-h/24888_367850089052_693924052_3657970_7781084_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450037298619310226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6JsDCzVYJI/AAAAAAAABFM/7Yv11QCegIY/s400/24888_367850089052_693924052_3657970_7781084_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6JsC_Oku-I/AAAAAAAABFE/6lAdiRUP7yU/s1600-h/25822_106955785997653_100000496973327_176021_2857090_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450037297659821026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6JsC_Oku-I/AAAAAAAABFE/6lAdiRUP7yU/s400/25822_106955785997653_100000496973327_176021_2857090_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charles and Keith Warehouse Sales..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a pretty great experience there, awesome people, epic situations and uncanny bitchings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well its a bittersweet departure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-7583354296539206830?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7583354296539206830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=7583354296539206830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7583354296539206830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7583354296539206830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/03/charles-and-keith-warehouse-sales.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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/_Y0XinBpESrg/S6JsDpL_brI/AAAAAAAABFU/SkjxprD6_SI/s72-c/24888_367850044052_693924052_3657969_2403918_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-4550392921104332064</id><published>2010-03-17T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T02:08:58.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ride seems longer without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You didn't seem too happy with me, It almost seems like i'm nothing to you, but then why do you think of me at times, when you no longer reply, I'm just can't be the one.. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I always plan what to do, what to say, but always thrown to an abyss of blanks when you stand before me, then i'll regret and wish i had a time machine, I just can't do the right thing.. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;I tried to always make it right, closest to perfection, forming it to be flawless, but it always ended up so damanged, with so much accumulated regrets, I just can't make you turn your head.. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We always tried to talk, but then we'll find out that we have nothing to, then we'll usually come out with an excuse or just leave without any sound or movement, we disappear in the midst and then we wouldn't appear till long after, I just don't intrigue you anymore..Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm questioning the fact of how easy you could carry on without my existence, you could just be how you are, how you were, how you would have been even without me you'll still be happy, without me, you'll still have it  all right, so perhaps,even if i disappear, you might not notice, I' just can't be more than anjust n extra.. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-4550392921104332064?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4550392921104332064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=4550392921104332064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/4550392921104332064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/4550392921104332064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/03/ride-seems-longer-without-you-you-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-779371688691910043</id><published>2010-03-14T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:35:59.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a failure, I planned, I made, I rushed, I forced, I plead, I panic, I wanted it to turn out flawlessly, but Today wasn't a fairytale, but a failure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was suppose to turn out just nice, me being there, you turning up soon, I'll get you things, we'll laugh &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i was gonna steal your first hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got it all pieced out, all except your only piece that you didn't give... So tomorrow, couldn't it be better and let me have it my way??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I may be stupid and requited, but at least, let me have a chance to be all that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its my feelings, bundled together in it, please understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-779371688691910043?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/779371688691910043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=779371688691910043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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or dreadfulness..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay heres the update, i've started working already at Charles and Keith, the packing job isn't really hard but just that its never ending + the visible Mount Everest pile of work just makes it pretty terrible, i'm pretty hungry and drained when i reach home thus the reluctancy to blog, the only thing that made work better was the random crappings and lamenting with collegues&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today i was released at 2pm in order to gain some rest for tomorrow, but i suppose that it wasn't what they would wish for when i was practically out the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Was out with Trevor firstly to HighstreetCentre (Clarke Quay) to attempt to get my camera fixed but to their knowledge, they moved to Rivervalley,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so we took a bus there just to know that my camera wouldn't be worth fixing so i could only trade in and add some cash for a brand new camera..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the building with an excuse to reconsider, we headed down to bugis to Finally collect a present before heading to Illuma for dinner at a Japanese restaurant (BenTendo [nopes not the cartoon])&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Pennisula to search for TV's raglan to no avail of the correct size..&lt;br /&gt;Then I end up infront of my com's birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUVEE ZINT, you'll forever be my great lappy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll love it &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;just like how i wish you'll love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think i'll just be more likely to fall in love as you become more and more of my "type"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-564436137921099741?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-38396663.post-8127175342840433862</id><published>2010-03-06T01:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:23:34.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S5FGKnJn_iI/AAAAAAAABE8/1OJpVwm0xZg/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445210572589628962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S5FGKnJn_iI/AAAAAAAABE8/1OJpVwm0xZg/s400/Image025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, i felt like a transparent mirrored box.. The feeling was intense, and i couldn't form exact descriptions, empty would be the closest i could derive from.. Things seemed all so fragile, easy come and easier to go, nothing seemed that steady for me to get a grip on anymore, time didn't seem free at all, i'm insecured by the amount of plans i had done, i'm unsure if its the best alternative, its all planned and backing out isn't an option but then so why do i feel lost? Something uncomfortable is residing in my chest yet i can't put it into words or actions...What is it?? Empty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe its because i hadn't done what i wanted for a long time but only following trails that were already made, never got to, never had the chance, never asked, never answered, never responded and probably never reciprocated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I kinda want to see hayley now when i finally can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have to read these, its just a weird dream that you won't understand..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had this dream when everyone wasn't who they were..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was driven in a car to school, yet i was allowed to keep the car, after things ended, i was forced to offer, no i wasn't even offering but everyone seemed to settle themselves into the car when i got there, i was standing outside before i got all of them out.. Then i got a text from E, saying she was coming to get a ride and i said ok, the driver seat was taken by a pri.school friend i reckon before i kicked her out, taking the seat beside A which started nagging at me fiercely, her words don't sound like any words but i could feel the fustration for some reason.. Awhile later E got in by the left back door, saying Hey~, then P and T came from the right back door to sit down, they didn't do much except for saying hi to E... After awhile, i recalled that i wasn't able to drive, i didn't know how yet everyone seemed to depend on me like i was the last transport available.. For some reason, we went to T's house, before i left, i told E to stay in the car, i'll be right back, she agreed and smiled back... Upon reaching T's house, we got lost in snacks for awhile before i started to ask T's parents if they were able to drive us using my car, with a negative answer, i sat back in the empty living room with the rest, for some reason, i was depressed and fustrated, feeling useless, T suddenly reminded me that his sis could drive, so we approached F, but she was study hard, too hard to accept my request, I then suddenly reminded of E, i ran back to where she was while trying to call her, the sky turned from amber orange to dark black while i saw E standing beside the car, she asked me why did i took so long and if we could go now, then i broke down apologizing, i had no means to, i didn't possess the ability to do so... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe i really left a hole in where my heart was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These were the only details i could vision back in reference to my dreams...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;was it telling me something? was it a reflection of something? did it cause today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-8127175342840433862?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8127175342840433862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=8127175342840433862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/8127175342840433862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/8127175342840433862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/03/empty-today-i-felt-like-transparent.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S5FGKnJn_iI/AAAAAAAABE8/1OJpVwm0xZg/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-6702188079842483988</id><published>2010-03-04T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:15:18.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Valentine's Day and Percy Michael Jackson and the Lightning Thief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-6702188079842483988?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6702188079842483988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=6702188079842483988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6702188079842483988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6702188079842483988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/03/valentines-day-and-percy-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-5640245257817075558</id><published>2010-03-02T11:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:31:58.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love is like Hate, its both &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;overrated and used too simply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I hadn't use those words for a long time, and I don't know when can I..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4yPCOAevJI/AAAAAAAABE0/JV1bzeFHh5Q/s1600-h/Image000_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443883317866708114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4yPCOAevJI/AAAAAAAABE0/JV1bzeFHh5Q/s400/Image000_2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;t blured up like how I did too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember, the previous 4 years, this time would be my most flustered period, its already 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of march, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; unready, unprepared, indecisive of what to do, its pretty much 3 days away and i haven't crack the brightest and best solution out of its shell, just a little something that i would do just for you at that point of time, just a little try to make you fall for me ever so slightly, just a little attempt to savage this disintegrating pieces of what we've left after the time you silently vanished away with a string of text strung together and a letter of rejection to a confession i didn't make..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By this time, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be thinking of all the possibilities that i could make that one day special for you, that one chance to actually prove something i would do for you.. Then i would come out with something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; certain all your previous hadn't done so, and then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be vacuumed into my own personal fantasy world, replaying how the scenario would unfold and reveal itself... However, somewhere deep down in my heart and brain, i know its not possible, i know its not going to work, i know it isn't even going to miracle-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; happen, that explains and further elaborate by the summary of how i have to pass through others just to give you something filled with my affection then, i can't even catch any glimpse of you, you don't know it but i was always waiting while thinking of you, just sitting there blankly trying to wait for you even though i never knew if you were even going, but i was always there, always with hope and always gone with my head hung low..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That time, i think i did really got smitten that period of time, i think you were everywhere in my heart, now i think you're just everywhere in my head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, i don't feel it anymore, that confusion and mind blowing task of thinking of what to do for you, just for you.. this time, in the end, i suppose that i could hand it to you in person finally, but it wouldn't be the same anymore.. Because if its not real, you won't see it in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Correction, i do think of something to do, something unique, but just not for you anymore, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not doing it in the end, because i don't want her to run away just like you did..Even if i don't know, you're in my heart or are you in my head and neither if she is just an excuse or another heartbreaking incident...But either way, my life wouldn't have been the same without you, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really enthralled to have met you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just unsure if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; ready to move on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm still too unsure and insecured to go or to leave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You or you? I'm far too clouded to carry on i think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What happens when i'm interested in 2 girls that both would run away and disappear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-5640245257817075558?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5640245257817075558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=5640245257817075558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5640245257817075558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5640245257817075558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-is-like-hate-its-both-overrated.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4yPCOAevJI/AAAAAAAABE0/JV1bzeFHh5Q/s72-c/Image000_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-3620347590493529914</id><published>2010-03-02T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T01:31:36.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Packed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4v03WBFOmI/AAAAAAAABEs/Yr9vKZdZDj8/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443713806247475810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4v03WBFOmI/AAAAAAAABEs/Yr9vKZdZDj8/s400/Image031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This holidays seemed to be the busiest holiday i've had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accomplished&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 19th - Exam ended, went out to walk around ion&lt;br /&gt;21st - Big Uncle's house for mahjong&lt;br /&gt;22nd - Eat, Pool with heather,shareena,pamela&lt;br /&gt;23rd - Class picnic at Botanical Gardens&lt;br /&gt;24th - Steamboat with heather,shareena,pamela,tingfang,iris&lt;br /&gt;25th - Swimming with trevor,joel..chompchomp with trevor,joel,richard&lt;br /&gt;26th - 2nd Uncle's house for mahjong.. Stay over at joel's house with richard,trevor,joey&lt;br /&gt;27th - Soccer..My house for mahjong&lt;br /&gt;28th - Basketball with richard,trevor.. dinner at pizzahut with trevor,joel&lt;br /&gt;March 1st - Gym with richard,trevor,joel.. Pool with trevor,joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Be Continued&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2nd - Watch Percy jackson with joel,joey,trevor,yonghui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd - Badminton with pamela,heather,shareena,trevor,joel + perhaps a movie with shareena,heather,pamela&lt;br /&gt;4th -  Bugis with trevor to buy things, fill up forms, repair camera, collect things&lt;br /&gt;5th - Gym with richard,trevor,joel.. receive notification if i'm hired.. Eileen's birthday&lt;br /&gt;6th - Cousin's Party at Goodwood Hotel&lt;br /&gt;7th - Paramore concert with Shareena and maybe Rachel Tan, Rafidah&lt;br /&gt;8th - Might be working if accepted&lt;br /&gt;9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17th - prolly working 7 of the days&lt;br /&gt;23rd - To Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its the most fruitful holiday i've had, and perhaps the shortest too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel ShengYao, YanHua, Izzuddin, Anthony is MIA..&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so are you Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're always there like me, but just not for me, like how i am for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-3620347590493529914?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3620347590493529914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=3620347590493529914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3620347590493529914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3620347590493529914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/03/pretty-packed-this-holidays-seemed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4v03WBFOmI/AAAAAAAABEs/Yr9vKZdZDj8/s72-c/Image031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-5437851860909408134</id><published>2010-03-01T00:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:38:52.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Minor Changes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Major Makeover??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4qhXn4nxVI/AAAAAAAABEc/i5QaFTivdTI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443340526846199122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4qhXn4nxVI/AAAAAAAABEc/i5QaFTivdTI/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4qhDlqUF1I/AAAAAAAABEU/HEYObQnT1IQ/s1600-h/22759_247454946328_555076328_4637516_603073_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443340182651934546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4qhDlqUF1I/AAAAAAAABEU/HEYObQnT1IQ/s400/22759_247454946328_555076328_4637516_603073_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4qhDTdaeHI/AAAAAAAABEM/tDAdDr9VIB8/s1600-h/P2031009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443340177765988466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4qhDTdaeHI/AAAAAAAABEM/tDAdDr9VIB8/s400/P2031009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; ----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;S----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443340171612625714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4qhC8iVmzI/AAAAAAAABEE/cfMRYAfXKKU/s400/22733_317178309002_755734002_3607189_5897556_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4qhCk9iNJI/AAAAAAAABD8/SMjSSTXy-8U/s1600-h/25090_1300051017883_1128657395_30978446_2172693_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443340165284246674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4qhCk9iNJI/AAAAAAAABD8/SMjSSTXy-8U/s400/25090_1300051017883_1128657395_30978446_2172693_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4qhCOmrJTI/AAAAAAAABD0/Hz1fSv93JOw/s1600-h/25090_1300050337866_1128657395_30978429_4198113_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443340159282783538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4qhCOmrJTI/AAAAAAAABD0/Hz1fSv93JOw/s400/25090_1300050337866_1128657395_30978429_4198113_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pictures might seem vain to you even though it wasn't taken by me =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrights, back to the point.. These are the photos of before and after hair after dyeing it, credits to miss Sibani..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me paranoid, call me complicated, call me sensitive..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people tells me that i'm dateable/charming only after the makeover,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doesn't that just mean that in me, resides a rotten personality with an absolute zero physical charm/attraction without the dyed hair, just a guy with no special or unique features to gain any single points from girls/ladies "grading list.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps i've thought too much of myself, maybe i hadn't had the "inner handsome" i once thought i possessed, i'm literally looking up to myself too much..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not too suprise actually, i'm just bewildered on how this little situation went this way, i'm not suppose to be better off after this, because after the apple reaches its core.. No, it wouldn't even reach the core before i got discarded and chucked off, don't lie to me, you wouldn't take a second look back and wonder if you should finished it first. But its okay, because i won't be in self denial, i'll understand which each and every toss, that i'm nowhere near of somewhere, just how i'm nothing close to something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did say that looks does matter afterall, didn't i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its not going to change anything afterall.. So maybe theres really no point, especially when i see no chances. So were you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lying&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You won't look at me after all that i do or all that i hadn't do.. right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-5437851860909408134?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5437851860909408134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=5437851860909408134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5437851860909408134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5437851860909408134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/03/minor-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4qhXn4nxVI/AAAAAAAABEc/i5QaFTivdTI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-57502986565347155</id><published>2010-02-27T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:40:20.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was bowling yesterday and its mahjong once again today... firstly at cousin's house for "extended" CNY and now witnessing mahjong at Joel's house with him,trev,richard,joey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that you hadn't done for such a long time has been entertaining like how we always allow the child to pop out everytime something from our past appears, i think afterall, CNY's best offer offered to me is the adult's screaming laughter while they play little gambles, while we the younger generation starts acting like adults..Ironic role reversal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applied 2 temp jobs..