<?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-30998667</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:20:44.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998667.post-3527315454025418027</id><published>2010-08-06T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:40:26.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After considering for quite a while, I decided to post my friendlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Phoebe Tan (Dunman sec) : You're one of my best friends and my best female friend. I am sorry that I am currently treating you terribly. But no matter what you have or will become, bear in mind I will be there for you. Really hope you can approach me if you need any sort of help. You probably will not. But at least know that the option is there for you, I will try my best to help. Oh ya, NO E-LEARNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Primary School best friends: Thanks for changing my life, I will be much different without you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) DHS Squadmates: Dunno what to say... sure that our bonds will remain even after we graduate.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)All my classmates or ex-classmates or ppl i know: Some of you all are my good friends, some of you all are my enemies. So good luck and bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list only encompasses my friends which means that lover&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;,Gf&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; are not inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare to move a muscle, if theres no instruction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-3527315454025418027?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/3527315454025418027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-considering-for-quite-while-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/3527315454025418027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/3527315454025418027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-considering-for-quite-while-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-4867799934463831329</id><published>2010-07-29T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:34:03.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what's left for me to do for u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-4867799934463831329?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/4867799934463831329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-left-for-me-to-do-for-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/4867799934463831329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/4867799934463831329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-left-for-me-to-do-for-u.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-2710146997849922224</id><published>2010-07-26T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:36:18.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If it is so easy to let you go, I would have done that long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-2710146997849922224?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/2710146997849922224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-it-is-so-easy-to-let-you-go-i-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/2710146997849922224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/2710146997849922224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-it-is-so-easy-to-let-you-go-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-282799496992685337</id><published>2010-07-17T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T17:19:31.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even if you want me to get out of your life, don't fall back down again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-5399033826795139119</id><published>2010-07-07T23:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:24:10.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its killing me. The person I want to protect most is falling deeper and deeper. My hands are weak, but I want to see her climb back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-5399033826795139119?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/5399033826795139119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-killing-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/5399033826795139119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/5399033826795139119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-8978040554737712142</id><published>2010-07-03T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:18:21.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe its my fault for failing to save u in time. But how to save a person who murdered you? How? I wasn't give the time to even close my eyes in my death. The person I love is the one who is capable of hurting me the most. And she did. How should I do? My heart is still with her but she tears my heart apart. She will never step in my shoes and realises the two big holes in front in each of them. The scars remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, even if the ending is not what I will dream and wish for, even if I will not get anything in return, I will try my best. For u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-8978040554737712142?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/8978040554737712142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-its-my-fault-for-failing-to-save.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/8978040554737712142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/8978040554737712142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-its-my-fault-for-failing-to-save.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-833216342600292387</id><published>2010-06-29T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:44:08.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't think I can talk to you today and don't think you want to hear me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-833216342600292387?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/833216342600292387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-think-i-can-talk-to-you-today-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/833216342600292387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/833216342600292387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-think-i-can-talk-to-you-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-6741852915562284994</id><published>2010-06-21T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:42:46.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Came back from SNCO to write the things that happened before SNCO. Realised the guy you're talking about is not me. Actually subconsciously thought  of that long ago. Just doesn't want to admit, just want to consciously concoct lies to ease the pain. Unconscious right now. that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-6741852915562284994?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/6741852915562284994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/06/came-back-from-snco-to-write-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/6741852915562284994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/6741852915562284994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/06/came-back-from-snco-to-write-things.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-4689857506721540369</id><published>2010-04-10T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:19:06.