<?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-5591238</id><updated>2011-11-20T15:16:33.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>onto the worn, beaten dirt track</title><subtitle type='html'>hi all u pple.. this is juz some thoughts of a totally abnormal person.. for example, look at the title.. no one noes wat its toking abt.....;p</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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>300</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-113215784793348207</id><published>2005-11-17T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T00:17:27.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>300th! moved to http://rockinginyourlight.blogspot.com/ :) see you there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/113215784793348207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/113215784793348207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113215784793348207' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-113111976643114416</id><published>2005-11-04T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:56:06.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>move on, little boy.the world's got no time for you.neither sympathy, nor loveall your wants will be a long time coming.try to be there for someone in need,they'll leave when the skies are fair.fair weathered friends?love will leave u with the complete opposite.because the world is happy,so is she.everybody's singing and dancing,but the sad ones in a dark corner they'll sit.so thanks world, for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/113111976643114416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/113111976643114416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113111976643114416' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-113076897310365102</id><published>2005-10-31T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:29:36.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ferdie Flores may be alright!http://www.fbc-misawa.org/missionaries/Flores.htmdon't know which is real. but still, i'm praying for him to be ok.it seems unthinkable that there'd still be ppl be willing to be persecuted for God. looking at where i am now, it seems a pretty far shot. but it is the best thing in the world to be living in His love, and for Him.His love is so real. i know it.i think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/113076897310365102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/113076897310365102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113076897310365102' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-113051717209115583</id><published>2005-10-29T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T00:32:52.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>end of the week already.. been spending most of the time in the fridge of CJ, studying. not really doing a lot today, or so it feels, but at least i am doing, eh? sure beats what i can do at home. thank God for the fellas stuck in the fridge too. marcus, joshua, derek.. the very regulars.i wrote on the condensed vapour outside the library yesterday, "mugs for sale!" a more appropriate one would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/113051717209115583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/113051717209115583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113051717209115583' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-113033950165988034</id><published>2005-10-26T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T23:11:41.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Foo Fighters &amp; Norah Jones - Virginia MoonDearest constellation, heaven surroundin' youStay there, soft and blue. Virginia Moon, I'll wait for you tonightSweetest invitation, breaking the day in twoFeelin' like I do, Virginia Moon, I'll wait for you tonightAnd now our shades become shadows in your lightIn the morning wind we're through and tomorrow rescues you,I will say goodnightSecret </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/113033950165988034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/113033950165988034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113033950165988034' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-113025619359034735</id><published>2005-10-25T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T00:03:13.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you set a 5-cent coin right before your eyes, all you see of the world is a mere 5-cents worth.lose the 5-cents, gain the world.blaah. i am gonna be a philosopher with all these lamericko quotes.haha and i'm falling sick. damn it. but with faith, i'll wake up fine tmr yea?i think it is losercoffee that is making me sick.. been drinking so much of it. and actually after drinking it, my throat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/113025619359034735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/113025619359034735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113025619359034735' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-113007658870340555</id><published>2005-10-23T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:09:48.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"if u keep piling a person with loads of shit, he'll become a pile of shit."just what do You want with me?i've been waiting. but the way things are going now seems like You are turning me away...the capstone that the builders rejected?be faithful with little things.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/113007658870340555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/113007658870340555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113007658870340555' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112999502117517385</id><published>2005-10-22T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T23:30:21.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are those who will thank God for everything.there are those who will blame God for all things going wrong.there are those who refuse to attribute anything to God.there are those who live sacrifically and love God with their whole hearts.there are those who deny God with all they've got.there are those who have just never imagined or heard of God.there are those who simply doesn't care about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112999502117517385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112999502117517385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112999502117517385' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112991508155762039</id><published>2005-10-22T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T01:18:01.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have my enlistment...7th April, 2006. (Friday) 0800 hoursanyone heading to sembawang on that day?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112991508155762039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112991508155762039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112991508155762039' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112963154385796898</id><published>2005-10-18T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T18:32:23.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think of somebody as in the wrong to do what he did under his circumstance.but when i think again, i don't think i would have reacted very differently. i'm just not above this. i know there'd be a certain limit that i'll be tested to and when it hits that, i'll just not believe anymore. i'd turn away too.and it makes me feel like such a jerk.maybe i don't want anything to happen. maybe i just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112963154385796898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112963154385796898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112963154385796898' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112955319973057416</id><published>2005-10-17T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:46:39.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what Mr Ho Seng Chye said today really made a lot of sense today. he was going on and on with his BS again, but i caught this part that he said, that a lot depends on luck."if you lucky, a student who is supposed to get a C for math will get A ahhh. if sway, then an A student get C lor."think that is pretty true. i wonder how much we really are in control of our lives. there is really  so many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112955319973057416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112955319973057416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112955319973057416' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112946357166531230</id><published>2005-10-16T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T19:52:54.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i opened up a pandora's box.. and things seem so bad now that it feels like the sun don't shine on me anymore.but realistically, there's no going back is there? u can't stuff everything back into pandora's box no more. why? because all the time the things were locked up, the bad stuff inside kept growing and growing. as any physics student would tell you, the mass accumulated exerts an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112946357166531230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112946357166531230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112946357166531230' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112929319736387981</id><published>2005-10-14T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T20:33:17.