&lt;br /&gt;1. Epicenter's flyer distribution at IT show&lt;br /&gt;2. Charles &amp;amp; Keith packer/sales at warehouse sale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get the last batch of cash this holis to supply for the europe trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today i thought i saw you, i thought i've let you go, i believed so, i wanted so, i wished so, but then why do my chest felt the thumps and all the little observant eyes started to sense "your" movement, yet so afraid to confirm, so afraid to approach you, so afraid to text you.. Now i'm covered in cowardice and worries..Why did she have to look like you, why does my heart suddenly feel so guilty..Isn't it just a habit that i've grown so accustomed to, yet the toll came and now i'm always asking for more, seeking for something you would do for me in exchange..But then again, who was i kidding... I'm really unsure if i've forgotten you, i'm unsure if i've let you go, i'm bewildered if i've fallen for another, but i'm pretty affirmative that its really something i can't define but then i'm really not in the mood to think anymore..No decisions that i wanna make.. Closed eyes, pinched arm, teeth marked knuckles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Nothing but an indecisive, inconsiderate, in deceptive jerk  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-57502986565347155?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/57502986565347155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=57502986565347155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/57502986565347155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/57502986565347155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-bowling-yesterday-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-7713658409653035549</id><published>2010-02-23T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:00:46.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes its really hard, and you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had Picnic at Botanic Gardens with classmates ( Pam, Heather, Shar, Rafidah, Hamidah, Rachael, Rachel, Hidayah, Jingyi, Iris, Ivy, Alicia )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly Frisbee kept me bubbling and bobbing around, i think i sucked at it but i don't really care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pictures when being sent will be uploaded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Rachael =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really don't know if i do like you, or are you just an excuse i came up with to forget...I'm a jerk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today reminded me of that one time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that morning i woke up at 4:30am, started to cut the side of the bread that you hated and refused to eat, carefully slicing it into 4 equal slices to the best of my ability, spreading different spreads of butter and sugar, cheese, tuna spread and wine jelly onto each slice, cautiously symmetrically turning it into a tiny little sandwich filled with goodies in between, throwing it into the oven to toast it slightly so it wouldn't be too crispy to turn hard over time and not too soft so it'll be soggy afterwards, after the loud ring, i carefully place it into a tupperware, finishing it with the lid of the air tight container so you'll feel the burning heart of mine. Got dressed and ran out steathily in order not to get caught by my parents which will lead to questionings, then jumping over fences to arrive early to turn my head and look at you decending from the stairs hurriedly in your school uniform... I arrived early, but you didn't came at all, i deceived myself that you were late and waited till it was 8am, before i hung my head down, depressed by the fact that you didn't turn up for a date that i didn't date.. Those sandwich tasted terribly bitter after i failed to throw them away.. I'm still insecured if i could throw my heart for you, or it'll end up bitterly like those sandwiches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't promise you that I won't disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like how you can't promise me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But i wouldn't try to disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you would try to make me appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-7713658409653035549?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7713658409653035549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=7713658409653035549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7713658409653035549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7713658409653035549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-its-really-hard-and-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-5358978200666433196</id><published>2010-02-22T01:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T01:49:37.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TeeOTwo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Class Photo Compilation (New To Old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professional Development (PD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvrxuIkiI/AAAAAAAABDs/1nlWAKprPB4/s1600-h/22733_317178309002_755734002_3607189_5897556_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440752622712164898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvrxuIkiI/AAAAAAAABDs/1nlWAKprPB4/s400/22733_317178309002_755734002_3607189_5897556_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4Fvn7BuoGI/AAAAAAAABDk/BwfLZuFyYTk/s1600-h/22733_317178249002_755734002_3607188_5888456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440752556490793058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4Fvn7BuoGI/AAAAAAAABDk/BwfLZuFyYTk/s400/22733_317178249002_755734002_3607188_5888456_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvnVxVAPI/AAAAAAAABDc/-CpquOZc3vE/s1600-h/22733_317178184002_755734002_3607187_5686574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440752546489893106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvnVxVAPI/AAAAAAAABDc/-CpquOZc3vE/s400/22733_317178184002_755734002_3607187_5686574_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Language Arts In The Early Childhood Years (LAECY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvmeY3g2I/AAAAAAAABDM/5ugaUVCVEz8/s1600-h/22040_275642008109_689993109_3415087_7514795_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440752531623347042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvmeY3g2I/AAAAAAAABDM/5ugaUVCVEz8/s400/22040_275642008109_689993109_3415087_7514795_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvmLphavI/AAAAAAAABDE/ubm15NEHjjk/s1600-h/22040_275641998109_689993109_3415086_6431209_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440752526592928498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvmLphavI/AAAAAAAABDE/ubm15NEHjjk/s400/22040_275641998109_689993109_3415086_6431209_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Field Practicum (FP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvYwIxf0I/AAAAAAAABC8/WDgePeitWSg/s1600-h/14268_214037908376_658088376_2961603_7802774_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440752295869513538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvYwIxf0I/AAAAAAAABC8/WDgePeitWSg/s400/14268_214037908376_658088376_2961603_7802774_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvYuNCHKI/AAAAAAAABC0/RZUL9lwxD40/s1600-h/14268_214037903376_658088376_2961602_7749863_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440752295350508706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvYuNCHKI/AAAAAAAABC0/RZUL9lwxD40/s400/14268_214037903376_658088376_2961602_7749863_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Creative Arts For Young Children (CAYC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440752539294547810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4Fvm690v2I/AAAAAAAABDU/ZFiRsAaHfTQ/s400/22267_238093552236_613912236_3740850_5083440_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Written Communication (WritComm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvYD1vmTI/AAAAAAAABCs/gnQBjItonqM/s1600-h/5854_112031010484_524105484_2248074_3943040_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440752283978537266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvYD1vmTI/AAAAAAAABCs/gnQBjItonqM/s400/5854_112031010484_524105484_2248074_3943040_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvXnL-beI/AAAAAAAABCk/_tyUTpfH9rw/s1600-h/5288_126262538376_658088376_2190220_5122885_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440752276287155682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvXnL-beI/AAAAAAAABCk/_tyUTpfH9rw/s400/5288_126262538376_658088376_2190220_5122885_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speech Training Basic (STB)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvXVjLa7I/AAAAAAAABCc/UV3ZT2MRD-I/s1600-h/5288_126262518376_658088376_2190217_836843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440752271552637874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvXVjLa7I/AAAAAAAABCc/UV3ZT2MRD-I/s400/5288_126262518376_658088376_2190217_836843_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its already a year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Much has changed and many hasn't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe that i've faded off at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not as much there as I used to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really hoped that you were here, at least I could get closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-5358978200666433196?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5358978200666433196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=5358978200666433196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5358978200666433196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5358978200666433196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/teeotwo-class-photo-compilation-new-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S4FvrxuIkiI/AAAAAAAABDs/1nlWAKprPB4/s72-c/22733_317178309002_755734002_3607189_5897556_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-2246596871340871701</id><published>2010-02-19T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:58:17.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My teachers are hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professional Development quiz question 4: What is group dynamics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choice B) A group of people that uses dynamites for destructive purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child Development test question 6: ____ is verbal or physical behaviour intended to disturb someone less powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choice A) Martial Arts Trainning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;So today is the last day of Year 1 in my poly... Honestly i feel some siansations from the upcoming boredomness, i just vision myself losing my social life for some reason as i face the confrontation of emptiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Shareena,Pamela,Iris,Alicia,Amanda to orchard, "313" mainly to settle down for a pretty good dinner at [F.I.S.H] by fish and co.&lt;br /&gt;Before i get femalelized around the shops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm home with no where to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Worst of all, i'm now almost certain that i couldn't see you anymore in the next 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;no, she isn't my girlfriend, by asking, you're not making it better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm just being indirectly rejected time and time. when everyone suspects that she is mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-2246596871340871701?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2246596871340871701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=2246596871340871701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2246596871340871701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2246596871340871701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-teachers-are-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-3059489892859249228</id><published>2010-02-18T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:23:33.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3wb0LIr4aI/AAAAAAAABCU/fQy39Up77so/s1600-h/SW%2520pink%2520heart_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439253033113084322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3wb0LIr4aI/AAAAAAAABCU/fQy39Up77so/s400/SW%2520pink%2520heart_e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I asked if the Charm Crystal had taken its effect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You told me after I dyed my hair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you just blurted it out as you saw the change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or was I suppose to take your breath away that moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love so bubblish, bobbing up and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;always lost despite being found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gone in a second and appear in two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;blank stares with confusions it fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Make it so surreal and so it faked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;never knowing, only seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cropped off and that love forsake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;changing after changed but never being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Moving to always stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;closed eyes to try take a breather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but always nothing makes it better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everytime it happens, my heart throbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So much for the reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as everytime it falsely forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;always charged with your heart's treason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;before the tears starts to season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your words, My heaven. Your smiles, My god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't want time to move except for you and me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-3059489892859249228?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3059489892859249228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=3059489892859249228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3059489892859249228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3059489892859249228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-asked-if-charm-crystal-had-taken-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3wb0LIr4aI/AAAAAAAABCU/fQy39Up77so/s72-c/SW%2520pink%2520heart_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-4748191473439682045</id><published>2010-02-14T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:43:25.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;The Fun With My New Beanie ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bj8OP9isI/AAAAAAAABCM/yR7jVDQ47BA/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437784223853152962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bj8OP9isI/AAAAAAAABCM/yR7jVDQ47BA/s400/Image023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The after beanie look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bj705NvjI/AAAAAAAABCE/ySLbB2umJEM/s1600-h/Image022+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437784217046859314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bj705NvjI/AAAAAAAABCE/ySLbB2umJEM/s400/Image022+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bi3bLzvvI/AAAAAAAABB8/9Q9mUVYpiOs/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437783041914420978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bi3bLzvvI/AAAAAAAABB8/9Q9mUVYpiOs/s400/Image012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brother's beanie look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bi3FOAu6I/AAAAAAAABB0/0SRmoWNJBTQ/s1600-h/Image014+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437783036018080674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bi3FOAu6I/AAAAAAAABB0/0SRmoWNJBTQ/s400/Image014+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss stick out tongue's look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bi288MMBI/AAAAAAAABBs/WqIGMzEUYqg/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437783033795850258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bi288MMBI/AAAAAAAABBs/WqIGMzEUYqg/s400/Image020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sulky Pam look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bihSZE6fI/AAAAAAAABBk/mvAKp2pVDOg/s1600-h/grekugwterk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437782661597030898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bihSZE6fI/AAAAAAAABBk/mvAKp2pVDOg/s400/grekugwterk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The nerdy look after removing beanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437782644677258914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bigTXFrqI/AAAAAAAABBU/zVAJzRgymt8/s400/gniewr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bigxLaewI/AAAAAAAABBc/AqVngdDo7LU/s1600-h/iduewiotqwr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437782652681353986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bigxLaewI/AAAAAAAABBc/AqVngdDo7LU/s400/iduewiotqwr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hearty The Raindeer Look =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bigOeOKmI/AAAAAAAABBM/wk8tISWckBA/s1600-h/Image64343263246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437782643364997730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bigOeOKmI/AAAAAAAABBM/wk8tISWckBA/s400/Image64343263246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cancer Shareena look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bif-EDDmI/AAAAAAAABBE/Cu08DmdQULA/s1600-h/Image4215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437782638960250466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bif-EDDmI/AAAAAAAABBE/Cu08DmdQULA/s400/Image4215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A million times that i try, the million times you reject...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you don't even try with me anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-4748191473439682045?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4748191473439682045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=4748191473439682045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/4748191473439682045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/4748191473439682045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/fun-with-my-new-beanie-after-beanie.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3bj8OP9isI/AAAAAAAABCM/yR7jVDQ47BA/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-29106424569017669</id><published>2010-02-13T02:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T02:59:27.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3WkYu_I5VI/AAAAAAAABA8/hhcBfTzFh-g/s1600-h/2659073262_0c7cb4283b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437432869956412754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3WkYu_I5VI/AAAAAAAABA8/hhcBfTzFh-g/s400/2659073262_0c7cb4283b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't show you, I can't tell you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because if i do, i can't help you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hes all over your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet i'm at the back, ready for you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna encourage you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because if i do, you'll go further..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hes all you'll ever want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet i'm willing to be all you'll ever need..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i did in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with spears in my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot comprehend why i did that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though i said, its not possible to be happy just to see her happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for some odd reason, i tried that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe that explains why i'm so agonized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe thats why, i'm no longer needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe thats how, i'll be gone from your life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't be sure for now, but i really think i like you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really trying to forget the past, maybe it isn't so much about mine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe its yours that the cards were saying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps its me standing at your end of the road..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I like you, I really don't want to see you through the future hims... I want to be your only Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-29106424569017669?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/29106424569017669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=29106424569017669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/29106424569017669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/29106424569017669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-show-you-i-cant-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3WkYu_I5VI/AAAAAAAABA8/hhcBfTzFh-g/s72-c/2659073262_0c7cb4283b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-3113331846141936762</id><published>2010-02-13T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T02:46:55.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how many of you are reading this but i'm going to write it out regardlessly..&lt;br /&gt;Though i've said that i don't give two crap about it and i don't want to get sucked into it, i just want to say these, though i really want to, to all your face. I don't really know what will be the outcome of it, probably much caused awkwardness around me after that but seriously?? all for that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell are you all giving each other problems, is it even interesting to crack your head for ideas on how to be sarcastic and throw torture to someone else? Or is wallowing in self pity going to help everything turn okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No No stay that way if you think its fun, we have at least minimum 2 shitty months together like this, coming to school becomes dreading to school, yea we'll all love it this way.. But if you're gonna do that, keep things to yourself if either side of you are so enjoying it, keep the fun to yourself, you can squeal in excitment but leave the rest of us out of it, this is a compromise if you're gonna continue, no one would wanna give a care for your acts and games, why would we want to take any sides when there isn't any to be taken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, what age are you all at? what kinda drastic thing that happen to cause these misery buisness? is it even necessary? I get it, you dun like each other, like burger king, have it your way.. then just stay the hell out of each other's way, you could put on a mask like you're enjoying all these rubbish why not just throw that away and put on a bag which cuts off communication unless necessary... what kind of life do you all want for the next 2 years, take things by your stride, its over then its over.. it happened get over it, no point finding measures or sulking to spoil everyone's mood unknowingly as you cringe out your POV which i can assure you, NOone really honestly want to see it, theres no use forcing your opinions upon others, yes we sympathise but no we don't need to and we see no want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really time to grow up and just stay the heck out of each other's way, is there really a need to go to such extend? if there is, go take each other by the throat and fight it out then cry out after that, at least you settle things equally, rather than some biasful crap that you all are spouting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? should that really be of any concern? how chummy you were all together, smiling, cracking, laughing, joking, gossiping, sharing and now? all you are left with broken smiles, scribbled on memories and pictures to burn ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm done with my piece, i've really come to the point that thinking that its not gonna be a happy life here, and to that point, i can just keep my nose in my own business and while you can have the epic world war 5 that skipped over the 2 other wars cos its so "EPIC"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you can not speak.. you can however go clear up the mess and straighten things out the way like humans would, not like some sinister miserable souls.. its over may i remind you, don't give me the scar bullshit, it wouldn't be a scar if you found treatment earlier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward? well i've lived through it, though i really don't want it to be the case but i rather have it as compared to 2 more years of these rubbish which would indirectly cause the bystanders harm, more than you could imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything, yes i don't.. but you don't either for you're clouded in your own egos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna change our relationships and perceptions but i'm just really hopeful that you all could see my view above yours... Sorry if i went overboard, but i'm stating my facts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, bystanders, sometimes its better to shush up than to open that mouth, its really not helping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whats cliques, classes and friends anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-3113331846141936762?