<?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-8697446373690223854</id><updated>2011-09-06T23:48:02.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Of A Loner -_-'</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ki3r@N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230434560532616793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697446373690223854.post-2288213501229026111</id><published>2011-09-06T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T23:48:02.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck the World</title><content type='html'>The world is full of shit. I fucking swear, that i know of douchebags, who makes fun of others, to put themselves higher.These people should bang a mother fucking wall. It's tough enough that the society is giving us soo much stress. So FUCK OFF! So recently, i've been called gay boy. By this fucking fat fuck, who thinks he fits in with the "ahbeng" image. I mean, fuck, who u trying to kid? My great-ancestors? Your "friends" only treat u as their fucking cash cow, you Dumb fuck. Chillax-ing...... But seriously, i dont even get why this asshole want make life difficult for me, even when there is only like a few more months of being his classmate. Then i'm off.... i'm taking another path, so do me a favour? Just fuck off? Live ur life, and i'll live mine. *To The Fullest*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont give a damn, if people happen to see this, because i've been thinking, and yea, why make myself miserable, over someone who fucking looks like shrek with freaking spasm&amp;gt;? I'mnot the one with the video on youtube " Singapore Spasm" Although i might have been in it to mock you. But guess what, looking back, i totally think u deserve it:D Suck on that bitch:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, i dont mind being a loner, i dont mind being called whatever shit, i know there will be occasional emo-ing, but that's what a teenager's life is made of . Drama , Emotions , Pressure , Relationship issues , Envy , Social status , School , Internet , Oppresion and Negativity. AKA ( DEPRESSION).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, what i'm trying to say is " Fuck the world " and the people who screws others life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697446373690223854-2288213501229026111?l=confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/2288213501229026111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697446373690223854&amp;postID=2288213501229026111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/2288213501229026111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/2288213501229026111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuck-world.html' title='Fuck the World'/><author><name>Ki3r@N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230434560532616793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8697446373690223854.post-6344167063468404418</id><published>2010-01-25T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:45:42.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5otyB-X6Pks/S12rGRU61yI/AAAAAAAAAQY/QzlKLpMUK3M/s1600-h/hate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5otyB-X6Pks/S12rGRU61yI/AAAAAAAAAQY/QzlKLpMUK3M/s320/hate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430684849897396002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Argh!!! I dunnoe why but im feeling really really frustrated. Like,everything around me irritates me now.Friends,Family,School-mates and everything. I know everyone has their own problems, but dont i have problems of my own to handle and solve. Haiis, today in school was like uber emo. Due to......... but anyways! I hate school now.... Its really stressful. However, i got 2nd place in class for physics today. YEA!I think i wanna do better for every subject so i can have the joy of topping that class. Anyways,i really hate in when friends u know, forget u and make u look all  over for them. And recently i also noticed that people in OYC are starting to hate me too. I think the first one who is gonna hate me is (     ).Haiis.... BORED, BORED, Bored.... Life is tiring. Sometimes,i just wanna end it in a snap of my fingers. ANyways,wrote a new song but i dont rlly know wad to name it. I dont even know wad to blog bout.. DAMMIT!.... Oh yah! today i ran damn freaking fast to go get jonathan guitar,which i left at kfc . If i run like that for 2.4,i'll probably top man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     ZZZ..... really tired.DAmn DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN..... Haiis. Frustrated. Anyone sees this can comment ? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697446373690223854-6344167063468404418?l=confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/6344167063468404418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697446373690223854&amp;postID=6344167063468404418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/6344167063468404418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/6344167063468404418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/2010/01/argh-i-dunnoe-why-but-im-feeling-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Ki3r@N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230434560532616793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5otyB-X6Pks/S12rGRU61yI/AAAAAAAAAQY/QzlKLpMUK3M/s72-c/hate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697446373690223854.post-4009898913160975172</id><published>2010-01-16T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:01:21.