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a mouse. The mouse lived inside a mousehole in a house. Outside the mousehole, there was a mousetrap. The mousetrap had a catch - a piece of cheese. The mouse liked the cheese and the mouse went to get the cheese. As the mouse touched the cheese, the hammer of the mousetrap snapped. The mouse's tail got crushed but it managed to pull it tail out and escapes. After a few days, the mouse was still thinking of the cheese. Eventually other mice found out that the mouse wanted the cheese and cheered it on. The mouse did not want other mice to find him greedy, so it lied. But the mouse still peeked at the cheese. It looked at the scar on its tail. It does not know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-4689857506721540369?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/4689857506721540369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/04/once-upon-time-there-was-mouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/4689857506721540369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/4689857506721540369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/04/once-upon-time-there-was-mouse.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-6702926895307865140</id><published>2010-02-28T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:53:14.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I keep smelling the fragrance of promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess the wind that swept by you is passing by my side right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe it's a sunshine in my heart that shines on only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It even embraces the painful scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bringing you up, I close my eyes tight once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, if I can fill up both your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, if I show you my laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd take everything under the starlight and give them to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, if I can convey this heart to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, if you teach that heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll become like it in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love you, love you, love you, forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm walking, following you, hiding behind the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what do I do if you don't notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;should I make another request to the clouds to rain again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so I can hold your wet heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bringing you up, I close my eyes tight once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, if I can fill up both your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, if I show you my laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd take everything under the starlight and give them to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, if I can convey this heart to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, if you teach that heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll become like it in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love you, love you, love you, forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Translated Lyrics of Love U by Howl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hLink fn n contributor" onmousedown="yt.analytics.urchinTracker('/Events/VideoWatch/ChannelNameLink');" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/RainOfBlessings"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RainOfBlessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Youtube user)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have listened to this song for countless times and will continue to do so. An influential environment doesn't change a binded(bound) heart. Blinded eyes will notice no one. Except for the one who wrapped his blighted heart. Love u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Question:&lt;br /&gt;Ali has 10 packets of ice. Mary has 3 packets of ice. Paul has 7 packets of ice. Paul and Mary give all their ice to Ali. How many packets of ice does Ali have now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: None, because Ali's refrigerator spoils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-6702926895307865140?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/6702926895307865140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-keep-smelling-fragrance-of-promise-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/6702926895307865140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/6702926895307865140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-keep-smelling-fragrance-of-promise-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-6526534836124173490</id><published>2009-12-23T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:22:05.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's not true that I didn't let go of the stretcher that you were on during the last day because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perserve&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't let go of it because if I allow myself to let it slip through my hands, I should not have came to the camp in the first place. Because if I let go of it, I will break down everything that look so neat on me. If I let go of you, I renege my promise. I can't face myself. I can travel another metre, another kilometre, another and another... The destination can be invisible, depressing and hopeless. But if I were to ever, ever let go of the you, I'll make sure my motionless rotted body lie flat beneath you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry but I cannot be in Singapore on the post-Christmas day. I will be on a trip to South Korea. It is a fault on my part for failing to envisage this situation. But if I were to shift my trip to smother the camp, I know I will let you down to a bigger extent. I really hope to get you an appropriate gift though. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Studies before squad, you before me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-6526534836124173490?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/6526534836124173490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-not-true-that-i-didnt-let-go-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/6526534836124173490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/6526534836124173490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-not-true-that-i-didnt-let-go-of.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-1963908619937504071</id><published>2009-11-07T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:54:08.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I squandered the hopes but I have scintilla of regret.&lt;br /&gt;Its pleasing to see you appearing again and again from my back into my face when I barely finished a single round of the race.&lt;br /&gt;Its poignant but predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is competing, but I will not smear the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;But neither will I change my sight.&lt;br /&gt;The infatuation shall not weaken but turn more robust.&lt;br /&gt;It never will(weaken), though I am not sure of the future me.&lt;br /&gt;There is always some things that is encraved in the innermost that cannot be touched till the brain no longer has the ability to store it, to preserve it, to defend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only force myself to let the competitor win if he can convince me&lt;br /&gt;that I ought to let go. And its hard(to convince).