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is it just me or are we driving a wedge between us?you can't always find fault with others if you see enmity growing between us. why don't you take a look at yourself? we all have a part to play - you can't totally shirk off your part in this and see faults in everyone else.but do you really care if we are all friends or not? if others are really so important to you, who are we are to you?and on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112929319736387981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112929319736387981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112929319736387981' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112920969777321282</id><published>2005-10-13T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:21:37.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today, i graduated from cj. and i am at a loss of words to express what i feel.it's been a great 2 years where i've grown through great pains and joy. crazy stuff like exams and pw, crazier stuff like the countless wassups, funny dances and jacking derek. glad to have shared this journey with all of you. the friendships forged may eventually fade with time, but zero is an asymptote.may the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112920969777321282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112920969777321282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112920969777321282' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112903442514051219</id><published>2005-10-11T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:09:26.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(photos deleted because it messed up the template.)ok, one more day of real school left. i think i will pretty much miss my class. but life always moves on, doesn't it? well, hopefully we will stay in touch and everything.i'm wondering if i should take up that job in november. i don't really want to work my hols away. and i dun wanna do a clerical job. i rather be doing something in retail or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112903442514051219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112903442514051219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112903442514051219' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112894380424742366</id><published>2005-10-10T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:30:04.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spent today at home studying alone. decided to skip school so that i could like focus and all. well, got not much done. did the RJ paper. haha, at first i thought it was damn difficult, but except for a few tough questions here and there, it's actually do-able. and everytime i got something correct, i jumped about my room celebrating. haha my neighbours must think i'm mad. but that's what makes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112894380424742366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112894380424742366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112894380424742366' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112886456640081325</id><published>2005-10-09T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:29:26.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, today.."praise God from who all blessings...." (the doxology)*bang*some murmuring from my left.i looked, oh geezers. uncle tee wee knocked my guitar off the stand.haha luckily today's message was "where your treasure is, your heart will be also." and i decided my treasure wouldnt be on anything on earth.and that was the start of the 5 bad things that happened today. the other 4?2. i took </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112886456640081325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112886456640081325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112886456640081325' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112874486863900854</id><published>2005-10-08T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T12:14:28.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our Lady Peace - Are You Sad?Your life has been so hard. It'sDried up angels that can't keep guardAnd I'm trying to reach your hand, butI'm on fire - I never meant toFade...away. Wait...for me.Oh, just stop pretendingWhen they say you're nothing.Are you sad?Are you holding yourself?Are you locked in your room?You shouldn't be.Are you sad?Are you holding yourself?Are you locked in your room?You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112874486863900854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112874486863900854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112874486863900854' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112861152444614209</id><published>2005-10-06T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:14:12.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sound card's out. so no music from the com. argh, guess that's good cause it forces me to get off the com. i can't stand the com with no music. well, at least my bro's leaving for army tmr, and leaving the iPod mini with me. :))i don't want to end up not being able to go for uni. but i'm not working hard enough. a little late, but it adds to the urgency.crumble and fall, or fight and stand tall?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112861152444614209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112861152444614209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112861152444614209' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112841414852234394</id><published>2005-10-04T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T16:22:29.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gosh i'm dead. though i can't say this like publicly in case others skin me. i'm dead. passing math seems to be rather impossible now.they say there are those who did pretty badly for prelims, and still ended up with triple A's for the real thing. i just don't look like one of them.but then again, i want it as much as any of them did, i bet.well, i'll just do my very best.praise God from whom all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112841414852234394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112841414852234394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112841414852234394' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112826045509948166</id><published>2005-10-02T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:40:55.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so the rockstar's dream of soaring got grounded because he couldn't sing.i am pretty sure of what i want. and even if i do not get it in the end, i'll work my hardest to get it. why? because tt is the only way i can be happy going about my life.i hate it that everybody has so many problems in their lives. why can't there be an antidote to take to make them disappear? or an oasis to go to whenever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112826045509948166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112826045509948166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112826045509948166' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112798566356471242</id><published>2005-09-29T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T17:21:03.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi my esteemed readers. i believe i've found a way to upload images to my posts. actually it's been there all along, just that i didnt know how to. haha.ok, here's a picture of the guitar i want. well, actually one of the guitars i want. by this i mean the ones i can possibly get.PRS SE Customand another one.Epi Les Paul Goldtop. It is much prettier in person, really. or i would love some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112798566356471242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112798566356471242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_25_archive.html#112798566356471242' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112764757859350148</id><published>2005-09-25T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T19:26:20.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today, went to church a little early to help an fu pass some name tag thing to the greeters. then service was pretty ok. haha worship was a little different, but it was really meaningful. pro's and con's of having wordy songs? meaningful songs but not everyone can or is willing to go make it out the meaning of it all, especially if singing it the first time. and too many words lessens the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112764757859350148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112764757859350148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_25_archive.html#112764757859350148' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112760583102876838</id><published>2005-09-25T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T07:50:31.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr Brightside - The KillersComing out of my cageAnd I've been doin' just fineGotta gotta be downBecause I want it allIt started out with a kissHow did it end up like this?It was only a kissIt was only a kissNow I'm falling asleepAnd she's calling a cabWhile he's having a smokeAnd she's taking a dragNow they're going to bedAnd my stomach is sickAnd it's all in my headBut she's touching his chest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112760583102876838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112760583102876838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_25_archive.html#112760583102876838' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112740679293812986</id><published>2005-09-23T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:33:12.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, today:got rained out at sentosa. rain at sentosa = worst thing to happen. no sun, no fun, no chicks, no tan, shivering in the cold rain.and for that to happen during the little time we've to enjoy after prelims is really, just ultimate. SIGH.sometimes i wonder if i have ever been a positive thing or have i ever done anything really constructive before. like some ppl, are such a blessing to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112740679293812986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112740679293812986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112740679293812986' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112731921848117848</id><published>2005-09-22T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T00:13:38.