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    STALKER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5otyB-X6Pks/S1GiCDBf5UI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KM9VpeatiKc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 91px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5otyB-X6Pks/S1GiCDBf5UI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KM9VpeatiKc/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427297182013187394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; OMG!!! I have a stalker. Haha...Been soo long since i've blogged.And everytime i start blogging, i'll blog bout something or someone.But WAIT! i wanna say something " HI STALKER!!!" .... LMAO. Anyways, back to the real stuff... Hmm, I think i wanna talk bout friendships,relationships and companionship. Although all 3 have pretty similar meanings,i still wanna talk about it. If u dont really wanna listen or think its dumb, u can always turn to the ' x ' button at the top right of the screen.Anyways, friendships is really important in life. At least to me it is. Without friends , i'll really be a loner who lives in my own world, and probably emo at one corner. And u know wad i think bout that? IT's "PHYSCOTIC".... Lols... Heh, if u wanna have friends and backstab them or do stuff that makes them suffer, you aint fit to be a friend, you aint even fit to be a human being. Anyways, recently one of my friends was like " Emo-ing" and telling herself/himself that living in this world is very painful and all. And heh! take note that this "person" aint really my friend, cuz i don really like this "person" but i call him/her a friend cuz i don wanna use the word 'Enemy'. Anyways, so this is wad i told her/him. " Heh, living in this world should be a blessing for you, if u really think that die-ing solves ur problem,guess again.That "problem!" that you had, will be passed on to your loved ones, friends,siblings and those who know you". And my friend was like............ Hahah.... Stunned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  Next, Relationships. Lemme tell u the truth, if u aint happy or u aint being yourself with ur stead, or wadever u call it, JUST BREAK UP. Seriously, wads the point of being together,when u cant even be who u are? I mean    " who knows  if u two will be together forever, or even get married".? Like wads the point? And if you are in a relationship, and the other party is like a masochist, just tell him" "Hey! Nice knowing you,and nice knowing ur good friends,"ATTITUDE AND TORTURE". Like recently i have this friend, who is a girl.She is like a nice girl that is really easy to befriend with. She entered a relationship,but the thing is that she gets hurt by the guy soo often. In this case, i always tell her" Wads the point?" "find someone better". Like Wth? Does he deserve someone like you? NO! If he is going to be such an ass, then tell him to buzz off and don regret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  Finally, Companionship. I can say that for me, companionship plays quite an important roll in my life. I need companions beside me and with me.Therefore, i don need other people to come  tell me what i should be like, or wad should i be doing. So people like, TQRH,BC,LWX. "Nice knowing you,and guess wad? " Buzz off cuz seriously it irritates me when u  act like somebody big or proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; HEHEHE....Anyways,hope u guys/gals,pls comment.And heres something for you to keep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Never take friends for granted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;         Hold your friedships  close to your heart ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;         Because you might wake up one day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;         And realise you've lost a diamond ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;        While you were too busy collecting stones. &lt;/span&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Credits: Kieran.P (PkN.14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697446373690223854-4009898913160975172?l=confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/4009898913160975172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697446373690223854&amp;postID=4009898913160975172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/4009898913160975172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/4009898913160975172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/2010/01/stalker-omg-i-have-stalker.html' title=''/><author><name>Ki3r@N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230434560532616793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5otyB-X6Pks/S1GiCDBf5UI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KM9VpeatiKc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697446373690223854.post-7994253949369987919</id><published>2009-12-05T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:16:10.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5otyB-X6Pks/Sxp5MhulWtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BcXErTj5a50/s1600-h/Lifetime_Promise_by_ArhcamtIlnaad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5otyB-X6Pks/Sxp5MhulWtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BcXErTj5a50/s320/Lifetime_Promise_by_ArhcamtIlnaad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411771158358219474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;This Post is just  promises to myself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I Kieran.P  promise to change and put on my new self, in the best time possible. Which is now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;               I also promise to control my temper with ( M) . And if he shows any attitude to me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                i'll just say it into his face:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697446373690223854-7994253949369987919?l=confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/7994253949369987919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697446373690223854&amp;postID=7994253949369987919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/7994253949369987919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/7994253949369987919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-post-is-just-promises-to-myself-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ki3r@N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230434560532616793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5otyB-X6Pks/Sxp5MhulWtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BcXErTj5a50/s72-c/Lifetime_Promise_by_ArhcamtIlnaad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697446373690223854.post-1197622544791226315</id><published>2009-12-04T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:39:36.