&lt;br /&gt;Take care of the remaining rounds/competitions because I am still in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its poignant but predicted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-1963908619937504071?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/1963908619937504071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-squandered-hopes-but-i-have-scintilla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/1963908619937504071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/1963908619937504071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-squandered-hopes-but-i-have-scintilla.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-8179953649500689090</id><published>2009-10-21T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There're few things that derail me from my composure during examinations. These few things have to be avoided at all cost with personal and emotional sentiments holding not a scintilla of weight. I did involuntarily take glances though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-8179953649500689090?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/8179953649500689090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-few-things-that-derail-me-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/8179953649500689090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/8179953649500689090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-few-things-that-derail-me-from.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-5989621660424500782</id><published>2009-09-19T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:41:36.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ultimate secreted and still unrevealed mental activities in me&lt;br /&gt;I can speak of them to anyone I desire&lt;br /&gt;but there's only one I want to relate to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-5989621660424500782?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/5989621660424500782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/09/ultimate-secreted-mental-activities-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/5989621660424500782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/5989621660424500782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/09/ultimate-secreted-mental-activities-in.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-5995263824243617617</id><published>2009-08-06T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:27:12.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the national day celebration, I am so excited. To me, there is nothing more important than my country, Singapore. I am pathologically patriotic. Without Singapore, there will not be me, without me, there will not be Singapore. Being a Singaporean is something to sport and boost of. We got the M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;erlion&lt;/span&gt; here, which can bletch water, how cool is that? Singapore is indubitably the best country I have ever lived in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; no trace of any direct verbal conversation between us today. I didn't and can't mutter a single word to you. Maybe it's my incapability to manipulate the "sinister" and exhausting pressure in which I have yet to recover from...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-5995263824243617617?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/5995263824243617617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/08/tomorrows-national-day-celebration-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/5995263824243617617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/5995263824243617617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/08/tomorrows-national-day-celebration-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-1328504299636371757</id><published>2009-07-09T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:30:46.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Similar to going out in winter to search for firewood, to post at such an unfavourable time.&lt;br /&gt;Not much stuff today, just a geography performance task given and the rest are trifles and handleable. While, this is a micro-endeavour to preserve this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-1328504299636371757?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/1328504299636371757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/07/similar-to-going-out-in-winter-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/1328504299636371757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/1328504299636371757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/07/similar-to-going-out-in-winter-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-4941669783317055636</id><published>2009-07-03T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:17:19.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;最近情绪颓废。缘由或许是最近听着TANK的《如果我变成回忆》&lt;br /&gt;不禁联想到未来在这间校园的我&lt;br /&gt;也许，或许，可能吧&lt;br /&gt;未来会遇到比予更好的人&lt;br /&gt;对你愈加好，爱你愈加深，比我愈加完美吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;若有人可以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;让他给你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 你该有的幸福&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;我不怪你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我太差&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;发型颇好看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-4941669783317055636?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/4941669783317055636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/07/tank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/4941669783317055636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/4941669783317055636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/07/tank.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-2530022805644590256</id><published>2009-05-18T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:36:52.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;To Avoid Is My Blunder, Your Predilection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-2530022805644590256?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/2530022805644590256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-avoid-is-my-blunder-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/2530022805644590256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/2530022805644590256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-avoid-is-my-blunder-your.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-7830757150050344581</id><published>2009-04-05T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:45:10.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just who are you referring to? I want to know. This story need an ending.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-7830757150050344581?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/7830757150050344581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-who-are-you-referring-to-i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/7830757150050344581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/7830757150050344581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-who-are-you-referring-to-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-5820228940766512347</id><published>2009-04-03T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:26:33.