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>James Blunt - You're BeautifulMy life is brilliant.My love is pure.I saw an angel.Of that I'm sure.She smiled at me on the subway.She was with another man.But I won't lose no sleep on that,'Cause I've got a plan.You're beautiful.You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.I saw your face in a crowded place,And I don't know what to do,'Cause Ill never be with you.Yeah, she caught my eye,As I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112731921848117848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112731921848117848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112731921848117848' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112722847439860501</id><published>2005-09-20T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:01:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just finished the book "the man who fell in love with his wife."funny title eh? really, it was the title that caught my eye. but i don't regret borrowing that book. a few interesting concepts in there. ok, a quick summary, it is about this catholic priest who never, i repeat NEVER believed in God, who quit his priesthood when he met the girl of his dreams.first up, the book gave me a new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112722847439860501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112722847439860501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112722847439860501' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112705298973995140</id><published>2005-09-18T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:16:32.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i should just grow up. but i do realize i'm growing. haha. just that it isnt an overnight thing, and the journey isn't completed in a single step.but sometimes, i just don't know how to behave. when my eyes are tinging with green and all, i just try to walk away, but that is probably the last thing i should do. yeaaap, i am just so inept sometimes.it is a really good thing to be in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112705298973995140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112705298973995140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112705298973995140' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112689131124187428</id><published>2005-09-17T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T01:21:51.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how is it that i don't find any inspiration to blog nowadays? nthing seems to be interesting. help i'm a damn boring person!i like jay chou. haha. listening to old chinese songs on my com.. realize that jay chou's older songs are nice. ohhh man. chinese songs are oh-so-emo. i like jay chou. HAHA.damn i wish i could go overseas at some point in my life. i mean like overseas for a long period, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112689131124187428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112689131124187428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112689131124187428' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112679451607705889</id><published>2005-09-15T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:28:36.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dunnoe what to blog about man. i'm bored.ok, a wishlist:1. PRS Tremonti SE (yes, it's coming back)2. Route 69, JH Wah, H20 Liquid Chorus, SD-1, Line 6 Delay Modeller, DynaComp, a new Amp, preferably Marshall or Vox.3. iPod Nano.4. Martin Smith attire - Long sleeved shirt, green t-shirt.5. A good sounding acoustic guitar.6. Home recording stuff.7. Plenty of paint and new furniture to make over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112679451607705889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112679451607705889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112679451607705889' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112657396525389206</id><published>2005-09-13T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T09:12:45.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok its over and done with. sometimes i blog about stuff in an abstract way(like the previous entry) so that no one would understand. but maybe this time is should explain.well, you know all of us have our inner demons we have to fight with? like certain sins and bad attitudes we cannot let go? i found one yesterday, and i never realized though i have always lived with it. God is good. :)i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112657396525389206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112657396525389206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112657396525389206' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112650544089239908</id><published>2005-09-12T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:10:51.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you were long gone. its time i moved on too.why should i hold on when the sword's no longer in its sheath?i'm turning my back on things long gone.everything fades. familiar faces turn their backs on me too. how about you?No goodbyes.this is the point of departure.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112650544089239908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112650544089239908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112650544089239908' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112642183224158396</id><published>2005-09-11T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T14:57:12.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so tomorrow is the start of prelims. i'm not prepared yet. not just academically though. prelims is the beginning of the end of my sch life. i just don't feel so ready to go out there to face the world. when i cannot hide behind the collective image of the uniform, or have a backing to stand up for me. and i don't know how i am going to have a social life when i don't get to see my wonderful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112642183224158396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112642183224158396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112642183224158396' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112627959260231114</id><published>2005-09-09T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:26:32.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is sad. i really don't know what to say.i can almost hear it go "thunk, thunk, thunk....." - the monotone beating of an iron heart.i am going looney from cooping myself up at home all day. trying to study, yet i don't even spend 50% of it studying. now i don't even feel ready for prelims.with all the beatings we all have to go through before reaching adulthood, it really is no wonder that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112627959260231114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112627959260231114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112627959260231114' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112619018219187305</id><published>2005-09-08T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:22:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The painter - O town. (pop, unlikely huh?)If I were a painter, mixing my colorsHow could I ever find, the blue of your eyes?The canvas could never, capture the light of your smileOf your smileAnd girl, if I were a sculptor, working in marbleI couldn't hope, to copy your perfect faceThe curve of your body, the feel of your skinMy hands could never, ever traceSo I'll try and find a melody as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112619018219187305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112619018219187305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112619018219187305' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112600335562899467</id><published>2005-09-06T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:42:35.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watched ANTM yest night. now i like kahlen. haha. she is so pretty and never ever had a boyfriend before. and she behaves pretty ok(not bitchy) and blushes so easily. gosh. cute, and beautiful. ok stop it now. she doesnt even know i exist. but its fun to be irrational sometimes.     hahaha. kahlen rocks.it was the episode which tyra blew up. welll, i think tyra had a point. everyone goes through </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112600335562899467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112600335562899467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112600335562899467' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112584236807388645</id><published>2005-09-04T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:59:30.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wished i could have written a love song. or a worship song. but i don't have a love. (well, don't have one tts not one-sided aniwaes. haha!) and i don't know why i'm always blocked when trying to write a worship song. well, if anybody decides to sponsor me a mic or recording thing, i'll record the prev one. haha. but wow. its the first time i am getting any recognition for my works. don and shing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112584236807388645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112584236807388645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112584236807388645' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112563220391175606</id><published>2005-09-02T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:36:43.