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5otyB-X6Pks/SxksI0VSwFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1MxF8VBFHSQ/s1600-h/n684598238_857255_1804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5otyB-X6Pks/SxksI0VSwFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1MxF8VBFHSQ/s320/n684598238_857255_1804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411404957260890194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Attitude! Am i limited to have that problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     I know what attitude is and i dont plan on changing the meaning of it. But decided to blog about from a personal point of view. HAHA... Does that makes sense? I dont really care. I know i have attitude problems and all,  but can u gurantee with me that u dont have it too? I mean everyone in this world may be suffering from this  " Attitude Disease". Haiis... I totally think all my friends have it. And even my Family. *Note to self* (Dont take it on those woman 50 years old and above... They are menopausing.) HAHAH.... Back to serious business. Sorry to say, those who has attitude problems should just kindly back away from me. I aint gonna stand at one side and take all that crap from you. :)  Or maybe take this idea in mind" Bang that wall u see behind you!"Lmao.... &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;        Anyways, been busy with Christmas carnival preparation. I feel that this time, Our youths are  stepping out of their shells and becoming more out-going:). I totally dig it. I wanna be someone worthy to be called a child of God. Talking bout God, during the youth camp(which took place last month-and i was lazy to post bout it(: .....)i made my own decision to stand and tell God " Dear Father, I want to put on my new self". I'm still trying my best, but sometimes its really hard to stay away from sin. HAHA... Oh ya! If any 3B people see this " I'm going to be nerd next year" HAHA.... I wanna strive academically too.  KAMBATE!  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;        Finally, i wanna talk but friends. Well at least My Friends.:) I believe i have quite alot of friends, but surprisingly, i cant say that all of them are good. And Shockingly, even my good friends AKA my Brothers and Sisters sometimes are soo irritating, that i feel like shouting in their faces. I remember how notorious i  was before i went to Oasis 153, i was like getting into fights, helping my friends smuggle drugs and contraband, and even making the teachers cry. Looking back at how i behaved, i feel that i was such a jerk:). Haiis.... Tell me wad i've done wrong in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I LOVE MY GOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (This is the dance that i'm gonna dance to with my other friends for Christmas Carnival)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RuqFTj3aTNs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RuqFTj3aTNs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697446373690223854-1197622544791226315?l=confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/1197622544791226315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697446373690223854&amp;postID=1197622544791226315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/1197622544791226315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/1197622544791226315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/2009/12/attitude-am-i-limited-to-have-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ki3r@N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230434560532616793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5otyB-X6Pks/SxksI0VSwFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1MxF8VBFHSQ/s72-c/n684598238_857255_1804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697446373690223854.post-4452976599382828389</id><published>2009-11-29T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:41:54.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5otyB-X6Pks/SxJsBbIYboI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ew3XvlO7h0A/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5otyB-X6Pks/SxJsBbIYboI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ew3XvlO7h0A/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409504874143968898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  Friends??? (Whats the real meaning behind this Big Word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow... Isnt it truly amazing how friends are a Human-ish being that from young, in our kindergardens or primary schools, Friendships are already fostered.Anyways i went to search the meanings of friends and here it what i gathered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;a person who gives assistance; patron; supporter: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;friends of the Boston Symphony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Who goes there? Friend or foe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;a member of the same nation, party, etc.