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3113331846141936762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=3113331846141936762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3113331846141936762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3113331846141936762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-know-how-many-of-you-are-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-1805205144224179773</id><published>2010-02-10T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T02:16:31.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A shadow was all i ever were.. A shadow never to reach..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3GfS_ZykiI/AAAAAAAABA0/2adPGTbqA8s/s1600-h/4264125052_afc36e95f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436301373818966562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3GfS_ZykiI/AAAAAAAABA0/2adPGTbqA8s/s400/4264125052_afc36e95f5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if i should be in a great mood or should i be in a terrible mood..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was terrible to feel your pain, to see you feel pain for his pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm unable to reach out, i've to hold back, so much that the sword turned upon me instead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime you're here or you're there, the cut enlarges bit by bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet, you told me i'm just virtually capable, not a nuisance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you begun to start pouring your soul to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i've had that few hours with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe i'm the one you've been looking for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-1805205144224179773?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1805205144224179773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=1805205144224179773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1805205144224179773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1805205144224179773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/shadow-was-all-i-ever-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S3GfS_ZykiI/AAAAAAAABA0/2adPGTbqA8s/s72-c/4264125052_afc36e95f5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-6734849044799860894</id><published>2010-02-07T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:57:01.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S223CdbVlxI/AAAAAAAABAU/JIs3g2wKaHA/s1600-h/4735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435201578192967442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S223CdbVlxI/AAAAAAAABAU/JIs3g2wKaHA/s400/4735.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Am i really that boring?&lt;br /&gt;Am i really that incommunicapable?&lt;br /&gt;Am i really that useless?&lt;br /&gt;Am i really that awkward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do try too, i try to talk to you..&lt;br /&gt;i make things out of nothing&lt;br /&gt;but regardless, you can't feel&lt;br /&gt;You ignore everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put off everything as i grit the teeth&lt;br /&gt;with an enter to send my message that hung on too long&lt;br /&gt;but all that i do is gone with your one word heave&lt;br /&gt;then i drown myself, self pitying in song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do you even see of me&lt;br /&gt;my existence is pretty futile&lt;br /&gt;as nothing i do i can't be who you want him to be&lt;br /&gt;my sweat to you, so cold and vile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter one ended like that&lt;br /&gt;Chapter two wasn't any better&lt;br /&gt;the pain just fueled on a tad by a tad&lt;br /&gt;would it again end just by a letter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chew and bite on the heart&lt;br /&gt;it bled and fed the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;with each day we slowly part&lt;br /&gt;no more clue if theres any more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm trying despite being  tired of trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm deciding despite being  confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm trying despite supposed to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm deciding despite i said i don't  care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm ignoring yet my actions don't tally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-6734849044799860894?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6734849044799860894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=6734849044799860894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6734849044799860894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6734849044799860894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/am-i-really-that-boring-am-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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/_Y0XinBpESrg/S223CdbVlxI/AAAAAAAABAU/JIs3g2wKaHA/s72-c/4735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-6421345512527796970</id><published>2010-02-03T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:48:17.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does it feel so right yet you always left?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-6421345512527796970?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6421345512527796970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=6421345512527796970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6421345512527796970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6421345512527796970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-does-it-feel-so-right-yet-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-1897507528660915395</id><published>2010-02-02T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:29:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2cMt7RaQ6I/AAAAAAAABAM/fs2_ToRjH08/s1600-h/Image005+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433325458590155682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2cMt7RaQ6I/AAAAAAAABAM/fs2_ToRjH08/s400/Image005+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The tears dripped into a puddle, yet all you see is the clear blue sky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought it had all dried up, yet none of the previous was for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How many more puddle would i have to form, to end this cycle of misery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Say its a habit i adapt, but there isn't a rehabitation for it...&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you forget him, so you could see me in your eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then i see how you and him collide, and I hear how you talk about him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All the false hope collapse instantly, only to build up a few days later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm no longer able to taste the sweet, as i find bitterness in my happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The sour jealousy stacked up, tipping over with reality in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I could be so much better, so much better with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you might do so much better, so much better with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2cMojNfc8I/AAAAAAAABAE/eCZRFN30Vdg/s1600-h/Image005+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-1897507528660915395?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1897507528660915395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=1897507528660915395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1897507528660915395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1897507528660915395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/tears-dripped-into-puddle-yet-all-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2cMt7RaQ6I/AAAAAAAABAM/fs2_ToRjH08/s72-c/Image005+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-5706992179647810605</id><published>2010-02-01T23:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:14:52.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b2SQz9ZyI/AAAAAAAAA_8/X-IFqtasjzU/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433300794080061218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b2SQz9ZyI/AAAAAAAAA_8/X-IFqtasjzU/s320/Image029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b2SCzO-GI/AAAAAAAAA_0/wl4AwpYDz-U/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433300790318921826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b2SCzO-GI/AAAAAAAAA_0/wl4AwpYDz-U/s320/Image028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b2R5gHy9I/AAAAAAAAA_s/zhbV54Na2As/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433300787822840786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b2R5gHy9I/AAAAAAAAA_s/zhbV54Na2As/s320/Image023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b2RvOMlGI/AAAAAAAAA_k/N6lwba6FwtI/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433300785063302242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b2RvOMlGI/AAAAAAAAA_k/N6lwba6FwtI/s320/Image019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b2Ra43-9I/AAAAAAAAA_c/oC5-HV1o7kY/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433300779605162962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b2Ra43-9I/AAAAAAAAA_c/oC5-HV1o7kY/s320/Image017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b19DwYVWI/AAAAAAAAA_U/efxxCoDOWec/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433300429798135138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b19DwYVWI/AAAAAAAAA_U/efxxCoDOWec/s320/Image012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433300405258440418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b17oVqTuI/AAAAAAAAA-0/WU5QMOw_T6U/s320/Image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433300413590992898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b18HYS-AI/AAAAAAAAA_E/upGNrjpE4A4/s320/Image006.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b17x9uNBI/AAAAAAAAA-8/ZgjwQreZEuQ/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433300407842386962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b17x9uNBI/AAAAAAAAA-8/ZgjwQreZEuQ/s320/Image005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Could you tell the story? He reaches out for help in the light, yet his arms grew weak and he flipped over his body, staring at the moon, he then instigate to reach out for help only to lose strength...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run for My Lunch in short, RML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okays, we stayed over in school during saturday, not that i had any sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenny,Iris,Pamela,Shareena,Alicia,Cheryl,Ivy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the briefing and lots of carrying boxes around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent time playing around with cards which made our stomach all wobbly from the laughing during the Theme Poker which is a kinda new game i've been taught by Ms NA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we spent another half of our stay on the field as we lay down and try to capture stars, staring at the moon and snapping shots of randomness, trying to get great shots that mesmerize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we reached EastCoastPark at 4:30am, briefed and then pushed 6tables and 2 sets of cone in an unstable trolley for about 2.4km to our destination where we set up our water point~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after lots of Air Microphone Singing with the newwaterbottle which got alot of stares from the general public, we started preparing the drink and started to promote Plain Water and 7UP REVIVE!! Fooled around the entire day while accomplishing our job...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a Certified Coolie now after this event....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there we have what i wanted to post.... i think the insufficient sleep is making this a boring post so i shall shush and then shish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really find that you don't need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;neither do you want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;its kind of like we are world apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;distant enough for us to be confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But only if it could all just work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then maybe you and i could be in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I might wanna work at Domino Pizza or Donut Empire...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really hate to see you on facebook now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Theres evidence of you and him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes i'm a jealous guy but i can't stop it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It just proves my invisibility even more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-5706992179647810605?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5706992179647810605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=5706992179647810605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5706992179647810605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5706992179647810605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/could-you-tell-story-he-reaches-out-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S2b2SQz9ZyI/AAAAAAAAA_8/X-IFqtasjzU/s72-c/Image029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-3914995434093288521</id><published>2010-01-29T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T02:16:34.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Tarot Cards Told Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it said that i'm haunted by my past, the tendency of me moving on is to my choice, but i'm regularly clinged on by the past thus a postive outcome and outlook is needed for me, but the outcome is that i'll be withdrawn from the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me wonder would anyone still be there or it'll be a recurling dream from secondary 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There no need to see it in any other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;other than the way it has always been seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And i couldn't tell what happened as you drift away, or was i just virtually incapable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know how do i make it go away, I don't know how to make it come either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;you can't get rid of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;regardless how nonexistent it can be gone from your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;It hides in your shadow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when the light shines, it appears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then the memory throbs as you see things you are reminded of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then from then on you deny the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bury yourself in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;before you know it, you get too comfortable in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you can't leave it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when you thought that its ok as shadows can't reach you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you realize its all around you the moment you got too cozy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then the energy consumed slowly till you wear down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you finally break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-3914995434093288521?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3914995434093288521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=3914995434093288521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3914995434093288521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3914995434093288521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/tarot-cards-told-me-it-said-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-6443509204206647724</id><published>2010-01-28T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:48:11.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because everyone doesn't get it..&lt;br /&gt;No one understands it because they aren't you..&lt;br /&gt;Don't force your opinions onto others&lt;br /&gt;If you want, try and influence through your own power if you're all that great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i lie&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want you all to know&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to know everything&lt;br /&gt;We can't know everything,&lt;br /&gt;and most certainly you shouldn't try and ask when i don't want to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The thing you don't need to see the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It shall be that you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-6443509204206647724?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6443509204206647724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=6443509204206647724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6443509204206647724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6443509204206647724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-everyone-doesnt-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-6040967852262070186</id><published>2010-01-26T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:32:33.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sweet You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness just don't comprehend&lt;br /&gt;as bitterness slowly off i fend&lt;br /&gt;with you and each single step i send&lt;br /&gt;the love of yours i tried to transcend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speechless as i gave a listen&lt;br /&gt;with your smiles so true and faked&lt;br /&gt;unsure if i caught your eyes glisten&lt;br /&gt;as you said what you've done for other's sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helplessly my fist clenched up&lt;br /&gt;wanting to take the blow you took&lt;br /&gt;strip your misery off i shook&lt;br /&gt;rid the world by your hands i cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired from rupturing you slept&lt;br /&gt;beside yet not on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;solemn i wrote a note, a poem&lt;br /&gt;yet fate does not hold as it i lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as that would last&lt;br /&gt;the forgettance always came fast&lt;br /&gt;through the memories it starts to close&lt;br /&gt;as the day gone, i became the ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fade away as your words stop&lt;br /&gt;vsion of you disintegrate&lt;br /&gt;yet the heart for you carry on to throb&lt;br /&gt;and memories carries on to recreate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agony surface and resurface&lt;br /&gt;as once you had the sweetness to taste&lt;br /&gt;everything starts to become nothing&lt;br /&gt;and theres only memberance of the sweet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know to smile or to sulk when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll smile because i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but the sulk is for that i know you'll leave later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to write a novel...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about a girl with split personalities and they were both charmed by the same guy. Thus they fight each other for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to write a poem short story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its when theres a poem and a short story based on the poem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-6040967852262070186?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6040967852262070186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=6040967852262070186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6040967852262070186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6040967852262070186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweetness-just-dont-comprehend-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-4406084137448360656</id><published>2010-01-22T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:29:00.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Art workz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429227773929647090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1h95SXC6_I/AAAAAAAAA-E/SgSae27vO7U/s400/Image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a set of teeth during attachment with the kids... looks ugly just like mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Students + crayons = anything is possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1h-NuW-6rI/AAAAAAAAA-s/GO_O3CsAH-M/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429228125042961074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1h-NuW-6rI/AAAAAAAAA-s/GO_O3CsAH-M/s400/Image007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Pam's Emofied drawing, its a greek girl wearing a floating crown, unallowing light to reach her as she stand by a tall tree and it seemed that she just lost a kite too... Then the storm approaches.... Nahs i don't know what is this picture about ask her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1h-NQRfAUI/AAAAAAAAA-k/f4jn2gmWjMQ/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429228116966834498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1h-NQRfAUI/AAAAAAAAA-k/f4jn2gmWjMQ/s400/Image005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is shar's rainbow garden crayon, it looks like a house with a screwed up chimney, XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1h96jXeUYI/AAAAAAAAA-c/05vHFhLiMy8/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429227795674714498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1h96jXeUYI/AAAAAAAAA-c/05vHFhLiMy8/s400/Image004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is my bobble head Poom Blue Special K which people calls it squidward from spongebob, Yes the head really does bobble when u shake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1h96ICsESI/AAAAAAAAA-U/0bCT2SN0tbk/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429227788339777826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1h96ICsESI/AAAAAAAAA-U/0bCT2SN0tbk/s400/Image003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the all adorable Super Blue, it flies wherever your hand goes and he has arms outstretched to save the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1h958_75oI/AAAAAAAAA-M/0A3ntidC_-U/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429227785375442562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1h958_75oI/AAAAAAAAA-M/0A3ntidC_-U/s400/Image002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Needless to say, this is the most epic pokeball, i gotta catch em all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the most epic storyboard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1h94wDErhI/AAAAAAAAA98/Yf1PBQv3la4/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429227764719070738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1h94wDErhI/AAAAAAAAA98/Yf1PBQv3la4/s400/Image008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please read it, you'll be overwhelmed by the awesomeness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sick and crushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;confused and tortured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least let me be somebody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got my doubts too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not a hero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just another guy trying to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-4406084137448360656?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4406084137448360656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=4406084137448360656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/4406084137448360656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/4406084137448360656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/art-workz-did-set-of-teeth-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1h95SXC6_I/AAAAAAAAA-E/SgSae27vO7U/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-3888738962868465032</id><published>2010-01-21T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T01:40:04.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime i look&lt;br /&gt;Theres a new disencouragement&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm just a redundancy&lt;br /&gt;Just a passerby&lt;br /&gt;Which you wouldn't even look up for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-3888738962868465032?