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ouch, baby. like a thunderbolt slap across my face. left to right, heaven to hell.jimmy holiday, it takes a lot of playbury this sentence, hear me whisper sweet nonsense.in  a little daint house,sitting right by the sea.a room of black and green,hanging memoirs of you and me.leave the window open,i'm coming back tonight.can't find a way into your heart,but through the window we'll play.so long, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112563220391175606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112563220391175606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112563220391175606' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112546928832899291</id><published>2005-08-31T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T14:21:28.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Delirious - BlissI feel lonely when it's you I missI feel crazy when I dream like thisI've travelled all this way for just thisRock 'n' roll is everythingEverything to a lonely manAnd never will I bow to youI, I'm not backing downI, I'm not backing downTake me to the place where eagles flyWhere my love for you (Jesus!) I never can denyIf I'm right then you are wrongIf I'm wrong then I really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112546928832899291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112546928832899291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112546928832899291' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112545846965200425</id><published>2005-08-31T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T11:21:09.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's teacher's day celebration was quite bad. no atmosphere, didn't have a cj feel at all. true, it may have been tough to organize it with the school population being the biggest it's ever been, but i still think the 31st could have probably done a better job.so i dropped by the library for a while before i came back. returned my book late, again. at least its only 2 days this time. well, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112545846965200425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112545846965200425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112545846965200425' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112530843772479430</id><published>2005-08-29T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:40:37.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finished the recording yesterday! well, my part at least. and everybody else's too.. just ben n lydia left. well, good luck to you two! but when it is finished, u'll be so relieved and so satisfied. haha! i can't wait to hear the finished product though. it may not be world class, but it'd be beautifully definitely. welll, if u two want me to go down and support/laugh at you when you have to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112530843772479430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112530843772479430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112530843772479430' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112511016061926959</id><published>2005-08-27T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T10:36:00.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what would you do just to feel a little more special than everyone else?i'm guessing its because you don't want to feel so lonely. to feel that you're unique. to feel that you're wanted. to feel loved.but heard of trying too hard?the world's laughing at you now.you'll be beautiful just by being who you are.trust me, i'm just departing from where you are now.love,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112511016061926959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112511016061926959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112511016061926959' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112496529717551535</id><published>2005-08-25T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T18:21:37.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am feeling rather detached now. spending all my breaks studying in the library alone is kinda lousy. but i really think i can't be living to so much fun anymore. my classmates are pretty rocking, but i can't stay with the whole group and crap around so much anymore. need to be focused on studying. and i can't be with everyone else and study because even if they're focused, i'll just end up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112496529717551535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112496529717551535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112496529717551535' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112487367082601489</id><published>2005-08-24T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:54:30.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just finished downloading the G3 : Rocking In The Free World album. highlight of the album? little wing. that song is legendary. this version they did? rockin' legendary.and after listening to the album, i understand why ppl hate malmsteen so much. he frikkin plays 16 beaters at 160 bpm. ok la, not exactly. but he's fast. fast fast fast. flaming hands man. but his music doesn't really make much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112487367082601489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112487367082601489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112487367082601489' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112469783622712237</id><published>2005-08-22T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T16:03:56.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pretty tired. well, actually very.hahaaha. spent my weekends without studying at all. you tell me how? die. saturday was in church for rehearsals, from 9.30 to 4. went through 2 rehearsals. then 40 days till 6.30. sunday, played for service at 8, then went for soccer, played nearly the full match running stupidly and battling physically with NS man and ptis. (if u play soccer with them, just try </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112469783622712237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112469783622712237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112469783622712237' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112436064717950820</id><published>2005-08-18T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:24:07.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do you sometimes ask yourself where do you place your worth?simple question really. why are you existing? of what significance are you to the world?sometimes i feel rather insignificant. like if i passed on tmr, i'd not be missed. so most times, i try to live my life for myself only. like, no matter what i do, it wouldn't affect you much anyway. so why should i be considerate of you?but i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112436064717950820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112436064717950820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_08_14_archive.html#112436064717950820' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112402787645425687</id><published>2005-08-14T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:00:03.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like watching Daniel Powter's Bad Day Mtv. (though i haven's seen a non-rock or worship video in months)because it gives me hope that love may actually happen in my life.so beautifully.i need hope because i feel like it never will.(just back from browsing post secret.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112402787645425687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112402787645425687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_08_14_archive.html#112402787645425687' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112384874624465536</id><published>2005-08-12T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T20:12:26.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few (un)interesting thoughts.1. I was looking through the rip curl catalogue probably brought home by my bro. wow. i guess the prequisite to wearing ripcurl is a perfect body. dangders. i won't look good even if i go get anything rip curl. and rip curl girl models, they are BABES.2. nobody has attained nirvana or found absolute bliss by leading a stable and safe life. so why should i go their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112384874624465536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112384874624465536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112384874624465536' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112358828779527055</id><published>2005-08-09T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T19:51:27.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so much for a goatee.tried not shaving, and in like nearly half a month, i still can't cultivate a goatee. ugh. why do i have such pathetic facial hair? haha. i give up already. gonna shave it tmr.feeling tired from the night cycling yesterday. couldn't see fireworks. well, saw a little la. but most of it was blocked by crowds and trees. and i was really cold at the jetty. don't know why. ahh, if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112358828779527055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112358828779527055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112358828779527055' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112315497758606199</id><published>2005-08-04T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T19:29:37.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel vulnerable and invincible.i am down, but i am not deprived of hope.tinges of grey are the brightest colour in my monotone silhouette.and it seems like this is the best i can ever feel.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112315497758606199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112315497758606199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112315497758606199' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112306039964422339</id><published>2005-08-03T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:13:19.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHO IS SHE?