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When i looked at these right....It dawned upon me that " This aint the real meaning of friends". So here is wad i think bout friends. Firstly, friends are people who pretty much are attached to you through feelings. But HEY! The thing is. Sometimes they dont really care or know that they hurt ur feelings.The irony huh!!!Secondly, yea they accept u,support you. But sometimes they put you down and when u need them the most, they dissappear. Thirdly, They may be on good terms with you but, how long do u think that will last?And lastly,why must friends be of the same nation.?!?!?!.... Anyways, Recently stuff have been going on and it really caused me to think can i survive that long with my circle of friends. Yea we have ups and down,and nicknames and stuff but how long will that last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Recently I've been quite upset with people calling me Fat-ass or Average american size. It still means the same thing. But i pretty much make it seem like i dont care.But seriously, if given a choice i would wanna be SLIM like anyone... So wad if u guys are skinny and all muscular? Does that make u a better person.? No, Not really! By putting others down it doesnt mean u are a better person.And this cause that emotional side of me to think. " Maybe its all my fault.If i hadnt made u a friend,i wouldnt hang out with you" Haha... I've pretty much said everything in a moment of anger, but isnt it good if those people who actually said that reflect too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Haiis, Days go by and so does our lives and everyday is a day closer to dying.So why not live life with no regrets and more friendships that are Firm.When a child lives in acceptance and friendships are made, This child would grow up to love and to care. Dont u find this line true? Haiis.... I think i need a chill pill,or maybe do my alone time. But if anyone sees this, i hope it may help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697446373690223854-4452976599382828389?l=confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/4452976599382828389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697446373690223854&amp;postID=4452976599382828389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/4452976599382828389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/4452976599382828389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-whats-real-meaning-behind-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ki3r@N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230434560532616793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5otyB-X6Pks/SxJsBbIYboI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ew3XvlO7h0A/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697446373690223854.post-6626678496821745149</id><published>2009-11-20T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:10:39.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5otyB-X6Pks/SwailygZ2nI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5xAe1bof5XM/s1600/8819_135689413238_684598238_2264952_6168281_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5otyB-X6Pks/SwailygZ2nI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5xAe1bof5XM/s320/8819_135689413238_684598238_2264952_6168281_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406187172801403506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Fun-Filled DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow! Today soo fun. Started out by going to West Mall to buy my long awaited jacket. AND GUESS WAD!!! It was no longer on sale.So i decided to go to VIP and check it out. But all the jackets there changed le and i was once again left dissapointed. So i went with JonJon&amp;amp;Siyuan to buy sushi. We buy le, then walk to Roujuan house downstairs and gobble our food ...LOLS...And when i decided to call Roujuan down,she popped out of no where...Lmao.In Uncle David's term it'll go something like "SPOOKY!" Hahaha..ROFL! And it was raining heavily,so Jonjon go his house take umbrella for me and Siyuan.Then we left for our 2nd Home (OYC Youth Centre). The way to there was super cool larhs. Like Waterfall. O.o... Hahaha...Damn High now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways,went OYC play pool and i was like leading 7 seven Games:) Happy liao.... HAHA , THen got DAnce practice for "We Are The Reason"The Bridge part is like Fantastico. ...After which was followed by Devotion and Camp briefing.HAHAHAH...So fun. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyways,Centre closed and We went KFC eat... Lols. NO MUSIC,So me and Rickson say we play scissors,paper,stone.Loser ask Manager on Music...LOLS...So cute siaz (Manager look like potato):P Anyways,Rickson Lost.... Muahahaha...tsk tsk .So he go ask Manager on music. Me,James,Florence,Rickson,Siyuan &amp;amp; Jonjon went to Tuition place slack. So fun. HAHA we tried out alot of songs and stuff.HAHAMe and James were like having fun using alot of other voices to sing.MUHAHAH... i think the video is going be on FaceBook. Tsktsk. Haiis. Feeling soo high now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New Column on my Blog- New word of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Felish...a.k.a ( Shut up!)&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lols...Anyways.Gonna go now...Leave tags k? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697446373690223854-6626678496821745149?l=confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/6626678496821745149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697446373690223854&amp;postID=6626678496821745149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/6626678496821745149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/6626678496821745149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-filled-day-wow-today-soo-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Ki3r@N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230434560532616793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5otyB-X6Pks/SwailygZ2nI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5xAe1bof5XM/s72-c/8819_135689413238_684598238_2264952_6168281_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697446373690223854.post-6000193940868453729</id><published>2009-11-19T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:45:46.