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3888738962868465032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=3888738962868465032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3888738962868465032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3888738962868465032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/everytime-i-look-theres-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-7806522501877829403</id><published>2010-01-19T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:34:50.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purgatory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1XNW7zRerI/AAAAAAAAA90/hli1FwWvTpY/s1600-h/11041_207087679365_723229365_3152382_448935_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428470719758564018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1XNW7zRerI/AAAAAAAAA90/hli1FwWvTpY/s400/11041_207087679365_723229365_3152382_448935_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That thin line that seperates me.. Half of this to you and half of that to you... Wouldn't be too long till i lost those tinges of red as i get tangled up further than i should..Its now my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everyone only wants to be the only hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're suddenly nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i can't comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're suddenly gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i can't cope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You suddenly appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i go breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You suddenly enter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i go fluttering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-7806522501877829403?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7806522501877829403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=7806522501877829403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7806522501877829403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7806522501877829403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/purgatory-that-thin-line-that-seperates.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S1XNW7zRerI/AAAAAAAAA90/hli1FwWvTpY/s72-c/11041_207087679365_723229365_3152382_448935_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-893378619652413782</id><published>2010-01-15T00:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:41:09.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What Is This&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S09L0NWnKeI/AAAAAAAAA9s/IOs5QgekQ14/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426639436314520034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S09L0NWnKeI/AAAAAAAAA9s/IOs5QgekQ14/s400/Image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days scrapped by days and days, but the night was the most sufferable, for it'll be the moment i'll try and make contact, keeping out of the thin line of stepping into the annoyance zone yet also out of the losing touch area. Clutching my shirt, i stripped myself of my own reluctancy, pressing the send key after repeatedly rewritten messages, then the sense of regret flushed over instantly before i close the senses, decieving myself, taking self inflicted damage to convince myself that i hadn't send it. Shut my eyes tight and till you give a response, or not..Both sinking the heart, just in different ways, one in indulgence of the mere moment and the other in despondency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually i lie awake, and ask myself What Is This? What Are You Trying To Do?? Though the conscience badgers on, i slowly figured out there wasn't another alternative out, life might always have choices but none that i would take.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't help it if i fell in love and i can't save myself from loving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What good is knowing the answer of impossibility if you can't question your possibilities? I can't take a step foward, not a stride backwards, neither to stay around.. I wished,longed,hoped,prayed,dreamt,craved,desired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wanted,needed,yearned,aspired,requested,pleased..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i failed to get a chance, i thought at least an acknowledgement, no? then perhaps an explanation, none? But all I gave me was more issues to due with, stacking and removing like a toy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The struggle at night tides over with a silence and a promise to clear with a sleep, then i awaken with the hopes of a new day, perhaps a day of finally changing..But usually it drags across.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;that every little thing i do to help me survive in my own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then the night re-begin and the whole plot continues to re-entangle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;aren't bad for me, just that i made it miserable, i know its my fault,stacked on by mistakes after mistakes. Actually, your&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;s &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;appearences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are my only salvation so far....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i'm going to start a company,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)Working Replicas - creating actual things that works from shows(animes/cartoon/movies) and sell it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)A fashion botique - a fully image place where hairdressers,fashion advicer, clothings, accessories, make up artists all exists in one place to create an image to suit a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)A Photography Missionary - Given words/themes/sentences/quotes before setting off to take awesome photos of relations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)The Party Place - Costumes, accessories, food, beverages are all in place, creating with a space, any fully given theme party area and ideas.The more unique and awkward the better..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Unusual Restaurant - providing funniest waiters, jokes, dishes, games, performances, videos, sudden happenings. a place where everything is infused with humor..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-893378619652413782?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/893378619652413782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=893378619652413782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/893378619652413782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/893378619652413782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-this-days-scrapped-by-days-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S09L0NWnKeI/AAAAAAAAA9s/IOs5QgekQ14/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-4508047765782115278</id><published>2010-01-13T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:13:19.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warm Your Heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S02iJwxSw2I/AAAAAAAAA9k/1ednpJYKYk8/s1600-h/warm-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426171414645490530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S02iJwxSw2I/AAAAAAAAA9k/1ednpJYKYk8/s400/warm-heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So he said he took 3 years to warm your heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then I'll take forever to keep your heart warm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't want to care just simply meant that i'm confused..so it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let go to move foward and risk the restart button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stay back and stay put and risk the nothing future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its like i'm on a self rupturing schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Torn halfway on each half..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-4508047765782115278?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4508047765782115278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=4508047765782115278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/4508047765782115278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/4508047765782115278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/warm-your-heart-so-he-said-he-took-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S02iJwxSw2I/AAAAAAAAA9k/1ednpJYKYk8/s72-c/warm-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-3038932803687084793</id><published>2010-01-13T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:54:38.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S02XEJabFXI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ZZmAvD0JjhQ/s1600-h/Mimi635-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426159223553332594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S02XEJabFXI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ZZmAvD0JjhQ/s400/Mimi635-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Carol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're old now...well you're always with me since 2 years back, perhaps you've been with me all the time that it feels just like a long time ago...Well i can't really think of what else to say that wouldn't really reoccur with the note and the post as well as the cake... Happy birdday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-3038932803687084793?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3038932803687084793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=3038932803687084793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3038932803687084793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3038932803687084793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-carol-youre-old-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/S02XEJabFXI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ZZmAvD0JjhQ/s72-c/Mimi635-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-712523110659741214</id><published>2010-01-05T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T02:29:00.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Snooze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You open your eyes while the bright blinding light scorch your eyes and you desperately search for the alarm thats beeping away, you then press the cancel/snooze button telling yourself just another 5minutes before you topple back down your bed, sinking into the mattress that has enveloped your warmth overnight, you shut your half-closed eyes to gain the darkness with the tinges of red maroon effect from the light that you no longer bother to see, longing to stay asleep and thus giving in to insomiac devil that battered up the angel that pestered you to stay awake. And into the slumber you fall after cuddling yourself, longing to remember the dream you've had or to start a new dream of unreality to forget of the tiresome day you lay ahead, knowing that no matter how nice it might be, it just lasts for couple of hours before you do the same notion of falling back to this unreal world at the unearthly hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes on and you start to dread of being awake, having forced to have things thrown at you and shove it up your face everyday regardless of what you are doing, if not you have your leftover bullshit to deal with from the past that you thought you could erase by just walking away, you swipe it across your conscious and then try to forget about it, those non-chalant ideals that you don't need in actual fact, haunted by the thoughts of your own which you proceed to smoother them out by shoving a pillow upon your enstrangled face, reminding yourself it wasn't meant to be, cautiously lie that you have done your best when you know you had more to offer but you were hesitant, deep inside you were selfish and unwilling to cast yourself away as a bait to save that poor fish being ravaged by the delusional gigantic apprehendable problem.You realize every single second you stay awake, a single second more you have to face the world, you have to get the interrogation lights shined upon your face, you have to make nice with everyone,  you have to become the hero that you always wanted and also the villian that acts upon your own egoism. You realize the truth, the meaning of being awake, then you squeezed your eyes and try to get that 5 more minutes of sleep which eventually you take for granted as you try and see how much more time can you escape and get away with it, and the more cake you could gather, the more chances of eating the cake there would be.Then you snoozed away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes you're hot and you're cold..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and it seems that i don't have enough fuel to keep you coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-712523110659741214?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/712523110659741214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=712523110659741214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/712523110659741214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/712523110659741214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/snooze-you-open-your-eyes-while-bright.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-6180318771126126628</id><published>2010-01-01T03:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T03:40:05.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The year's final day started with a chime from the clock, indicating the start of the eve and soon the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alive on the computer then, Engaging in a struggle with the assignment that i hadn't got a clue with, then with a last spurt of my whatever sense i had left i accomplish that grueling task, then i was online with ShengYao on gunbound trying to shoot the problems off the mind and bombarding it on some fantasy ground.. then the realization that it was really late and i hadn't had the mind to fully convert myself into an owl arrived. thus i head off to bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the mind doesn't gave any heart to give the body any rest, as the tug of war continued on, slowly my remainder consciousness begain to blurred up, i couldn't help but mix the elements of gunbound into my efforts to sleep, this however funny and perhaps hilarious but the process of intoxicating, i woke up every few minutes with a state of half consciouness, rentlessly reminding the remainder of me to keep the virtual and reality apart.. however i was too lost to win the battle... then i finally couldn't stand it and woke up fully at 7am, thankfully for the chimes of the clock to decide the decision..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then time passes quickly and i finally pushed myself to sleep peacefully at 10am, slept soundly till 1pm where i hurriedly rushed out to school to submit Amanda's and my assignments as well as to return library books or else i would be sorrowfully late for my later plans, however the day wasn't showing me any tinge of kindness towards me, everything there was closed, even the drop off book for the library was locked.. so a fruitless travel there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Kovan to borrow 2 bikes from my cousin in order to enable Izzuddin and Anthony to tag along for the exhaustive cycling that lies ahead of that point of time, i carried 2 bikes down 12 storeys with a fear of the bikes being stolen.. And then towards Serangoon for the rendezvous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with 4 literal hours of Breath-Taking, we finally arrived at Changi Village where we quickly dug into our food like wilderness wolves preying on their first source of energy. ( i hadn't ate all day, and probably yesterday too for some reason )&lt;br /&gt;Gobbles&lt;br /&gt;Gobbles&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GOOFY GOOBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then took 3 hours of muscle contraction to arrived back at serangoon after yelling "HAPPY NEW YEAR" all the way from Kovan...Then once again heading off with Sheng Yao to Bishan with the mind to prawn, Anthony however chose to take a bus and walk there due to the phobia of cycling any more after that killer 7 hours. So SY and i travelled another 30minutes to bishan but to find out that the prawning area was condensively filled with compressions of people there, so we decided to wait it out after calling Anthony to head home first as there were minimum chances of actually getting those people to leave..&lt;br /&gt;Chit&lt;br /&gt;Chat&lt;br /&gt;ChitChatted till 2am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it wasn't getting any better so then the journey's of the start of the end to the start of the start ended.. Curtains closed with a sight of coincidental bumped into Amanda on the way back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how the 2010 Eve Went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;Never really made any that i would remember long enough to keep...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps to be a greater homo-sapien&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps to live an actual life&lt;br /&gt;and lastly to sleep early to wake up early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought of you though i forced myself not to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but then you appeared of no where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you walked my path, my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i was so stupidly stumped there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let us both down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-6180318771126126628?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6180318771126126628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=6180318771126126628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6180318771126126628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6180318771126126628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/years-final-day-started-with-chime-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-6334843318377459691</id><published>2009-12-27T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:55:49.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kenny,ShengYao,YanHua,Izzuddin is reported to have stormed the airport repeatedly during the period of 11pm(26/12/09) to 8am(27/12/09), repeatedly going through all 3 terminals by the shutter bus and sky train...They are commonly seen in toilets for some reason, perhaps they were searching for the accomplice of this guy..."MR.POOBALAN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzdVuc1VBmI/AAAAAAAAA80/UIViVpjiNYU/s1600-h/Image002+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419894933065893474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzdVuc1VBmI/AAAAAAAAA80/UIViVpjiNYU/s400/Image002+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they as usual used up papers and crayons in the free section..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzdVuEOgE2I/AAAAAAAAA8s/-9CPFgfuxDo/s1600-h/Image003+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419894926460588898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzdVuEOgE2I/AAAAAAAAA8s/-9CPFgfuxDo/s400/Image003+(5).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzdVt9CzA-I/AAAAAAAAA8k/jGFkj11gB7s/s1600-h/Image004+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419894924532450274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzdVt9CzA-I/AAAAAAAAA8k/jGFkj11gB7s/s400/Image004+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After burgers at macdonald, they headed to starbucks to have Ventis of drinks that they regreted after that since it was too throat hurting and then choky as they play their game of life there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzdVttKBocI/AAAAAAAAA8c/JS8R4XtIzis/s1600-h/Image013+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419894920267801026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzdVttKBocI/AAAAAAAAA8c/JS8R4XtIzis/s400/Image013+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they really head home it was already very late...Or Early i should say..And very sleepy after their breakfast of egg/bread/more coffee at Kopitiam which they headed to after spending loads of unrequested time of trying to watch plane fly and land at the viewing gallery through the help of Trolleys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzdVtXAh-AI/AAAAAAAAA8U/1bULotcsIZI/s1600-h/Image014+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419894914322397186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzdVtXAh-AI/AAAAAAAAA8U/1bULotcsIZI/s400/Image014+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have plans to Cycle to Changi runway again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have plans to go prawning in order to find the blue tailed prawn to win a free rod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have plans to go sentosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have plans to play mahjong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have plans to go out and eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have plans to eat sleep and play somemore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S (Male backup dancers in Singapore Idol Looks Kinda Gay...Sorry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know what i've done wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I only tried to try..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then why are you not replying me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Where was the line at first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kenny...Remember you've thrown everything away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BTW &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictonary.com/"&gt;www.UrbanDictonary.com&lt;/a&gt; says i'm the foreskin of an uncircumsied penis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm pround of myself for helping Izzu decode the poem "To His Coy Mistress" &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16076"&gt;www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16076&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-6334843318377459691?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6334843318377459691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=6334843318377459691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6334843318377459691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6334843318377459691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/kennyshengyaoyanhuaizzuddin-is-reported.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzdVuc1VBmI/AAAAAAAAA80/UIViVpjiNYU/s72-c/Image002+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-7530698727098195469</id><published>2009-12-26T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T01:30:10.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas gathering at Ponggol.. 13minutes + 20balloons = breathless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419224704510024290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzT0KA5XWmI/AAAAAAAAA7s/pZRcRxhhuMA/s400/Image007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what else to do with balloons than to tie on your bag and run so it flies behind you =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzT0LJAXYbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/UZYg0FgIDFU/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419224723866739122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzT0LJAXYbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/UZYg0FgIDFU/s400/Image012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went exploring in an abandoned house that used to be occupied by some angmos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419224715302386290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzT0KpGdunI/AAAAAAAAA70/9Pqgv4cCIyU/s400/Image011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzT0K_QIgzI/AAAAAAAAA78/rwoKknq10Do/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419224721248518962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzT0K_QIgzI/AAAAAAAAA78/rwoKknq10Do/s400/Image009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Presents -&gt; 1 Nautica wallet, 1 Converse wallet, 1 Rebok tee, 1 Banana Republic colgone, 1 Toothbrush holder..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i used to have not enough wallet, now it appears i have enough wallet till i last over Uni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The gigantic prawn was captured on about 4am when i cycled to meet ShengYao and John for prawning till 7am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419224729307761730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzT0LdRmzEI/AAAAAAAAA8M/o4-05oQhcXU/s400/Image003+(4).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Come to think of it, i hadn't made any christmas wish before, but looking at things now, i've given up on wishing pretty must... So much for the Wisher..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-7530698727098195469?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7530698727098195469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=7530698727098195469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7530698727098195469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7530698727098195469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-gathering-at-ponggol.