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112306039964422339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112306039964422339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112306039964422339' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112288555885757073</id><published>2005-08-01T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T16:39:18.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>joysticks and hypocrisy.hahaa. today's joke of the day was about joysticks. mmm. R21 content so i wont post it in my blog. the last one was about d***head. hahahaaha. i can't drop this joystick thing though. but we'll prob be over it when i get back to sch on wed.school was good today. found myself actually listening to lectures today, and really learnt a lot. tho some lectures i'd have found </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112288555885757073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112288555885757073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112288555885757073' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112279832880082052</id><published>2005-07-31T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T16:25:31.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sonicfest was good. oh damn, if only church worship could ever be as live as that, it'd really rock. but realistically, maybe half as lively would be good enuff for us in  the short term.life is like a series of lesson. u know what? i realize something about education. it doesnt matter if u can do just well enough to squeeze thru to the next stage, coz u'd probably suffer that. education actually</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112279832880082052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112279832880082052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112279832880082052' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112255620181668287</id><published>2005-07-28T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:10:01.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as i sit in this room and play my guitar, my voice breaking at the end of every high note, obviously out of range with my sore throat, and playing with bad rhythm coz i don't really know the song, i stumbled upon a realization.right now, circumstances seem to be dragging me out of living the way i am as a christian now. somehow, it seems that the options i have would mean that i can serve less in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112255620181668287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112255620181668287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_24_archive.html#112255620181668287' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112237354128318796</id><published>2005-07-26T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T18:25:41.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the swelling's going down.. phew :) but the antibodies seem to be literally fighting a war inside me. i wonder if it is normal to develop a fever after eating em antibodies. ok, one more day of mc, which i probably will not take since i am anxious to go to school.. maybe can save it for a later date. haha. yea right.recieved another further reporting order by mail today. wah damn it. how many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112237354128318796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112237354128318796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_24_archive.html#112237354128318796' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112228958583724981</id><published>2005-07-25T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T19:06:25.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just saw the doctor for the swelling on my left calf. the doctor put me on antibiotics for two days, and if it doesnt get better by tmr, will have to go for surgery. damn it man.if it goes well, the swelling will start to go down, and i'll be ok by the end of the week.if not, surgery, will have to dress the wound for 2 weeks. hope this wouldn't affect my Pes status, or make me unegligible for the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112228958583724981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112228958583724981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_24_archive.html#112228958583724981' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112221874073126510</id><published>2005-07-24T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:25:43.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so here i sit, in a dark room facing the glow of a computer screen.i wonder what goes on outside this room. there are people dying, crying, falling in love, fighting, believing, fearing, partying, and every other activity that goes on at this hour in the night. but i am just sitting here feeling jaded.i wonder where i will be this time next year.i wonder where everyone else will be.the girls </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112221874073126510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112221874073126510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_24_archive.html#112221874073126510' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112194926990802438</id><published>2005-07-21T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:34:29.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the rest of us may never understand the experience of ripping into a screaming solo with a mega rock band behind and millions of adoring fans screaming in front. to the world, a facade of absolute emotional intensity is shown. for a moment, the world is captured in a few notes played on strings. harmony and dissonance mix beautifully to express an emotion.the rest of us, too may never know the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112194926990802438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112194926990802438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112194926990802438' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112185175926883740</id><published>2005-07-20T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T17:29:19.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blessed Be Your NameIn the land that is plentiful Where Your streams of abundance flowBlessed be Your nameBlessed Be Your nameWhen I'm found in the desert placeThough I walk through the wildernessBlessed Be Your nameEvery blessing You pour out I'll turn back to praiseWhen the darkness closes in, LordStill I will sayBlessed be the name of the LordBlessed be Your nameBlessed be the name of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112185175926883740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112185175926883740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112185175926883740' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112177107587041798</id><published>2005-07-19T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T19:04:35.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when the most incredible thing comes your way, you don't just simply give it up do you?even if it seems so obviously out of reach, you don't want to believe. you'd rather hold on to a dim hope which probably can never ignite. i'm holding on to it, because right now, i can't bring myself to just let go.that is not to say that i'll not be looking out for other options. i will have to. such is life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112177107587041798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112177107587041798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112177107587041798' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112166641820903819</id><published>2005-07-18T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T14:00:18.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've decided i like elton john's voice. though i hear he's gay. but his voice is really, really nice.ok, its mainly cause of this song.Collective Soul(feat Elton John) - Perfect Day.There she stumbles, falling to her knees,I think she tripped on reality,I have witnessed, tragic comedies.that's the world in which she leadswell i would walk a million miles,to give her, all that she needs,but she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112166641820903819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112166641820903819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112166641820903819' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112158168449920686</id><published>2005-07-17T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T14:28:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A long, long time ago..God created the cow, and gave it eighty years of life."eighty years of life to slog, and work hard to till the land and produce milk for someone else?" the cow thought to himself, and decided to give half of that back to God. God accepted it.Then, God created the monkey, to entertain, and bring joy and laughter to the world. twenty years for the monkey.however, the joker </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112158168449920686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112158168449920686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112158168449920686' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112151878069338427</id><published>2005-07-16T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T20:59:42.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jammed, studied. jamming was fun, accomplished quite a bit in studying.. but it doesnt feel like such a good day.ah, i don't what to say. what else can i do but believe in better tomorrows?i'm a fool for believing. i'm a fool for what it costs my life. but i still choose to honour You, God. even if others just trample over me as if i'm a worthless piece of shit, i'm honoured being a stepping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112151878069338427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112151878069338427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112151878069338427' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112134656302758674</id><published>2005-07-14T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T21:09:23.