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today right after school, I went to the National Library hoping to grab some books to read. However, as usual, I was sighted by the security guard and unfortunately, his eyes managed to penetrate through my disguise. I ran. And he also ran. After an hour of running, my legs asked me to stop. And I told my legs they should not stop. But they replied that they are too tired. I grew frustrated, but they said that they heck care. So, without any choice, I stopped and took a rest. Coincidently, I was near a bubble tea store. There was a long queue. So, I queued up. The security guard also queued up with me because my legs and his legs are friends. They only run when they are running together. After a long queue, I finally got my bubble tea. I drink my bubble tea and went home happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Simply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;An Existence Without Anything...&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/30998667-5820228940766512347?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/5820228940766512347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-right-after-school-i-went-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/5820228940766512347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/5820228940766512347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-right-after-school-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-1483946758477512079</id><published>2009-03-28T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:30:53.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not scared, I'm not afraid, I'm not intimidated. I don't care if no one is looking at me, no one is worrying about me, no one is caring about me. For I know, you didn't ask me if I were feeling alright nor did you say that you were trying to cheer me up but simply expressed your concern in a peculiar manner. I appreciate that, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obliterate your disappointment for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-1483946758477512079?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/1483946758477512079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-scared-im-not-afraid-im-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/1483946758477512079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/1483946758477512079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-scared-im-not-afraid-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-1480326625216619943</id><published>2009-03-26T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:10:09.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;那张贴在我数学文件夹上的图片，我还记得。你呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-1480326625216619943?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/1480326625216619943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/1480326625216619943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/1480326625216619943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-445161300938654076</id><published>2009-03-16T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:46:44.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My greetings, fans. Welcome to the official website for Chinese-Pop King Sir Jay Chan Xiao Lun. As you can see, this website has transformed into a website for exhibition of famous and well-written pieces of Chinese Literature works of various illustrious writers from all around the world. If you have any chinese compositions that you are willing and hoping to be posted in this website, feel free to submit your works to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Onlyidiotswillbelieveme@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Onlyidiotswillbelieveme@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. Eeee...Pls note that your works will be post in the following section:&lt;br /&gt;TAGBOARD /JOKE OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;This is because only works of pathological historical value, such as those I have personally written, will be officially posted here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-445161300938654076?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/445161300938654076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-greetings-fans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/445161300938654076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/445161300938654076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-greetings-fans.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-1491962685549214294</id><published>2009-03-14T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:15:23.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;非笔墨所能形容的感觉。我似乎是跌倒了，必须爬起来。但怎么视线陡然如此模糊。方向呢？迷失了，我迷失了。但相信我，就算掉进最深的地洞，就算我奔错了方向，亦不要停步。我会继续跑下去，直到达到真正的终点为止。只想问一句，“我的难过，你是否感觉得到？”。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-1491962685549214294?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/1491962685549214294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/1491962685549214294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/1491962685549214294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-2979364588859494498</id><published>2009-03-14T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:37:55.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;我并非毫无目的地的跑着。但每次起跑时，只能无可奈何，傻乎乎的凝望着你。没多久，就得眺望。但当你转头打量我时，我知道，我必须跑了。不愿意，就站在原地不动，我要跑。就算无法马上追上，我亦不在乎。你不需停下脚步。我答应你，在终点时，你会看得到的，是我的背影。倘若最终没履行这个若言，请你在我侧脸送个耳光，这是我对你唯一的要求。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-2979364588859494498?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/2979364588859494498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/2979364588859494498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/2979364588859494498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-4452699508899204406</id><published>2008-12-26T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:55:22.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;十&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;二&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;月二十五日&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;，耶稣&lt;/span&gt;露身&lt;br /&gt;奋不顾身，只担忧于世人之日&lt;br /&gt;明知今日可成离日，心中却毫无半丝不快&lt;br /&gt;终生为世人而快，终生为世人而乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;圣诞节快乐-。-“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-4452699508899204406?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/4452699508899204406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19/9/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;两个星期过了，你好像已发现我在躲避你了。你会，难过吗？你最近好像多了好些笑容了。看到你笑，心里就会感到欣慰了。但老实说，不是完全的欣慰。因为逗你笑的，不是我。好奇怪哦，总是一一想着做一些能给予你快乐的动作，就算会使我献丑的事，只要能让你落出一丝微笑，我都会尽我所能地完成我的“任务”，但一旦面对你，就会惊慌失措，呆若木鸡。好想靠近你，可是我答应过你。也许是我不适合吧，你的目光好像几次都在瞄塑着一位男生。神情，好像有点独特。他比我好吗？老实说，我不同意。没关系了，你喜欢他，就喜欢他吧。但请你切记，我会是你的守护天使，不顾你在哪里，不顾什么时候，下雨天或晴天，我都会，默默地在你的背后扶着你，保护你。我会很爱你，一辈子。。。。。。&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/30998667-1931257224306817045?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/1931257224306817045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2008/09/19908.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/1931257224306817045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/1931257224306817045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2008/09/19908.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-1560590145495989962</id><published>2008-09-05T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:45:13.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;雨，噼噼啪啪的打着那坚硬的窗。天空虽然罩满了乌云，下着毛毛雨，但太阳的照射依然存在着。这个天气，仿佛正在象征着我心中的情绪。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;还以为只要不放弃，终有一天你会慢慢接受我。但事实往往都是我们想象中的相反。我已经醒悟了。你那冷冰冰的眼神已经表达出来了你真实的感受。我问你，你不承认。虽然你嘴巴没说出来，我心里却一目了然， 我感觉得到。你知道吗？每当你用着那双娇美的眼睛照射着我的时候，我根本说不出话来。我很害怕你那双眼睛，能把我吸引住，但也能把伤痛刺进我心头。他们能给予我冷漠的恐惧，他们能给予我无奈的痛苦，他们是我唯一的弱点。我已经醒悟了，不再傻乎乎地欺骗自我了，已经斟酌一段时间了。我不再应许你影响我的生活，已经够了。 我已经决定放弃，但始终切记着我们的回忆。但请你放心。我会忘记你，因为， 那是我与你，唯一的诺言。