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzT0KA5XWmI/AAAAAAAAA7s/pZRcRxhhuMA/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-7834159035123981273</id><published>2009-12-25T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T03:07:13.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; Day where a fat guy in a suit runs about and intruding homes through the chimney and then proceeding to leave a mysterious package in your home before getting out somehow and riding off with his flying reindeer that is probably throughly exhausted from pulling a sleigh which has a giant red bag filled with those mysterious package and a big fat intruder dressed in a suit chanting HOHOHO as he goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-7834159035123981273?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7834159035123981273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=7834159035123981273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7834159035123981273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7834159035123981273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-red-and-green-day-where-fat-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-5322887081582712994</id><published>2009-12-23T02:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T02:46:45.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzELmBem3tI/AAAAAAAAA7U/mJ4ZneyyT4k/s1600-h/22759_247462096328_555076328_4637567_408065_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418124574563163858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzELmBem3tI/AAAAAAAAA7U/mJ4ZneyyT4k/s400/22759_247462096328_555076328_4637567_408065_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzELl6L4KjI/AAAAAAAAA7M/-yOjBtYUWIo/s1600-h/22759_247454906328_555076328_4637512_8029491_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418124572605557298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzELl6L4KjI/AAAAAAAAA7M/-yOjBtYUWIo/s400/22759_247454906328_555076328_4637512_8029491_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hang out day with bro and cousins.. Walkabouts in Ion -&gt; Kinokuniya at Taka -&gt; Dinnering at Marche at 313 @ somerset -&gt; Lan gaming for 3 hours -&gt; home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Going to get a Tarot Deck soon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Balloon Obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Bailout Oppression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418124580693882498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzELmYUSNoI/AAAAAAAAA7c/J0UBQ0pMk5c/s400/22759_247454931328_555076328_4637515_4949647_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because every single time i chose to wait like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418124585087582898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzELmor0wrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/yz6teUj8kn4/s400/22759_247444086328_555076328_4637483_2226605_n.jpg" /&gt;It always ended like this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-5322887081582712994?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5322887081582712994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=5322887081582712994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5322887081582712994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5322887081582712994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-so-i-started-my-balloon-obsession.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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/_Y0XinBpESrg/SzELmBem3tI/AAAAAAAAA7U/mJ4ZneyyT4k/s72-c/22759_247462096328_555076328_4637567_408065_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-368616493672545335</id><published>2009-12-22T02:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:14:22.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Sy_B9n45AzI/AAAAAAAAA7E/5TwVrgZxEQk/s1600-h/letting_go_by_fallinginpanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417762141173777202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Sy_B9n45AzI/AAAAAAAAA7E/5TwVrgZxEQk/s400/letting_go_by_fallinginpanic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Probably just letting go of the hopes, and return to the one day by a time policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its always like this, people i meet usually talks with me for a few days and goes missing then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;disappear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't do nothing bout it, then don't do nothing about it, or so i assume even if it makes an ass out of me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-368616493672545335?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/368616493672545335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=368616493672545335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/368616493672545335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/368616493672545335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/probably-just-letting-go-of-hopes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Sy_B9n45AzI/AAAAAAAAA7E/5TwVrgZxEQk/s72-c/letting_go_by_fallinginpanic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-3258183132127274255</id><published>2009-12-21T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:07:55.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't need you all the time, i just need you when you can.. if you aren't sometimes, i'll simply wait for other times to come.. if you need someone, i'll be that someone.. if you'll need anything i want to be that anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-3258183132127274255?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3258183132127274255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=3258183132127274255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3258183132127274255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3258183132127274255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-need-you-all-time-i-just-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-3157971205616853957</id><published>2009-12-21T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:00:53.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;always in the sidelines...while the rest gets the spotlight.. they go and come back with those momentary frowns telling us how hard is it out there, then they go back where they came from.. No I've tried so hard to stay here, warming the bench. You who don't try as hard frays away, narcissism takes over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know what of you that made me stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know what of you that made me flutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know what of you that made me want to be the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know what of you that made me want to be your best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know what of you that made me ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know what of you that made me long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know what but it took me over and converted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but you could say the same thing to the other him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i might not be the best offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i might not be your good offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i hope i'm still an offer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You might never know this because i'm too afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm fearful that you would just disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;its really a good thing that i'm good at holding back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;its the "i like you but i can't like you" story once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;goodbye loser, hello loserX2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-3157971205616853957?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3157971205616853957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=3157971205616853957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3157971205616853957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3157971205616853957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/always-in-sidelines.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-2176540250035017696</id><published>2009-12-17T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:44:28.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perhaps i shouldn't from the start&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was a mistake to begin&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i had taken my own life&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it never had been mine&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i tried to run away&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it never supposed to be here&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i should have thought&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it never needed any&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i flawed and failed&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i never needed to choose&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it knew me all along&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i hadn't had to fight&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it couldn't be mine anyway&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i should just die off&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i shouldn't care&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i should let go&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i should leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just go curl up somewhere kenny, you're not the hero in any fairytale. Theres no space for your rationality, no place for your indecisiveness, no area for your cautiousness, no way for your cowardice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-2176540250035017696?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2176540250035017696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=2176540250035017696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2176540250035017696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2176540250035017696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/perhaps-i-shouldnt-from-start-perhaps.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-3149645528065088267</id><published>2009-12-16T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:05:05.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 Movies are up today, one with Pam and her sis and the second  one with mum and bro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415506936850532914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Sye-3dGjyjI/AAAAAAAAA60/gwYfiYrI5r8/s400/The-Princess-And-The-Frog-Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Princess and the frog~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well its kind of a typical disney kind of show, luxuary magic, sweet melting happy endings, and destroyed obnoxious villians.Thus predictable... I guess a fairytale isn't too bad once awhile.. Welll its pretty watchable i guess 2.8/5?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415506939856439506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Sye-3oTOSNI/AAAAAAAAA68/4yIEzKCMIKM/s400/b_planet51.jpg" /&gt;Planet 51,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No doubt a cartoonish show, comedy and such, quite funny at times i would say, but its also quite predictable and kinda luck filled like every cartoon... not a bad movie either.. watchable too maybe 2.8/5?&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realized, i'm becoming more and more unwilling to talk...more and more unwilling to share...more and more unwilling to explain...more and more willing to close up..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All the lovey dovey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that my eyes had learnt to shun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my hearts literally in two pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fighting each side to reach a decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Each with their own logic to stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Theres always the 2 decisions to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 risks to take, 2 chances to advance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really don't know.. I'm a screw up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-3149645528065088267?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3149645528065088267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=3149645528065088267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3149645528065088267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3149645528065088267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-movies-are-up-today-one-with-pam-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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/_Y0XinBpESrg/Sye-3dGjyjI/AAAAAAAAA60/gwYfiYrI5r8/s72-c/The-Princess-And-The-Frog-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-4337849736787035111</id><published>2009-12-14T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:53:01.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SyUo8YCWrFI/AAAAAAAAA6s/68FiZbT7Wmk/s1600-h/zcvawdfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414779144692477010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SyUo8YCWrFI/AAAAAAAAA6s/68FiZbT7Wmk/s400/zcvawdfa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SyUo8EVrpYI/AAAAAAAAA6k/mOUkOFN8hPc/s1600-h/adgsdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414779139404834178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SyUo8EVrpYI/AAAAAAAAA6k/mOUkOFN8hPc/s400/adgsdf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SyUn0lbp1EI/AAAAAAAAA6E/t4Pp-XqEHYA/s1600-h/asdafgwe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414777911337669698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SyUn0lbp1EI/AAAAAAAAA6E/t4Pp-XqEHYA/s400/asdafgwe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking of getting the pictures before i actually post something that i've done, but it appears that i've gradually drop the pieces of information, theres a hole in my brain maybe, leaking out memories like a filled bottle with holes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so i've found a really great museum, its called "8Q SAM".. i'm reluctant to share this but seeing that my blog doesn't have much reader i think the secludeness of the museum can be protected... its a place of beautiful instillation art, really abstract and really pretty.. the uniqueness of this place is really quite over the top... nopes its not really just pretty paintings, props and set ups and much more stuff.. you'll be amazed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414779137906651954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SyUo7-wfMzI/AAAAAAAAA6c/aJpm2sNdjSI/s400/Image032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Narnia~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414779128494954866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SyUo7bskGXI/AAAAAAAAA6U/UQ6UQ9jN_-A/s400/Image031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paper Walkway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414779122304610754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SyUo7Eoq8cI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ES0MLPbTv4s/s400/Image000.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The black and white room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched New Moon with ShengYao,Joel,Yanhua.. the other day, it felt really uncomfortable as i felt that new moon was kinda a girl movie, yet 4 grown guys went in... not being sexist here but just weird.. anyway the movie was kinda a bore, well but didn't really expect anything outta it... I didn't had the guts to yell "Cedric!!" and "Sharkboy!!" afterall..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm becoming much more of a jerk i want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i feel like i'm leaving you, not like i have commitments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but the problem is, it didn't fade off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i feel it fluttering, so as though stolen.. I don't know what i want anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-4337849736787035111?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4337849736787035111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=4337849736787035111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/4337849736787035111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/4337849736787035111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-thinking-of-getting-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SyUo8YCWrFI/AAAAAAAAA6s/68FiZbT7Wmk/s72-c/zcvawdfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-8026586988435179963</id><published>2009-12-11T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:07:28.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally the hellish period struck over, surviving on stress along with lack of sleep in a foot race to accompish every assignment just chucked to us mercilessly..&lt;br /&gt;It hadn't fully ended but at least the hell period is gone for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut my hair thin and shorter.. and i'm really still tired from all those fatigues and i believe i'm getting sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya Shai, thanks alot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-8026586988435179963?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8026586988435179963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=8026586988435179963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/8026586988435179963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/8026586988435179963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-hellish-period-struck-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-6360951790501136041</id><published>2009-12-06T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:42:00.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been seriously busy&lt;br /&gt;extremely exhuasted&lt;br /&gt;really faigue-cal&lt;br /&gt;the assignments just came rushing out of no where, each stacked on each other, just collected themselves and burried me underneathe with a tilt of hope glistning every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been really tired&lt;br /&gt;survived on about 4hours per day for the past week, i go to school everyday with a zombie like self,dragging the feet with eyes wanting to close so badly yet they couldn't lullaby me to sleep... i hadn't been doing leisure things for a long time now, i'm finding everything i used to have is breaking out, just drifting away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People has been pushing up their ideal thoughts and views upon me, mainly family, you might think i'm not being sociable, yes i don't deny it but sometimes do you look and ask in an alternative way than you always do? you demand and you request then you push your opinions on me, why hadn't you see yet.. so far i have a reason for everything, you asked me not to promise what i couldn't acheieve but when i don't want to promise, you blame that i don't have the sincerity... the reason why i stay up?? beside the atmosphere of inner peace to really remember myself and not get sucked into your world of opinions, the only way to keep myself, face it already i have my own reason that i don't speak of...&lt;br /&gt;and i don't speak of its because i don't want to, how would you know if i don't speak? sometimes you don't have to, sometimes its just enough to understand i have my reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes like to close my eyes and imagine the calm scenery of a green short grass wavering admist the cool winds, along with the rustling of the lone tree standing tall at the side of this field all covered by a peaceful stretch of baby blue sky with cluttering of white clouds and then i shall walk towards the tree and lie in its shade, just close my eyes again and imagine that nothing was real anymore, i don't have to open my eyes again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you hadn't realize yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;than maybe i'm just too different for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-6360951790501136041?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6360951790501136041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=6360951790501136041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6360951790501136041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6360951790501136041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-seriously-busy-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-140656960396397790</id><published>2009-11-29T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T03:16:25.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chocolate Cupcakes with cheesy frostings today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder if you ever noticed my over obvious hints&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you just choose not to see it, choose to ignore, choose not to answer&lt;br /&gt;so much to the extend that i could write my biography with the questions you don't reply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How far you'll go is how far i'll follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-140656960396397790?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/140656960396397790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=140656960396397790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/140656960396397790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/140656960396397790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/chocolate-cupcakes-with-cheesy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-5286918848660857446</id><published>2009-11-28T03:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:13:01.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SxKPc6bxxvI/AAAAAAAAA5E/14flfjc6Mt4/s1600/12961_223485678297_683938297_4264593_2360749_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409543829310260978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SxKPc6bxxvI/AAAAAAAAA5E/14flfjc6Mt4/s400/12961_223485678297_683938297_4264593_2360749_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sports Camp GL trainning 3 was kinda great in a way, fun.... flour dyed hairs, discreet cheating, balancing skills, guessing situations and reflex movements..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School assignments piling up, crushing us slowly, a stack on top of another, an assignment done to be refilled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little details to thrill the life out of me...&lt;br /&gt;that lingering phone call&lt;br /&gt;those little small questions and answers&lt;br /&gt;even your one word messages.&lt;br /&gt;But trauma takes over&lt;br /&gt;as i fear that i would over-do&lt;br /&gt;the more i talk, the more you fade&lt;br /&gt;facing with the reality of the past&lt;br /&gt;yet trying to form a dream..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-5286918848660857446?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SxKPc6bxxvI/AAAAAAAAA5E/14flfjc6Mt4/s72-c/12961_223485678297_683938297_4264593_2360749_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-8976469903363923304</id><published>2009-11-26T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:21:13.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attachment today was really really tiring, most exhausting, the toddlers were all over everywhere today for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really happy today.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really quite exhilarated, i just really wanna smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If everynight could be today's night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-8976469903363923304?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8976469903363923304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=8976469903363923304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/8976469903363923304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/8976469903363923304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/attachment-today-was-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-1848726563690505352</id><published>2009-11-22T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:47:31.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SwlY8-a4jfI/AAAAAAAAA48/6E64atqBHb0/s1600/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406950632206142962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SwlY8-a4jfI/AAAAAAAAA48/6E64atqBHb0/s400/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SwlY8jhmeQI/AAAAAAAAA40/QSJlTBctsFE/s1600/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406950624986560770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SwlY8jhmeQI/AAAAAAAAA40/QSJlTBctsFE/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cycling to Changi Beach today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you see, the Changi runway wasn't just a joke, you ride on, and you get the sense of dejavu as no matter how long you ride, the end is still as far as you once thought you were.. Though the cool breezes and pretty view certainly was pretty much worth it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i got so tired, every part of me ached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i bit my lips, and stood there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;giving up soon, wanting to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yet memberance of you popped up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so similar to the situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no matter how i rode, how i tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i got nowhere, stuck in quake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then i took my wheels again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;slowly but onwards forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i would reach the end after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;images of you, my salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-1848726563690505352?