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ppl, i think we should not condemn nkf and snub it completely.No matter the atrocities of Durai, there STILL are kidney patients who need that aid to survive. They don't deserve to lose that bit of help, especially not to lose it because of someone whom they were a victim of too. Come on, NKF may now look a shady organization, but they do have a good cause. a bad leader, and several millions </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112134656302758674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112134656302758674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112134656302758674' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112124074574999435</id><published>2005-07-13T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T15:45:45.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you'd think in modern civilization, all humans would be toilet trained right?well, NO!apparently, somebody around my area doesn't. at the stairwell of my block, on the 2nd floor, there'd frequently be puddles of pee there. Definitely human, from the smell(yes, i can smell it without purposely bending down to) and the quantity. Dogs and cats don't have that much pee. Imagine going to school every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112124074574999435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112124074574999435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112124074574999435' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112107250592939950</id><published>2005-07-11T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T17:01:45.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bad day..forgot my tie, and my pe attire. was too distracted by something else la. i thought just go to school and study, but forgot that we are going through a holistic education, and so forgot the tie and attire.then pe, did that weird dance again. no pe break for me, wanted to go up and do work. went up to class and talked to maryanne a bit about some stuff. hahaa, i think i am not as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112107250592939950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112107250592939950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112107250592939950' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112073454203894616</id><published>2005-07-07T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T19:09:02.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>judo boys are in the finals! wow quite amazing, beating rj.. proud of them. well, i'm not in the team. haha. reason: i slacked since last year. my attendance aint even 50% and i'm not even that good aniwaes. but that's really fine with me, because my passion isn't judo. if my heart isn't in it, i don't give much effort. if my heart is, i give too much. plus point or minus, your call.looking at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112073454203894616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112073454203894616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112073454203894616' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112064510727228003</id><published>2005-07-06T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T18:37:06.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am in love with the waaka waka sound u get when u play rhythm guitar with a slight overdrive. ok, what you do, is turn on a little overdrive. you'll need a strat, set it to between the bridge pickup and middle pickup. roll down the tone for middle to about 7. then with a deft combination of moves between ur left and right hand, play the intro for everyday - hillsongs. haha.played soccer after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112064510727228003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112064510727228003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112064510727228003' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112056497243212692</id><published>2005-07-05T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T20:02:52.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to school and came home to study today. didn't go for joshua's bday celebrations after sch. feels quite bad. but if u're reading this, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSHUA FUNG! yea ex-seating partner. haha hope u have a happy birthday and watching derek wet his pants as he got wassuped in ur place.feeling rather down actually. first day of school. and tried getting off to a good start by coming home to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112056497243212692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112056497243212692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112056497243212692' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112048352268020653</id><published>2005-07-04T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:25:22.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wowee my last youth day is over. feels quite wasted actually. oh sigh.. could have been more youthful today i guess.borrowed this book from angie's cupboard today. "the heart of an artist." just like 10 pages in, i am totally enthralled by it. the author seems to understand exactly what it is like to be us. and for once, it feels ok to be a melancholic. and it seems acceptable for me to be who i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112048352268020653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112048352268020653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112048352268020653' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112044257600407086</id><published>2005-07-04T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T10:02:56.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been rather tired lately, for no reason at all. mid yrs are over, and i'm just at the end of a month long holiday. i should be fresh at this moment really.church was fine yesterday. though somehow, i didnt get the sermon at all. haha can't remember anything from it. and for worship, i played quite differently. learnt to play the song in this certain way, but had to change it coz uncle tee wee </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112044257600407086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112044257600407086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112044257600407086' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-112012628104840840</id><published>2005-06-30T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:11:21.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was the last day of my midyrs, as well as my judo life. It is only at the end of this, that i look back and grieve that i never tried hard enough or wanted it bad enough.slacking has screwed up my life. i had so much, but yet i wasted it all away by slacking. in training, in studies, in living for Christ. if i continue slacking through my life, i may never become who i can be. this much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112012628104840840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/112012628104840840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#112012628104840840' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111994654543956617</id><published>2005-06-28T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T16:15:45.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhhh. so tired. trying to read econs essay outlines on col@c but nthing is going in. damn. maybe my brain is full already..the physics paper today was hella hard.. maybe it wasnt really a tough paper, just that i did not prepare sufficiently for it.  dammnn.. but kinda like the first time i had something to do for the whole 3 hours. usually got a lot of time to spare and i can look around the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111994654543956617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111994654543956617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#111994654543956617' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111986911148643486</id><published>2005-06-27T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T18:45:11.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its funny, all the falling and climbing i have to do in my life. i don't really mean physical of course, though there is quite a lot of that.its funny how when i am close to turning 18, i still haven't really know myself yet. or is it just that i change so much that i never do catch up.its funny how i always tend to drift away from people i don't see everyday, maybe it is a result of me not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111986911148643486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111986911148643486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#111986911148643486' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111971582451129731</id><published>2005-06-25T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:10:24.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got thrown on my head during training today, and may have a concussion.. knocked out for 1 or 2 secs probably, but it was a really horrible feeling. like u lose all your five senses at one go, and you're floating away, totally out of control and helpless. well, its the first time i ever got knocked out during sports or anything. really praying it is not a concussion.. well, at least i have not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111971582451129731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111971582451129731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111971582451129731' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111961665784796606</id><published>2005-06-24T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:37:37.