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;太阳的光芒是我对你仍让不愿放弃而为了你存在的一丝希望&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;乌云是你痛苦的表情，使你渴望我离开你的愿望&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;雨点是我对你，你对我的 绝望。&lt;/strong&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/30998667-1560590145495989962?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/1560590145495989962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/1560590145495989962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/1560590145495989962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-2584380150655584165</id><published>2008-05-21T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:01:27.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOYOYO! JAy CHan Jump To the MOOn Concert Is COming!! Price of tickets: Totally priceless&lt;br /&gt;SOLD OUT!! the fact is that i have 2 free tickets, want them in your hands? Answer the following question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the most handsome guy in the world&lt;br /&gt;A) Kennard CHan&lt;br /&gt;B)JAy Chan&lt;br /&gt;C)Chan Yan Ting&lt;br /&gt;D)Xiao LUn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct answer will get 2 free tickets to Jay Chan Jump to The MOOn Concert!!&lt;br /&gt;Wrong answer will get...hmmm( theres no wrong answer anyway wahahahhah!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-2584380150655584165?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/2584380150655584165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2008/05/yoyoyo-jay-chan-jump-to-moon-concert-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/2584380150655584165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/2584380150655584165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2008/05/yoyoyo-jay-chan-jump-to-moon-concert-is.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-542001789852754856</id><published>2008-04-11T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:53:22.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today, the last bus did not come and me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yingzhe&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fengyuan&lt;/span&gt; were late for lessons. I was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; that I could miss some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HCL&lt;/span&gt; lesson . you know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; nothing I hate more than missing lessons. The only thing i wish to do in my life is actually to...study, that right, to study. I think that to be able to study is a wonderful thing. Do you all know that there are still people that are too poor to afford the school fee go to school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why i wan to be a doctor. I want to save people, save lives. i wan to.. Help the world!! Together, lets save the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-542001789852754856?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/542001789852754856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-last-bus-did-not-come-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/542001789852754856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/542001789852754856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-last-bus-did-not-come-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-5495134332524195635</id><published>2007-11-04T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:37:25.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dear fans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry fans, long time never update blog le. My concert in November is coming! Don't worry there are about 45 millions ticket on sale, I am absolutely sure that all of my die-hard fans will manage to hear my terrific voice in November. Wish you all lucks to get my tickets. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;(Just for Entertainment purposes only)&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-5495134332524195635?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/5495134332524195635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-fans-sorry-fans-long-time-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/5495134332524195635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/5495134332524195635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-fans-sorry-fans-long-time-never.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-116978921866714660</id><published>2007-01-26T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:37:41.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dream graduation party is to leave school early and go home and rest. If you have a bad PSLE result and everyone has a good PSLE result and is in a good mood. You will dislike celebrating your graduation party and when you are celebrating your graduation party it will be like living in hell, so to think about other that got bad PSLE result during that day it is best not talk about any party and so, I highly recommend you all NOT to celebrate your graduation party. If you really want to celebrate it, celebrate it yourself or with your family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-116978921866714660?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/116978921866714660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-dream-graduation-party-is-to-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/116978921866714660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/116978921866714660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-dream-graduation-party-is-to-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-116978760620256328</id><published>2007-01-26T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:38:04.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Champion must be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Polite---Polite not only to teachers and Pricipal and also to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;-Helpful--- Always try to help others.&lt;br /&gt;-Strong desire---Have a desire to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;-Determination---Determine to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;-Love and Care---Love and care for others.&lt;br /&gt;-Integrity---Be honest to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;-Perseverance---Keep try again till you succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not polite, not helpful, not caring, not honest.&lt;br /&gt;I am stubborn, doing the impossibles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-116978760620256328?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/116978760620256328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2007/01/champion-must-be-polite-polite-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/116978760620256328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/116978760620256328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2007/01/champion-must-be-polite-polite-not.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-116797183436002792</id><published>2007-01-05T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:38:30.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having to be able to go to school make me more busy so I don't need to sleep at home all day. And I look forward to gain more knowledges and get a higher school rank. I will also study harder to get myself into a good school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-116797183436002792?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/116797183436002792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2007/01/having-to-be-able-to-go-to-school-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/116797183436002792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/116797183436002792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2007/01/having-to-be-able-to-go-to-school-make.