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1848726563690505352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=1848726563690505352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1848726563690505352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1848726563690505352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/cycling-to-changi-beach-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SwlY8-a4jfI/AAAAAAAAA48/6E64atqBHb0/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-6581523848548893876</id><published>2009-11-22T02:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T03:09:56.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silently we start&lt;br /&gt;a barrier that seperates&lt;br /&gt;violently tugs the heart&lt;br /&gt;only up to time for it to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The focus slowly narrows&lt;br /&gt;isolate the world away&lt;br /&gt;a mixed joy and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;as you in the middle sways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words comes pouring&lt;br /&gt;only to stop as we walk&lt;br /&gt;suffocating as fate mocks&lt;br /&gt;no means to push it soaring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink a wink in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;then take a step to breathe&lt;br /&gt;close my eyes and I debate&lt;br /&gt;rewind to what i would have said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like aways we have to split&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my hand will bid&lt;br /&gt;you go and i would stay&lt;br /&gt;fighting regrets that i don't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light fall and dim&lt;br /&gt;Moon pushes sun away&lt;br /&gt;Night takes over day&lt;br /&gt;then it becomes an illusion i've seen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-6581523848548893876?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6581523848548893876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=6581523848548893876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6581523848548893876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6581523848548893876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/silently-we-start-barrier-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-7674436248845188959</id><published>2009-11-21T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:19:25.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SwbBjWoXIQI/AAAAAAAAA4c/JMInC58p-NI/s1600/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406221215819309314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SwbBjWoXIQI/AAAAAAAAA4c/JMInC58p-NI/s400/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My conscious wouldn't let me go if i fail to blog 2012 and i blogged about Paranormal Activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the respect i have for this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;film&lt;/span&gt; is beyond words actually.. AWESOME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have anyone keeps wondering that the situation and luck in the movies is just simply too far-fetched, impossible at times, and if you wondered that why is the main character is featured but not the rest??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then its really time to wake up, regardless if September has ended or not, ITS A MOVIE, and if they don't feature the main character with his amazing survival and chances, IT"LL BE CALLED REAL LIFE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409544279554628002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SxKP3HuZmaI/AAAAAAAAA5U/xC_JZBTKzPM/s400/12961_218915693297_683938297_4221101_1500467_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sports Camp GL Training Day 2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its much better now, rather than some sit around activity that repeats for a few hours, it's actually enjoyable today, able to participate pretty much today.. However while admiring some forfeit rockstars, accidently my pants ripped and showed my ass to the world.. perfect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409545136265126290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SxKQo_OGYZI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Od7Cn0UDzXo/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her natural eyes are just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mesmerizing, or rather the colour... (Y)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-7674436248845188959?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7674436248845188959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=7674436248845188959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7674436248845188959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7674436248845188959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-conscious-wouldnt-let-me-go-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SwbBjWoXIQI/AAAAAAAAA4c/JMInC58p-NI/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-8043892034681720367</id><published>2009-11-17T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:21:43.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SwIjY5R9CtI/AAAAAAAAA4U/-kb1Of2wWbY/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404921413397973714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SwIjY5R9CtI/AAAAAAAAA4U/-kb1Of2wWbY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well.. Paranormal Activity, the post where Izzuddin is most interested in.. But then again, i'm not exactly gonna say much, just quite a waste of time, it was lame, it was unexpected...ly-lousy.. Totally not a movie they claimed it was, RIP OFF!! in my opinion that was.. 1/5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find a few websites that is literally ruining my life for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.givemehope.com/"&gt;Www.Givemehope.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/"&gt;Www.Fmylife.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylifeisaverage.com/"&gt;Www.Mylifeisaverage.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or easily recognize through&lt;br /&gt;GMH&lt;br /&gt;FML&lt;br /&gt;MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why???&lt;br /&gt;it just seemed so awesome what people do in other countries,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't see strangers entertaining you, to make you laugh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't see pointless conversations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't do awesome stuff like they do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhs if only it would take less outta the guts to do those things here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-8043892034681720367?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8043892034681720367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=8043892034681720367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/8043892034681720367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/8043892034681720367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SwIjY5R9CtI/AAAAAAAAA4U/-kb1Of2wWbY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-2595805998686748813</id><published>2009-11-14T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:31:00.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Sv2XAZpUSxI/AAAAAAAAA4M/_j3Cezi5CQQ/s1600-h/P5270813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403641161054440210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Sv2XAZpUSxI/AAAAAAAAA4M/_j3Cezi5CQQ/s400/P5270813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;raining&lt;/span&gt; season for roughly 2 weeks now, i don't know if i dislike rain anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I resented it due to the dull atmosphere it gives out, just makes you want to slack, sleep and stay silent all day, there also has this sense of depressive aggression that shadows rain and the dark clouds looming above, yet sometimes, you need rain to cuddle up nicely, close your eyes and remember what reality is like, just to stop and feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amidst&lt;/span&gt; the sardined life you lead..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for Sports Camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; at 5:30 today.. was certainly not interesting but wasn't that bad either, awkwardness inevitable..Ended really late, about 9:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadn't started on my 1500 Play Essay thats to be submitted on monday, sighs, how do i live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I usually smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just so if happen you look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-2595805998686748813?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2595805998686748813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=2595805998686748813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2595805998686748813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2595805998686748813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-has-been-raining-season-for-roughly.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Sv2XAZpUSxI/AAAAAAAAA4M/_j3Cezi5CQQ/s72-c/P5270813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-701646704751028763</id><published>2009-11-12T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:38:43.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayyyy, missed out alot of days with things to blog about due to a busy schedule propelled by schoolwork that slowly stacks up and got top-heavy before collapsing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i should just randomly attack the postings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Singapore Arts Museum, got attracted to this painting especially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvwM88Y0NII/AAAAAAAAA4E/1Da3nKQPi7U/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403207894079648898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvwM88Y0NII/AAAAAAAAA4E/1Da3nKQPi7U/s400/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to FATBOY's Hamburger cafe. Had the Elvis burger, most unique burger i've tasted so far. Pork Patty + Peanut Butter + Grilled Bananas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvwM8rQb7KI/AAAAAAAAA38/75vyJQcanbM/s1600-h/Image021+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403207889481100450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvwM8rQb7KI/AAAAAAAAA38/75vyJQcanbM/s400/Image021+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Squishy Bears of playdough from Creative Arts lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvwM8ez9yiI/AAAAAAAAA30/eFZs0WB8kGU/s1600-h/Image013+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403207886140459554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvwM8ez9yiI/AAAAAAAAA30/eFZs0WB8kGU/s400/Image013+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover's land sculpture in Creative Arts Lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvwM8MJRHVI/AAAAAAAAA3s/FF0wAhGNXns/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403207881129532754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvwM8MJRHVI/AAAAAAAAA3s/FF0wAhGNXns/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought from ikea Sweden section. Princess Cake. Ain't bad at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvwM75I5JqI/AAAAAAAAA3k/veMsH8Z-CB0/s1600-h/Image003+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403207876027688610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvwM75I5JqI/AAAAAAAAA3k/veMsH8Z-CB0/s400/Image003+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes you remember every single detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yet it'll never be recognized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-701646704751028763?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/701646704751028763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=701646704751028763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/701646704751028763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/701646704751028763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/okayyyy-missed-out-alot-of-days-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvwM88Y0NII/AAAAAAAAA4E/1Da3nKQPi7U/s72-c/Image024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-3502745774158656509</id><published>2009-11-04T01:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T02:02:42.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBr7Ya6zVI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Cz3t7U-y4W4/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399934621129035090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBr7Ya6zVI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Cz3t7U-y4W4/s200/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBr6Cu1nfI/AAAAAAAAA3M/o1kUyDg9_Cs/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399934598127132146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBr6Cu1nfI/AAAAAAAAA3M/o1kUyDg9_Cs/s200/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBrwKRErnI/AAAAAAAAA3E/S6ghRF3yRAM/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399934428351082098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBrwKRErnI/AAAAAAAAA3E/S6ghRF3yRAM/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBrtKrHDkI/AAAAAAAAA2k/LTD5wUsjns4/s200/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBrCuQEzPI/AAAAAAAAA2c/xOEUKgFj044/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399933647736589554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBrCuQEzPI/AAAAAAAAA2c/xOEUKgFj044/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBrBuLuU3I/AAAAAAAAA2U/QZW3Gwg1Y0w/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399933630538470258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBrBuLuU3I/AAAAAAAAA2U/QZW3Gwg1Y0w/s200/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBrAxHGrqI/AAAAAAAAA2M/2tsUpiuuhtQ/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399933614144532130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBrAxHGrqI/AAAAAAAAA2M/2tsUpiuuhtQ/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBrAEtH_xI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Xe7WzsFcZcs/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399933602224406290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBrAEtH_xI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Xe7WzsFcZcs/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBq_TPOszI/AAAAAAAAA18/dFbAWTDnDLU/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399933588945679154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBq_TPOszI/AAAAAAAAA18/dFbAWTDnDLU/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBqxcX8-KI/AAAAAAAAA10/51NNZHrREbA/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399933350880016546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBqxcX8-KI/AAAAAAAAA10/51NNZHrREbA/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBquIhDK-I/AAAAAAAAA1s/RZrMyQH09jA/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399933294009854946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBquIhDK-I/AAAAAAAAA1s/RZrMyQH09jA/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBqrnhZSjI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Ajrk3SN6Heo/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399933250793196082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBqrnhZSjI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Ajrk3SN6Heo/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBqq7HiR_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/ud3biFgw_mA/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399933238873573362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBqq7HiR_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/ud3biFgw_mA/s200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBqp2vQayI/AAAAAAAAA1U/oAHJ200xPmg/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399933220518128418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBqp2vQayI/AAAAAAAAA1U/oAHJ200xPmg/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doodles in class...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Owl City: &lt;em&gt;Vanilla Twilight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The stars lean down to kiss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I lie awake I miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I'll miss your arms around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll send a postcard to you dear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause I wish you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I watch the night turn light blue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But it's not the same without you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because it takes two to whisper quietly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The silence isn't so bad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Till I look at my hands and feel sad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause the spaces between my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Are right where yours fit perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll find repose in new ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though I haven't slept in two days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But drenched in Vanilla twilight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll sit on the front porch all night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Waist deep in thought because when I think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As many times as I blink I'll think of you... tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll think of you tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When violet eyes get brighter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And heavy wings grow lighter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll taste the sky and feel alive again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'll forget the world that I knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I swear I won't forget you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh if my voice could reach back through the past, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd whisper in your ear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh darling I wish you were here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-3502745774158656509?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3502745774158656509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=3502745774158656509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3502745774158656509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/3502745774158656509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/doodles-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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/_Y0XinBpESrg/SvBr7Ya6zVI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Cz3t7U-y4W4/s72-c/Image031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-6361077088283460189</id><published>2009-11-01T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:57:41.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POS, Pledge Of Silence, Awareness Campaign For AIDS, Silence For 8 Hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my wallet for the second time in this month, the first time was at macdonald in raffles shopping centre, and this time was at kopitiam of white sands and with much thanks and gratitude, i managed to retrieve it with the help of some kind souls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween At Escape after the whole rhaposody, due to the heavy downpour, we went later than we( Izzu,ShengYao,Peidian ) would've wanted, 2 hours of breathing the escapee air.. Firstly a roller coaster ride, followed by Tarot Card Readings and ending it with a Haunted house before disturbing some kid in a scream costume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Stayed Overnight at Changi Airport..Why? Cos We Can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tarot Reading: Why The Rejection? She Feels I'm Insincere.. Move On, Best Time For Relationships, 3years later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-6361077088283460189?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6361077088283460189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=6361077088283460189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6361077088283460189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6361077088283460189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/pos-pledge-of-silence-awareness.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-842986022627558828</id><published>2009-10-29T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:00:33.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Sumyhki_2rI/AAAAAAAAA1M/QbyBiWb8Ufw/s1600-h/2284486778_c47b26cd50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398041918196144818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Sumyhki_2rI/AAAAAAAAA1M/QbyBiWb8Ufw/s400/2284486778_c47b26cd50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of just saying, so now, i'm gonna start doing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Mob Club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Cheesecake Blogshop..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assertive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i tried to donate blood today, filled up forms, parent's consensus, check up, blood test... these took up 2hours, eating an hour into my tutorial class and the best part is? My veins are too small... sighhs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tomorrow, it'll be POS, silence for 8 hours, not too bad and after that Halloween with PeiDian(skeleton),ShengYao(Scream),Izzu(Clown),Kenny(Vampire) at Escape Theme Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;80% of strangers would smile back at you if you smile at them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20% just shuns away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-842986022627558828?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/842986022627558828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=842986022627558828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/842986022627558828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/842986022627558828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-tired-of-just-saying-so-now-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Sumyhki_2rI/AAAAAAAAA1M/QbyBiWb8Ufw/s72-c/2284486778_c47b26cd50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-1292088515314513876</id><published>2009-10-29T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:24:10.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went Halloween Costume shopping today with Sheng Yao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397686038517496194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Suhu2pbruYI/AAAAAAAAA1E/S2f4k_Ckw5k/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bad Looking Hair? Got the message..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really want to join a dance crew and learn&lt;br /&gt;Really want to join a drama company and act&lt;br /&gt;Really want to create my Pranks Club, thus we can create Sudden awkwardness and laughters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-1292088515314513876?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1292088515314513876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=1292088515314513876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1292088515314513876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1292088515314513876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/went-halloween-costume-shopping-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Suhu2pbruYI/AAAAAAAAA1E/S2f4k_Ckw5k/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-594907315157347103</id><published>2009-10-26T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:55:44.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I liked today in fact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess compliments certainly lights up a day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if mine works that way too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kids Amaze today, you know those "playgrounds" we used to spend loads of time in it when we were young,innocent,naive,tiny and flexible. Climbing up and down, with tubes and tunnels leading to each section, completed with diving into ball pits and plastering each other with the plastic/foam balls?&lt;br /&gt;thats the place we went to, almost 120 teenagers were filling up the place today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a strange dream last night...