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am actually not really depressed or anything. seriously, life aint that bad. maybe its because i blog mostly when i am feeling down.. there are some stuff bothering me, and i am not really clear about what the * i'm going through too. it resides in a deep dark crevice of my heart, and only close friends who ask will ever find out. of course that depends on time and chance too la. haha. i've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111961665784796606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111961665784796606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111961665784796606' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111940143642611659</id><published>2005-06-22T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T08:50:36.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it gets harder to believe the world is beautiful as i grow. been through more and more trials this year than the past year. realizing that the world is incredibly cold, and people, in every environment are incredibly cold and selfish. and thing is, it is only gonna get worse. i have only seen so little. it's hard to keep believing in the living.Guns N' Roses - Live and let die  When you were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111940143642611659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111940143642611659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111940143642611659' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111919546945561203</id><published>2005-06-19T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:37:49.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you were looking for an entry, just read this song.Avalon- Always have, Always willPart of me is the prodigalPart of me is the other brotherBut I think the heart of meIs really somewhere between themSome days I'm running wildSome days we're reconciledBut I wonder all the whileWhy you put up with me, when...I wrestle most daysTo find ways to do as I pleaseI always have, I always willYou saved </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111919546945561203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111919546945561203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111919546945561203' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111910829760169438</id><published>2005-06-18T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T23:24:57.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i don't really know, i really don't..it is funny how i am nearly at the stage of my life to again, choose where i want to go. sometimes it feels funny why i am in jc, since my classmates and the academic peers i had in secondary school went to poly. maybe it was just to push making this decision to a later time, the decision to choose what i want to do for the rest of my life.i think it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111910829760169438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111910829760169438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111910829760169438' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111888987288794810</id><published>2005-06-16T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T10:44:32.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my com just played the song we used for fancy drill in BB when we were in sec 3 or smthing.it was probably the single greatest performance our coy has put up in this era. and for a group of us who didnt even do drill properly, it is quite an achievement. a tremendous amount of hard work was put in though, training most days of the week, and imagine us guys in PT kits wearing boots. haha. funny, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111888987288794810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111888987288794810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111888987288794810' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111880938326116083</id><published>2005-06-15T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T12:23:03.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aww man. i don't really know where my life is going right now. really hoping that i will get over to play for yf. please pray for me ppl.it is funny how if i don't have a proper ministry now, my life feels empty. like it lacks purpose. considering if i lived without an aspect of my life in service, i probably could be much more successful in a worldly sense, it is funny how i would want so much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111880938326116083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111880938326116083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111880938326116083' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111850369662755301</id><published>2005-06-11T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:28:16.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>may be making a major decision tomorrow.hanging on a thread? yeah, if u don't know how that feels like, my life seems pretty much like this. one insignificant shred holds the balance, and i may just make a decision to cut off this thread.to me, being authentic before God is a necessity, especially in worship. we have the right to approach this throne of GRACE just as we are. that is what grace </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111850369662755301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111850369662755301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111850369662755301' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111830521219103516</id><published>2005-06-09T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:20:12.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woaah! worship encounter was great.. shan't go into details about this since other ppl will probably already be blogging about it.for me, i found the activities quite boring.. but can't be blamed since we're catering to such a big age group. but it was a good camp. why? encountering God is always a great experience, and it is enough to make any camp great.425 ppl over at worship encounter! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111830521219103516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111830521219103516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111830521219103516' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111734682314077187</id><published>2005-05-29T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T15:36:29.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody’s screaming I try to make a sound but no one hears me I’m slipping off the edge I’m hanging by a thread I wanna start this over again So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered And I can’t explain what happened And I can’t erase the things that I’ve done No I can’t How could this happen to me I've made my mistakes I’ve got no where to run The night goes on As I’m fading away I’m</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111734682314077187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111734682314077187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111734682314077187' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111711157464150361</id><published>2005-05-26T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T20:46:14.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Anyway I've been praying for her everyday now, praying for him too, praying that she'll find true happiness soon one day. Its not easy doing this knowing that I won't be a part of that happiness but its a choice that i choosen to make. Its tough but i think of one day when i finally see her at the wedding altar, smiling radiantly again...i know it'll be all worth it."-quoted from somebody in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111711157464150361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111711157464150361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111711157464150361' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111707977747879722</id><published>2005-05-26T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:41:06.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>actually had half an entry typed out. but deleted it all. some things are better kept quiet and settled privately i guess.well, here's the verse i wanted to share about.Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials or temptations, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111707977747879722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111707977747879722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111707977747879722' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111685612725916307</id><published>2005-05-23T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T21:48:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAT I scores.Critical Reading680Math680Writing600my scores for SAT reasoning. what kind of grades is this? no idea whether it is good or bad. whoever knows please tell me, and where do i stand among all the test takers?haha. i'm so blur about SATs. didn't prepare for it, and now don't even know how my results stand. well, help me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111685612725916307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111685612725916307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111685612725916307' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111669140243290414</id><published>2005-05-21T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T00:03:22.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bugger. saturday nights.. there's always something to be happy about.parkview square is beautiful. went there with jx n kai today. very arty architecture and the ambience inside is whoa! giant butterflies fluttering outside. gargoyles with crystal balls up there. but it feels like a damned beauty. beautiful but underused?bugger i don't want to be a bad influence to ppl who read my blog. bugger </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111669140243290414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111669140243290414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111669140243290414' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111667019722533042</id><published>2005-05-21T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T18:09:58.