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-116797132878233348</id><published>2007-01-05T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T13:29:11.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new resolution is to study more, watch more TV shows and sleep more. And also I hope to read more books and get better result for english.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-116797132878233348?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/116797132878233348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-resolution-is-to-study-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/116797132878233348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/116797132878233348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-resolution-is-to-study-more.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-115762657513064972</id><published>2006-09-07T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:56:15.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday, nowhere to go, all day long stay at home, play computer games and study. Such a boring holiday but...............I can play computer games! And no need to hear my teachers scolding Eric, such a relief.........................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-115762657513064972?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/115762657513064972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2006/09/holiday-nowhere-to-go-all-day-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/115762657513064972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/115762657513064972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2006/09/holiday-nowhere-to-go-all-day-long.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-115762470298642616</id><published>2006-09-07T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:26:57.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOK REVIEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of the book is "A Taste Of Blackverries"&lt;a&gt;. It was about two good friend who always play together until when one of the boys got stung by bees and the other boy though that his friend was faking it and left him. Later then he knew that his friend was dead and could not believe that bee stings could kill someone and also felt guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-115762470298642616?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/115762470298642616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2006/09/book-review-title-of-book-is-taste-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/115762470298642616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/115762470298642616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2006/09/book-review-title-of-book-is-taste-of.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-115501725225823252</id><published>2006-08-08T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:35:09.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;On 8/8/06 our school celebrated National Day. On that day our school had a food fair that lots of students enjoyed but I did not really liked food fair thus I did not buy a single booklet. The school should had dismissed us earlier! I waited so long staring at the clock. Isn't it good that I save five dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-115501725225823252?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/115501725225823252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-8806-our-school-celebrated-national.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/115501725225823252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/115501725225823252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-8806-our-school-celebrated-national.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-115417150295462738</id><published>2006-07-29T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:36:11.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh my god!!! WCG(World Cyber Games) is coming!!!Singapore offered me about 6.8 million to represent Singapore for WCG.I think its too little and turned down the offer and represent Japan for the WCG.And it costed Japan about 89.1 million.If any of you saw me, please call me "Warcraft Professioner" or "Warcraft King" or even "Warcraft God" because.....YOU NEED TO RESPECT ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ALL FAKE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-115417150295462738?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/115417150295462738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-my-god-wcgworld-cyber-games-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/115417150295462738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/115417150295462738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-my-god-wcgworld-cyber-games-is.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-115417079065402453</id><published>2006-07-29T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:36:26.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;On my Science Practical test day,at station 1 or 2 its in the hall,I did my experiment,and......THAT WAS EASY!!!But almost 50% of the items were spolit and we are a "white rat" for 5B, we try the items and change the spolits for the good ones and so they all have good ones and I guess none of the items were spolit.SO GOOD RIGHT??? I don't know why Miss Kong never give us back our papers but nevermind I know Miss Kong don't want me to know that I got full marks so that I will not show off, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-115417079065402453?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/115417079065402453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-my-science-practical-test-dayat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/115417079065402453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/115417079065402453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-my-science-practical-test-dayat.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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-30998667.post-115267117491594727</id><published>2006-07-12T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:36:47.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/3336/1600/lol.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;On the NE show, we wait about 2 to 3 hours waiting for our turn to go in the stadim, I can say, its a nightmare! After that , we go to our seats and wait for the celebration to start, and then the preforment started. I does not really enjoy it , all I can think of is how much homework I left to do. After the celebration I went straight home. Its cause me to lost so much time ITS A DAY TIME!!! I can do homework and play computer game.If I can choose, I will surely choose to stay at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998667-115267117491594727?l=kcyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/feeds/115267117491594727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-ne-show-we-wait-about-2-to-3-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/115267117491594727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998667/posts/default/115267117491594727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcyt.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-ne-show-we-wait-about-2-to-3-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>kcyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198035744984262016</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>