&lt;br /&gt;1. i was being rob then i fought back and ran, he chased me to a mrt station, then proceeded to shove me down into the tracks, with a train rapidly approaching, i quickly climbed up the other side of the platform and faced the train literally 2cm away from my nose...Got send to a police station.. and i forgot&lt;br /&gt;2. I was lost in what seemed to be NgeeAnn Poly in my dream, got mazed around, then led by a senior of my course, went up the escalator to reach my lecture theatre, a tall guy went down the up escalator, senior refused to give way, he proceeded to scold my senior, i stood in between them and told the guy to just let it go, as i turned back, he shoved me, till i was flying for 2seconds and landed in a position where you will see when professional runners are at the start out line, turned behind for blood, he disappeared, and i forgot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-594907315157347103?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/594907315157347103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=594907315157347103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/594907315157347103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/594907315157347103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-liked-today-in-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-2805560176165025453</id><published>2009-10-24T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:34:31.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cycling Day 2, Arms are half baked&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuHoQdX4XgI/AAAAAAAAA00/uP-1eMXtiK8/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuHoQOKi4JI/AAAAAAAAA0s/jMWZGlk8dGU/s1600-h/Image008_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395849193944440978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuHoQOKi4JI/AAAAAAAAA0s/jMWZGlk8dGU/s400/Image008_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuHoPxOWtaI/AAAAAAAAA0k/WLlwQFS3VCk/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395849186175792546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuHoPxOWtaI/AAAAAAAAA0k/WLlwQFS3VCk/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supposingly to look for costumes for halloween but didn't make it, will go to the shop tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395849202767945922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuHoQvCO4MI/AAAAAAAAA08/-lZE8CMvEsw/s400/Image014_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seemed to slowly break away from the habit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Break away from the past&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No longer remember what you were wearing on the first day you came into my life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But still so mesmerized by you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-2805560176165025453?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2805560176165025453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=2805560176165025453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2805560176165025453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2805560176165025453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/cycling-day-2-arms-are-half-baked.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuHoQOKi4JI/AAAAAAAAA0s/jMWZGlk8dGU/s72-c/Image008_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-5533828884594696198</id><published>2009-10-22T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:58:09.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuB9sTHeAAI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KpS4kOheh9Q/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenny Vs Nature in " Moutain Biking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuB9fOj1RGI/AAAAAAAAA0M/wP3WjsFKWqg/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395450329027658850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuB9fOj1RGI/AAAAAAAAA0M/wP3WjsFKWqg/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuB9e9qnjiI/AAAAAAAAA0E/xy0RdsLLBb0/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395450324492717602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuB9e9qnjiI/AAAAAAAAA0E/xy0RdsLLBb0/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way they are changing ponggol, bring unwanted judgement to nature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuB9eh7V51I/AAAAAAAAAz8/of3M8ROyCbk/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395450317046671186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuB9eh7V51I/AAAAAAAAAz8/of3M8ROyCbk/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuB9ecrvJyI/AAAAAAAAAz0/V6ynD-5i0yE/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395450315639039778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/SuB9ecrvJyI/AAAAAAAAAz0/V6ynD-5i0yE/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too selfish to lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too concerned to let loose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-5533828884594696198?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5533828884594696198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=5533828884594696198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5533828884594696198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5533828884594696198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/kenny-vs-nature-in-moutain-biking-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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 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you&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day&lt;br /&gt;cos today, i saw you smiling&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day&lt;br /&gt;cos today, you looked into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day&lt;br /&gt;cos today, we exchanged conversation&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day&lt;br /&gt;cos today, I felt like I moved a step closer&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day&lt;br /&gt;cos today, you accepted my things&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day&lt;br /&gt;cos today, you laughed with me&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day&lt;br /&gt;cos today, you gave me something&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day&lt;br /&gt;cos today, you are here, not there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-897301624245532625?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/897301624245532625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><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-38396663.post-2781517458583430221</id><published>2009-10-17T00:29:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:40:16.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, i breathe the last distasteful aroma, stench emitting from each differential individuals at approximately 8:35 everyday..i chop the last cheque, keyed the last data and filed the last paper, with goodbyes i left with a lightened heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slowly retracked my path back to outram mrt, soaking in a slight mixed feelings that swirled among the matter of past and present, closed my eyes in the setting warm ray, sobering up with the mood affectious songs from my headset, i hurried to Shihui's birthday dinner at Billy's Bomber where i dug in the supposingly famous ribs and a recognised milkshake along with a cup of soup.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all well's and ended with a session of bill splitting with ShiHui,Val,Sarah,Pam, headed off to harbourfront for a 3nights 2 days of superstar virgo, and sea breeze surging through me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a great vacation i would say, even greater with friends i would reckon since there would be times of stupidness and much more activities to get involved with, day passes through mostly of strolling on decks as the cooling wind ravage against our body or freeze during shows and meals..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disembarked to KL for alittle shopping time, Theres quite a few clothings that i would most certainly purchase but yet, the cutting of all the clothings there are rather wide... Correction, HUMONGOUS, thus unable to purchase anything except 2 piece of Tees after 1hr of browsing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall end here without an end and let the pictures tell you the thousand words that the phrase ensures....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393423898224094306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlKdbi_7GI/AAAAAAAAAyk/ag5zZBXWuTI/s400/DSC01149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393423908922472658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlKeDZsONI/AAAAAAAAAys/BK4wmt5Wbio/s400/DSC01151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StiqDPBrTFI/AAAAAAAAAwk/c-KT2qmRZws/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393247526326062162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StiqDPBrTFI/AAAAAAAAAwk/c-KT2qmRZws/s400/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A pathway of differental doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StiqCtbZEUI/AAAAAAAAAwc/KmUE-Elgymw/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393247517307113794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StiqCtbZEUI/AAAAAAAAAwc/KmUE-Elgymw/s400/DSC01025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StiqBxU0x2I/AAAAAAAAAwU/K--B0u-UnBc/s1600-h/DSC01015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393247501173442402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StiqBxU0x2I/AAAAAAAAAwU/K--B0u-UnBc/s400/DSC01015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StiqBfGGhpI/AAAAAAAAAwM/0w-Yy2F_CHg/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393247496279852690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StiqBfGGhpI/AAAAAAAAAwM/0w-Yy2F_CHg/s400/DSC01013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393423923804399858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlKe610aPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/73Y9qr7-6ps/s400/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A glowing pool of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393247485271243922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StiqA2FcfJI/AAAAAAAAAwE/jsvIUdLuEMo/s400/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StitESe4YKI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ZPBV9wPbCqo/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393250842968613026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StitESe4YKI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ZPBV9wPbCqo/s400/DSC01035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Zombification wipe out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StitDh2UAwI/AAAAAAAAAws/dL5nN4Epea0/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393250829913555714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StitDh2UAwI/AAAAAAAAAws/dL5nN4Epea0/s400/DSC01033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With a touch of abnormalties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393250852900089154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StitE3eurUI/AAAAAAAAAw8/m3t3d4pyZFY/s400/DSC01038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Wondering where you could have went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlLSELLEYI/AAAAAAAAAzk/_WUkNApq4tw/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393424802483212674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlLSELLEYI/AAAAAAAAAzk/_WUkNApq4tw/s400/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and how long more before they take me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlLR3yYv5I/AAAAAAAAAzc/fWwqbgd86kA/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393424799158026130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlLR3yYv5I/AAAAAAAAAzc/fWwqbgd86kA/s400/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or leave me at the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlLRZaj5gI/AAAAAAAAAzU/LVh7FpDazn0/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393424791005029890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlLRZaj5gI/AAAAAAAAAzU/LVh7FpDazn0/s400/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Envious of how others as i look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlLQy4t9aI/AAAAAAAAAzM/YxJicHdI1SE/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393424780662535586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlLQy4t9aI/AAAAAAAAAzM/YxJicHdI1SE/s400/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And comes to another start of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlGvwWv3yI/AAAAAAAAAxc/pWdMpySSr1I/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393419815000989474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlGvwWv3yI/AAAAAAAAAxc/pWdMpySSr1I/s400/DSC01063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlGvQHForI/AAAAAAAAAxU/QQduEtG8xv0/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393419806345372338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlGvQHForI/AAAAAAAAAxU/QQduEtG8xv0/s400/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yet i can't help wondering how it'll be, if you are beside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StitF-n0-3I/AAAAAAAAAxM/VOwuhDDESRY/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393250871997168498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StitF-n0-3I/AAAAAAAAAxM/VOwuhDDESRY/s400/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StitFZouHCI/AAAAAAAAAxE/r32vGWXVsls/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393250862068800546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StitFZouHCI/AAAAAAAAAxE/r32vGWXVsls/s400/DSC01049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How much randomness would happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlKfkQgioI/AAAAAAAAAzE/l8rsBSt7oyI/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393423934922197634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlKfkQgioI/AAAAAAAAAzE/l8rsBSt7oyI/s400/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And how much we would experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlKfF1xnCI/AAAAAAAAAy8/XRaQ8s55IcY/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393423926757006370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlKfF1xnCI/AAAAAAAAAy8/XRaQ8s55IcY/s400/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The same view we could appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlJOooCYZI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Y6B5C9twTBo/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393422544525222290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlJOooCYZI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Y6B5C9twTBo/s400/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Yet how could i make a landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlJOMVj2bI/AAAAAAAAAyU/n5Tx2Lklt7A/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393422536931531186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlJOMVj2bI/AAAAAAAAAyU/n5Tx2Lklt7A/s400/DSC01136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or how not to make you trail away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393419824562134258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlGwT-TXPI/AAAAAAAAAxk/5nArP1P01OA/s400/DSC01088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Will being together, unseperated happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlJNr99e2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/vDUYpGy9uQE/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393422528242613090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlJNr99e2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/vDUYpGy9uQE/s400/DSC01127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A meal of two instead of one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlGxhIiHbI/AAAAAAAAAx0/cMAIpJCtDbE/s1600-h/DSC01103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393419845274574258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlGxhIiHbI/AAAAAAAAAx0/cMAIpJCtDbE/s400/DSC01103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; A table for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlGw5ovyVI/AAAAAAAAAxs/h4jB_MEOR9I/s1600-h/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393419834672269650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlGw5ovyVI/AAAAAAAAAxs/h4jB_MEOR9I/s400/DSC01100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A cheer and a toast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393422510722689010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlJMqs4p_I/AAAAAAAAAx8/vLhsXup7_FE/s400/DSC01114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As we share our favourite tiramisu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlJNJ5ugkI/AAAAAAAAAyE/iGbtdzXrWqU/s1600-h/DSC01115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393422519098049090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlJNJ5ugkI/AAAAAAAAAyE/iGbtdzXrWqU/s400/DSC01115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then with coincidence, your name is formed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393424810792337778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlLSjIOQXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/SGDRSKNgFO4/s400/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then i remember, i woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As the times i spent,&lt;br /&gt;Not a minute of awakeness went without you&lt;br /&gt;images of how it could have been&lt;br /&gt;fantasy of you being here&lt;br /&gt;how it great if you and i are we&lt;br /&gt;you are too much...&lt;br /&gt;too much in my head&lt;br /&gt;perhaps in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-2781517458583430221?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2781517458583430221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=2781517458583430221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2781517458583430221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2781517458583430221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/wednesday-i-breathe-last-distasteful.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/StlKdbi_7GI/AAAAAAAAAyk/ag5zZBXWuTI/s72-c/DSC01149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-4266648458419697474</id><published>2009-10-09T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:00:34.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the best day of my job, partly was cos its friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part was cos of i had $7 for practically sitting around doin nothing, loads of people took leave today, thus the office is empty, leaving 3 including me, furthermore my mentor left for the bank for 1hrs 30min, leaving me with no job to do... so all i had to do was to pretend i was busy, flipping through past files with my eyes laying on my phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the MRT back, i witness a scene of humanity's disgrace as the few seconds before the door shut closses, isolating both sides, an old uncle tried his luck to squeeze past the door followed by two ladies most likely in their mid twenties were closely behind, when the doors start to shut tight, the old man struggled to stop in his tracks and somehow managed to right infront of the door but the lady behind him was also rushing, thus to stop herself, she awkwardly and inconsiderately pushed the uncle, causing him to squeeze through the door, stuck involunteery between the two doors, yet thankfully to another man inside the mrt pulling him in and shouting at the girls and the advance technology of sensors, the man was freed in mini seconds, in those split seconds, the other lady quickly pulled the other lady back, preventing her from lurching foward right into the door hard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through this incident, another proof of selfishness in the most inhumane way possible, for the benefit of our own, we step on others unforgivingly.. Yet this isn't an excuse for every mistake, its prolly the same reason with fate, as it is always easy to drop matters with nonchalent ways and excuses such as, "Oh, all human are selfish" and "Regardless of what we do, fate has it for us."&lt;br /&gt;These unplanned reactions are inexcusable and sadly reflections of ourselves, or at least I see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-4266648458419697474?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4266648458419697474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=4266648458419697474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/4266648458419697474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/4266648458419697474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-was-best-day-of-my-job-partly-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-2138740774152469564</id><published>2009-10-08T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:32:20.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heres a little photos to spice up this place, finally overcomed the laziness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Ss4E5vvdkMI/AAAAAAAAAv8/QbTS2Mgx3Ok/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390251194123653314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Ss4E5vvdkMI/AAAAAAAAAv8/QbTS2Mgx3Ok/s400/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Ss4E5AkmaOI/AAAAAAAAAv0/vzaLIyfSqXA/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390251181461629154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Ss4E5AkmaOI/AAAAAAAAAv0/vzaLIyfSqXA/s400/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, SY, Richard, Trev and Joel came to outram to find me after work, planning to have some steam boat, yet the steam boat wasn't buffetish thus headed to my house for a home made conservative steamboat filled with loads of stuff as you could see, a well spent $10 from everyone to have a great and cheap dinner with drinks, was joined by YanHua later on, it was an excellent style to get along, homely, freely and funly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just wished didn't have to waste 4 slices of beef shabu shabu, loads of hotdogs, meatballs and even more cockles..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Ss4E4_xl90I/AAAAAAAAAvs/ISD90my_tpQ/s1600-h/Image013_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390251181247690562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Ss4E4_xl90I/AAAAAAAAAvs/ISD90my_tpQ/s400/Image013_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-2138740774152469564?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2138740774152469564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=2138740774152469564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2138740774152469564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2138740774152469564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/heres-little-photos-to-spice-up-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/Ss4E5vvdkMI/AAAAAAAAAv8/QbTS2Mgx3Ok/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-7283357174507169965</id><published>2009-10-07T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:17:20.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, the third day of work today, just 5 more to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not understand nor do i want to on how do someone work in such boredom, perhaps a matter of habit, i do admit, i don't feel much when i'm working, its like for that period of 9 hours, the zombifying process occurs and everything like a rubber band that strungs back, after work all the dreading begins, the start of the day, you think about work and how long till it ends and at the end of the day, you think about how many hours left do you have till you have to go back to that zombifying process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrifying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fleeting march in the mrt, is a proof of stereotyping, as i walked the path of the grown up in suits,my music skipped a track and i hear the clicks and the clats from boots and heels in unification, it kinda instilled fear of growing up in me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in my fear i thought of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thought of how it was gonna end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or perhaps by miracle start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't help myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dare not say love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i l can't choose who to like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-7283357174507169965?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7283357174507169965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=7283357174507169965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7283357174507169965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7283357174507169965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok-third-day-of-work-today-just-5-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-8902718940237757983</id><published>2009-10-04T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:51:34.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i really hate the feeling of being in an airport, i'm usually like life, honestly elated to be there since i know theres still time, yet as time slowly ticks towards departure, i become more and more reluctant akin to the density of fear and despair that grows, since i know someone is leaving as each plane leaves ground, coming back or not, a future unknown yet. though its a casual trip there but still, it doesn't escape the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOONCAKE FESTIVAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-8902718940237757983?