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's training was a good escape for three hours. but like a drug high it doesn't last. as i stepped off the dojo, i was thinking "here i go, back to face my problems again.."you know something? i wished everyone can be a little less selfish. everytime you guys make decisions, do you even think of me? even if i appear nice, and try so hard to be selfless, can you not take advantage of it? can't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111667019722533042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111667019722533042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111667019722533042' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111660170269401347</id><published>2005-05-20T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:08:22.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sports carnival was hella fun! sat around most of the day.. not registered for any sports or event but ended playing for a half for floorball and i scored a goal! yay! haha. would have been moping around all day about how hot or boring it is if not for that.our class did quite well.. 2nd overall. well thanks to all the long distance runners like ganesh, louis, joshua, marian, and evil step mummy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111660170269401347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111660170269401347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111660170269401347' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111633917144395083</id><published>2005-05-17T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T22:12:51.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this week seems like it's gonna be a bitch though it is only 4 days. 2 tests tommorrow, econs case study and math.. have to pass math this time.. failed a stupid test the last time though i could have gotten full marks for it. well, was doing after school by myself cause i missed the original test date.then thursday, think i will have to go training.. because i skipped training today to study. oh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111633917144395083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111633917144395083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111633917144395083' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111589460300398629</id><published>2005-05-12T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:43:23.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think the hardest call i've ever had to answer in my life is purity and humility.so far, i've been failing pretty badly at both.purity in thought, in speech and actions. it is really hard to keep, because it is the very opposite of my nature. selfishness, for one is already crazy to combat. it can so easily slide into my life, and it too is easy rationalised. think about it. how easy it is to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111589460300398629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111589460300398629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111589460300398629' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111556404537953601</id><published>2005-05-08T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:56:51.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to the ends of the earth? it's gotta take a lot more in there than this. being in this may be really bad, but ends of the earth? there's more than this. yes, i remember what i have promised. keep me strong as i work towards this.3 memorable expressions:1. 2 chronicles 4:17 "if My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, then I will hear from heaven, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111556404537953601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111556404537953601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111556404537953601' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111547703724180277</id><published>2005-05-07T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:43:57.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i spent the entire evening in church. but it was one of my meanest days ever. i didn't even speak one single word in love. i was sarcastic. i was insensitive though i knew that somebody needed would have needed me to be nice. i wanted attention. i nearly wanted to give up seeing what good God has in his plans for me. i placed myself on a pedestal, i worshipped myself. i wanted everybody to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111547703724180277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111547703724180277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111547703724180277' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111541897658128979</id><published>2005-05-07T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T06:36:16.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got this off marcus' blog. haha. true?Your #1 Match: ENTPThe VisionaryYou are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression.You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything.Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off.You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments.You would make a great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111541897658128979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111541897658128979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111541897658128979' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111530187426989182</id><published>2005-05-05T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:04:34.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>plenty of stuff going on in my life right now.. let's see.1. SATs this saturday.do i need to study for SAT? i don't think there is content to be covered, but i think there is a need to familiarize myself with what the test is like. seeing i'm asking the above listed question, you can guess how i am progressing in the revision for this.2. NSPES A, and for the aptitude test, i rather stupidly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111530187426989182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111530187426989182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111530187426989182' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111495989091023975</id><published>2005-05-01T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T23:04:50.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am so touched..only today, did i properly realize that at Oasis "live!" Zi Hang and Ji Rong made decisions for christ in their lives. and all the time i had thought that nobody got anything out of it. i feel so blessed, honoured, and yet at the same time, humbled in a strange way that God would actually use what i did to touch eternity.indeed, there is no greater honour than to be used by God, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111495989091023975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111495989091023975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111495989091023975' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111479134443290604</id><published>2005-04-29T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:15:44.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so how do you define success in a church service?one where one person is ministered to?one where the majority is ministered to?one where ALL are ministered to?one that pleases God?i am really so confused about bb enrolment tmr(how do you spell tomorrow? tommorow?). somehow, i feel it could have been much better done. i know the turnout may be rather lousy, and we don't really have anything really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111479134443290604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111479134443290604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111479134443290604' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111460980549494158</id><published>2005-04-27T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:50:05.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why is it on singapore/american idol, they always screw up the rock songs? today for bo and constantine, they screwed up both songs. tempo wrong, or the instrumentalizationyblablabla sounded wussy. same thing for sly and he's its my life in SI. pussy cat version of it. haha.think rock has been one of the best things in my life. though i don't think i am some hard-core rocker. i still look quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111460980549494158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111460980549494158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111460980549494158' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591238.post-111434424038636753</id><published>2005-04-24T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:04:00.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was thinking about what i am doing currently, and what i'd have to drop in preparation for my A's..think i don't really have tt much of heavy commitments now, and for the most of them, i'll be stopping after june. that should free me up a whole lot after that.the most bugging thing on my mind is a certain ministry. i can't name it here. i know that we don't serve based on own feelings, and we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111434424038636753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591238/posts/default/111434424038636753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shout-my-name-at.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111434424038636753' title=''/><author><name>ko0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613818108124070278</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></entry></feed>