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  Screwed Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Damn...Just went down to have my hair cut. Wth dude...i was like walking down with high hopes that it would be the Japanese girl who helps me cut my hair...But NO! It was this chinese guy...Argh! I thought 'Must as well give it a try' So i just told him wad i wanted and he helped me cut...When he was done... My heart almost fell out... Not because i was touched or anything, but i was soo freaking pissed....Now i look soo nerdy and small boy.ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone help me...Haiis... I feel soo retarded...HAhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697446373690223854-6000193940868453729?l=confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/6000193940868453729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697446373690223854&amp;postID=6000193940868453729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/6000193940868453729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/6000193940868453729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/2009/11/screwed-up-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Ki3r@N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230434560532616793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8697446373690223854.post-8660555364469694297</id><published>2009-11-18T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:21:11.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I decided to revive this BLOG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5otyB-X6Pks/SwQCqwewy6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/cSiOBDIQrho/s1600/n684598238_2507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5otyB-X6Pks/SwQCqwewy6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/cSiOBDIQrho/s320/n684598238_2507.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405448386343127970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wow! Its been really long since i last Blogged... Haiis, I guess i will commit more to my posts and also to share my feelings more here. Recently my phones were stolen. HAH! Dont those people who steal from someone they know feel bad or guilty? Dont they think on "What if that person was them?" "What if the handphone which was stolen was theirs?" Dont they have any Heart? I mean,how would u guys feel if i took ( NO!... I Steal) your phone? At these times i really felt weak on God. I felt that he wasnt there at all... I lost all my precious memories of me and my Eldest sister when my first phone was stolen. And just when i was getting over it and collating new memories i can keep.Someone comes along and takes it away. I really felt like going back to Emo-ing.I made songs bout God not being with me and all... Funny huh?!?! But wad i did'nt realise was God actually loves me ALOT. And he has his own ways to be there for me. He provided me with Friends from church. They really are like a family to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i also been thinking alot. Like sometimes when i'm in a hawker centre and my friends make fun of those cleaner auntie i start thinking. " Haiis, What if those people were related to you" But that didnt keep me away from making fun of some others. I really feel that i want to change, I start reading God's word and alot,but somehow,that flame really dimmed... I'm starting to find that strong spark to re-start my spirit's fire. Heh!Another thing comes along... People just dont care about one another's feeling huh?!?! Seriously... All i get from everybody is ( Fat-ass, or just some attitude) Is there no compliments? Cant i be the one giving attitude??? So what if i'm fat? I'm not over-weight. does it rlly concern you? its not like u'll die with me not in ur life??? Feels like i'm targetting some people but seriously... why isit always my fault??? In the end? its always me who apologize....WOW! Even sometimes it shocks me that these people are very close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on monday i went to Sentosa with my church friends. I can tell we really are bonded in many ways. We stepped out from our shells and had fun. We even created our own playing ground. And games to entertain ourselves. We were soo happy larhs. Even when i showed uncle the video of our punishments for losing the games.He said"Wow, That looks like fun"... Weird huh? Why doesnt uncle say that when our youth organise games for evryone?haiis.... soo much on my mind. Next time then post bahs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697446373690223854-8660555364469694297?l=confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/8660555364469694297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697446373690223854&amp;postID=8660555364469694297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/8660555364469694297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697446373690223854/posts/default/8660555364469694297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-my-sins.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-decided-to-revive-this-blog.html' title='I decided to revive this BLOG!'/><author><name>Ki3r@N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230434560532616793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5otyB-X6Pks/SwQCqwewy6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/cSiOBDIQrho/s72-c/n684598238_2507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