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8902718940237757983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=8902718940237757983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/8902718940237757983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/8902718940237757983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-really-hate-feeling-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-137067184617216534</id><published>2009-09-27T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:50:59.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunburnt from soccer at bishan today, for some reasons my hands are burnt yet not my fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Incidently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking back the trail we strolled, under the dim lights of the night sky the other day which was a crating leap of time away which yellowed and dulled with each passing second. That day you were in tears, while i stood beside helpless, i wanted to help, make it all better, and throw it all away, yet i couldn't.. as we strolled the very same path that i walked across today without you, i couldn't help but to feel the gush of grim... i grasped your hand for a second and pulled you to the mist of the park, trying to set you on the swing, if that was something i could do, yet you didn't, we carried on, i watched while we walked, with my fingers drilling into my skin, trying to figure out some ideas to bring back the cheery you, yet i did nothing but to watch your tears dried up and slowly allowing no more tears to flow.. That was something i didn't sign up for, i wanted to dry your tears for you not to let them dry it up by the harsh air.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it seems that i could do alot of things for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but none that you'll want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-137067184617216534?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/137067184617216534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=137067184617216534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/137067184617216534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/137067184617216534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunburnt-from-soccer-at-bishan-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-2254771394739681939</id><published>2009-09-25T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:46:12.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i've been at home partially procrastinating about finding a job for about a month now, wasting my life away, i don't know how am i gonna survive in the future... so to ease the boredom i am currently playing NEOPETS.... but i swear neopets is discreetly making kids into gamblers, cos i've been playing 90% of card games like poker blackjack on neopets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, went prawning with shengyao yesterday once again, prawning with him is really some serious business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fighting the selfishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-2254771394739681939?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2254771394739681939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=2254771394739681939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2254771394739681939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2254771394739681939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-ive-been-at-home-partially.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-5162774325436468056</id><published>2009-09-19T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:55:38.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cut my hair today, ain't that great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally played soccer today after a month of not kicking a ball.. after 90mins of playing, a heavy bout of rain suddenly poured in admist everything.. We had to stop and moved away from the field..&lt;br /&gt;It was then it dawned upon me, as i stood up and started to take a step into the shelter, it pretentiously recollect to the scene quite distant away, perhaps 3 months..&lt;br /&gt;I remembered drenched, soaking wet from the rain, with cautious steps towards your house, i tried to hide the envelope under my body to keep it dry, i held my breathe and hecticness trying to look alright even in the rain, i called you up to say i've reached your block, meet me at 6th floor.. you came down in your white purple shirt, before you took my sanity away again...hesitantly accepting the envelope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today I Miss You Like Everyday Else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-5162774325436468056?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5162774325436468056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=5162774325436468056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5162774325436468056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5162774325436468056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-finally-played-soccer-today-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-2050333501131411141</id><published>2009-09-19T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:50:36.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hadn't had much to post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GForce 3D was pretty okay&lt;br /&gt;watched it at illuma, the cinema was not as great as i expected though, Flimgarde movies are quite expensive i reckon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously bought 2 shirts from bugis and pennisula respectively, still need to get some polo n tees, perhaps shoes and a backpack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really stumped on the subject of work, i want to work yet, i can't find a work, even if i find a place to work, i'm too shy to ask for the job... The Recoil job beared no fruits i suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda know that i'm losing out but there isn't much i could do against that innocent attitude with that contrasting face, yet i'm the total opposite, innocent appearence yet contrasting attitude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook Keeps kicking me out for god knows what reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Touch My Hand, A Little Too Not Over, Crush by David Archuleta these days along with So Sick - Neyo and Thinking Of You - Katy Perry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see or talk to her or even try to contact her for quite a period of time but i'm drained yet i know this is supposed to be the norm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Craving For Prata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-2050333501131411141?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2050333501131411141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=2050333501131411141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2050333501131411141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/2050333501131411141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/hadnt-had-much-to-post-gforce-3d-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-6883902281663464280</id><published>2009-09-12T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:11:21.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went Cathay to watch Dance Flick which was quite horrible actually, it wasn't exactly funny, there wasn't exactly a story and it was only 80mins... or maybe luckily it was only80 mins? $6 wasted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went wandering about from dhoby ghaut to orchard after a quick lunch at nishi mura with shengyao and yanhua.. 3pm-8pm of walking about ion, and everywhere else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just can't forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with immerse efforts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to push as to shun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;only to fail and prevail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sinned within innately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;slightly and slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;take me away tenderly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from which i attract constantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dissuading added on rejection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all harping against my affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little and little chained to dejection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;devouring the heart section by section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Consumed with fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;knowledge of impossibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;accustomed to failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for my flawless imperfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-6883902281663464280?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6883902281663464280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=6883902281663464280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6883902281663464280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6883902281663464280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/went-cathay-to-watch-dance-flick-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-6271274569502714069</id><published>2009-09-09T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:38:41.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANNA WORK... it appears that i've been rotting rotting and nothing else but decomposing at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to lunch at Hougang mall with mum and bro at Ichiban...&lt;br /&gt;then after that, as we walked around, a lady of about 40-50 approached us, initating and convincing me and my brother to go for a blood test, to find out what type is our bone marrow, and if there is a match, we could be the only donor that could save the life of the patient..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they kinda used a clip to puncture a hole in the left  thumb then just squeeze some blood out on the paper.., it isn't really pain i guess, its more of irritating and annoying sting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking.. How great would it be, to just meet a stranger that you could be the salvation for, and simply greet them, thanking you rentlessly, and inside you would probably swell up in pride and self-respect... Yet would you dare to be the salvation of someone you wouldn't even know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-6271274569502714069?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6271274569502714069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=6271274569502714069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6271274569502714069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/6271274569502714069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-really-really-wanna-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-4551863734003194411</id><published>2009-09-08T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:23:00.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You wake up, in a dream&lt;br /&gt;you realize, something you hadn't&lt;br /&gt;you figured out the desire&lt;br /&gt;you reflect rentlessly&lt;br /&gt;to acknowledge or repulse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-4551863734003194411?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4551863734003194411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=4551863734003194411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/4551863734003194411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/4551863734003194411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-wake-up-in-dream-you-realize.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-1794400028808965114</id><published>2009-09-07T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:45:43.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dinner with half of the 4e08 and Ms Tan, THANK YOU FOR THE TREAT MISS TAN!..&lt;br /&gt;i think we ripped her off, $344.++ at Orchard's Sakura&lt;br /&gt;was bloated and sprawled all over the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps You were always right&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was wrong to ward it off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-1794400028808965114?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1794400028808965114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=1794400028808965114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1794400028808965114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1794400028808965114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/dinner-with-half-of-4e08-and-ms-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-1563535794627052794</id><published>2009-08-30T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:07:15.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched Year One the other day, 3rd movie of the week, my wallet has plasters on them.. it was alright i guess, lame till funny kinda flim.. 3/5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when you look back in your memories, deep inside somewhere, you knew a person, which started off from a stranger who you never thought you would know, and slowly with time as judge, you became close friends with, as you got closer, you might think that you know this person well, but in actual fact you don't... That very stranger that became your good friend, you slowly get repulsed and irritated with that friend of yours, and slowly you find that you unconsciously reject your friend that reluctantly tries to amend, but no, you don't ease up, you badger that friend even more, every word you deny and every action you brush away.. then you find the distance slowly enlarging, theres this barrier that momentally formed after your constant signs of avoidance, then uncomfortness kicks in, then you find the relationship fades away, and slowly you distant.. you cannot see it but that very person is human too, he feels the hurt from your constant reprimandation for being himself.. then you find yourself being shunned by that very person you shut away... and in the future, you find might possibly find yourself haunted with regrets and try to make amendments, but a broken relationship needs more than you can even give, even if you managed, it'll never be the perfect feeling in the past&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-1563535794627052794?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1563535794627052794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=1563535794627052794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1563535794627052794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1563535794627052794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/watched-year-one-other-day-3rd-movie-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-5442528244442424128</id><published>2009-08-27T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:32:19.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Midnight Fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i speak for more than one person other than myself, but the reason, the truth of why we stay up late into the night or early into the morning, is not just because we don't want the day to end but the looming darkness that present itself upon us, sparkles an undeniably charm, a jewel of self reflection, self pity, self deception, self fantasy, self interaction is born within us during this period of time, it strangely makes us think even clearer than usual, it rings a tune in our mind and heart, a tune of escaping, its a moment where you're alone and you feel like its another world, a world of peace and serenity, a world where it is truly yours... and with these reasons, we're enstrangled and enticed into the midnight fantasy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-5442528244442424128?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5442528244442424128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=5442528244442424128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5442528244442424128'/><link rel='self' 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already did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be that i've succumb to my fate&lt;br /&gt;maybe a few steps too late&lt;br /&gt;trapping myself in delusions&lt;br /&gt;with all the deceiving illusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried with my heart&lt;br /&gt;but reciprocate isn't what i expected&lt;br /&gt;i know, yet its too difficult to part&lt;br /&gt;before i knew it, i'm already infected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i've had one look too much&lt;br /&gt;maybe its a stab too painful&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its too much for me to judge&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i've already been too sinful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-253395298927825396?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/253395298927825396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday was a cousin outing night, went to ps, walked around, had dinner and went for beancurd then home...thanks inez,jackie,jj for treats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was another busy day, went for my cousin baby's full month shower... the baby was so tiny and till i can figure out how to upload the photo from my phone since my bluetooth doesn't work, i'll just leave it like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday comes and at about 2pm i have Principal and Practical of Classroom Management(PPCM), the last piece of exam paper i'll see before going on my 2month break, woke up at about 8:40 and reached school by 10:15 to start studying, i mean start as in start literally.. the paper wasn't that bad i guess, but it seemed unbelievable since the scores given are high for the question and my answer was half a page long... didn't seem that i could obtain good marks...&lt;br /&gt;o well =)&lt;br /&gt;then after exam, went with Rachael,her bf, Kethyln, Hamidah, Rafidah O Ma, Bingxue and Peiqi Nuna to watch ORPHAN! at The Cathay, the story was really nice i reckon, scary meter was okay i think, but scare-able i guess.. 4/5 for me =)&lt;br /&gt;after that to Lao Pa Sar for dinner and Fabulous Cream( city link icecream parafait ) for supper before heading home...&lt;br /&gt;not a bad day at all&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-3938072232008543544?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3938072232008543544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=3938072232008543544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Thanks Everyone for yesterday (and today) =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372447990553586866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/So7E-6M1LLI/AAAAAAAAAvU/gG1Q0Qsw-w8/s400/PA180964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some Prawning Photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/So7E_r7UOLI/AAAAAAAAAvk/P2u7hFeRI-k/s1600-h/P9180958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372448003901896882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/So7E_r7UOLI/AAAAAAAAAvk/P2u7hFeRI-k/s400/P9180958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/So7E_T-UqeI/AAAAAAAAAvc/-YnhpY9dliQ/s1600-h/P9180953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372447997472057826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0XinBpESrg/So7E_T-UqeI/AAAAAAAAAvc/-YnhpY9dliQ/s400/P9180953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-972147781924254358?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/972147781924254358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=972147781924254358' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38396663.post-241791921844017931</id><published>2009-08-17T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:38:04.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prawning with SY today, it was a lousy morning to prawn...hardly any prawns. caught 11 prawns, 5 by me 6 by sy.. the boss there gave us 3 extra prawns though..&lt;br /&gt;but 14 prawns for 30dollars isn't worth it..&lt;br /&gt;its okay, wasted efforts just means that it can't be any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just figured that my shift key is faulty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to korean songs(2 in particular) for a change, it certainly is catchy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-241791921844017931?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/241791921844017931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=241791921844017931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/241791921844017931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/241791921844017931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/prawning-with-sy-today-it-was-lousy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-8514659682267231630</id><published>2009-08-16T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:18:45.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A choking feeling&lt;br /&gt;with the lump in my throat&lt;br /&gt;a choice between reeling&lt;br /&gt;or just stagnatly float&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A choice to decide&lt;br /&gt;A decision to choose&lt;br /&gt;Moment of folly to fight&lt;br /&gt;or a constrict to loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in delusion&lt;br /&gt;disregardlessly i suspect&lt;br /&gt;in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;regardlessly i sustain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy i enveloped&lt;br /&gt;lies i surround&lt;br /&gt;The truth i understood&lt;br /&gt;Yet a fake i chose to live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-8514659682267231630?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8514659682267231630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=8514659682267231630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/8514659682267231630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/8514659682267231630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/choking-feeling-with-lump-in-my-throat.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-1245897265370396359</id><published>2009-08-16T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:13:06.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pretential&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-1245897265370396359?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1245897265370396359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=1245897265370396359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1245897265370396359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/1245897265370396359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretential.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-7281723211220926304</id><published>2009-08-14T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:36:24.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brother's treat to OUTBACK STEAKHOUSE today =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really good, i recommend it thought its alittle pricy and the meat aren't really cooked to our wants, e.g?  I ordered Medium Well i got Medium, bro ordered Medium, got Medium Rare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally ITA1 will come to an end tml, presentation will be a piece of cake, i will take it and eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for tml= School for presentation, Outing with Shar,Ther,Pam... Then meet with PQ and Airport to send bro off to Taiwan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-7281723211220926304?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7281723211220926304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=7281723211220926304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7281723211220926304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/7281723211220926304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/brothers-treat-to-outback-steakhouse.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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-38396663.post-5780626099056914004</id><published>2009-08-13T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:46:19.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITA PBL is pissing off everyone, yet we are still chionging headon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to sister tan(sarah) now i harbor thoughts of opening my cheesecake shop.. details other day =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38396663-5780626099056914004?l=wishing-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5780626099056914004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38396663&amp;postID=5780626099056914004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5780626099056914004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38396663/posts/default/5780626099056914004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishing-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/ita-pbl-is-pissing-off-everyone-yet-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenny Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756381787868349907</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></feed>
