<?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-4522445138445737996</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:21:23.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk down the Bitch with a Beach</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-2957840547670328143</id><published>2008-08-08T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:11:14.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you all!</title><content type='html'>You guys... kept my in the dark (i really suck at guessing my presents)... my sisters kept me in the dark... even Suru knew before me... BUT WHO CARES? IT WAS A GREAT DAY! Then again, i'm sorry i was late cus the banking thing was really last minute. But i loved the lunch + the company. I couldn't get high cus i was ill. Anyway, loved the presents, love the way you guys wrapped it =S and appreciated the high budget for my bag! Luckily my blocked nose cleared for lunch and all my meals yesterday (excluding breakfast). All my gifts are placed on my display shelf alr! + a few notes here and there to remember the occasion. I'll remeber my birthdays in IJC probably for life. Last year i had my first birthday "strudel cake" at seoul garden and damn you guys sang loud. Then this yr, the restuarant played some birthday song soon after you guys sang. Well, i hope i still get to celebrate with you guys in the future! Ok people. I too shy to keep typing so i guess i'll stop here ok? *wk dances about like a moron before kicking the cupboard and broke a bone in his toe.... and then bemoans his stupidity.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-2957840547670328143?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/2957840547670328143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=2957840547670328143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/2957840547670328143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/2957840547670328143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-you-all.html' title='Thank you all!'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-887145347777433356</id><published>2008-07-02T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:50:17.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the past few days</title><content type='html'>SRY DUDES. Couldn't do CIP with you all, but you guys had fun without me eh? I had a great saturday nonetheless. I had to make a choice and looks like it turned out pretty nice. Watch Wanted (damn was it action packed!?), bought BP Beatles (sandals like the black one MC has) and they are matching (with the ones she bought) =). AND I SPEND A LOT OF MONEY. I MUST START SAVING AHHHHHHHHHH. But it is $$$ well spent you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I bombed on GP, scrapped pass Maths. Chemistry and physics are equally disappointing. I'm losing stamina and momentum. I'm never quite the study type. I need a carrot.... fine, a real huge one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrity, till next time my frens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-887145347777433356?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/887145347777433356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=887145347777433356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/887145347777433356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/887145347777433356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/07/past-few-days.html' title='the past few days'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-3919903802615141780</id><published>2008-06-10T08:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:03:20.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My nutty week in a nutshell.</title><content type='html'>where to start, where to start. Ok, my revision schedule in the holidays are planned, well-planned in fact, BUT I TAKE A SWEEPING GLANCE AT IT EVERY MORNING and the monkey in my head is telling me to hit the remote control and watch anything and everything on tele. Then my dear doesn't quite wake up till after noon because she graciously and very nicely watches "22 men chasing after a ball" with me. ***me doing an undefined goofy action as i blog*** So she motivates me to work in the afternoon and the night. I planned the 4th week as a nice buffer. AND I ABUSED IT. WHATTA MORON. Its proven, pple who hand themselves the luxury of a "buffer" never really has it. So i struggle to cope in the end. Ok so here comes monday of the prelims week. I NOT BIO, so i no paper. So as i "mocked" how they have one less day to mug, i have one more day to work. Tuesday came soon enough, maths was ok, econs- as usual, was BONG AH and she enjoyed her accounts paper. Hmmm. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok wed and thurs was normal, sciences were ok. FRIDAY WAS LIKE HOLs. After i got screwed by maths paper 2, we lunched, annie choo didnt get to watch "get smart" since he alr watched what the rest wanted to watch - DON'T MESS WITH THE ZOHAN. Then made her happy by meeting her for dinner~~~ the next few hours were WEEEEEEE. Oh yeah, incredibly, Ms Lee had our chem MCQs out the next day (friday). i did fair. Mmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok give it a rest alr, read my blog post, make your day, you drop by to pay a tip, i smile at u and demand for more saying," give me more, i insist, i insist." and b4 u noe it, u have to be mugging again- then u will me blogging again. then u find urself tipping me again. LOL WHAT THE HECK AM I SAYING. Jeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-3919903802615141780?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/3919903802615141780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=3919903802615141780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/3919903802615141780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/3919903802615141780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-nutty-week-in-nutshell.html' title='My nutty week in a nutshell.'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-304711546893455</id><published>2008-06-10T08:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T06:02:57.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a name.</title><content type='html'>if u saw me for the very time and u just had to make a darn guess with my name, what would u have called?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-304711546893455?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/304711546893455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=304711546893455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/304711546893455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/304711546893455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/06/give-me-name.html' title='Give me a name.'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-7123525557786621519</id><published>2008-06-10T08:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:29:53.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EURO 2008</title><content type='html'>My owl-cum-panda companion, ty for "watching" Euro with me!&lt;br /&gt;English egos prevented their qualification. Now i'm just supporting the Dutch and Spanish. AND I JUST REALISED THAT both Portugal and Holland USE MY FOOTBALL MANAGER'S WINNING TACTICS AND FORMATION. WooooTTTT. Euro is wearing me out, thank god ur by my side. Prelims is sucking my brains out, Alvls will cause it to rot. What do i do.... GO SPAIN AND HOLLAND!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-7123525557786621519?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/7123525557786621519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=7123525557786621519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/7123525557786621519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/7123525557786621519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/06/euro-2008.html' title='EURO 2008'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-7278457793121593257</id><published>2008-06-10T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:23:09.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, it is quite complicated isn't it?</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered where that motivation to read your notes and indulge in doing exam papers come from? Is is that hunger for success that some people have that some obviously don't? Or are we talking about an invisible force coming inside; somewhere within that brittle skull, or maybe right from the heart. Well, i think in different phases of life, people face various problems and setbacks. I'm not having a problem of any sort i think, well ok maybe i am. I am easily stressed. I have many commitments that i don't ever want to sacrifice. Nothing is weighing me down but myself and i will just have to stand up, be strong and press on. Who's with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-7278457793121593257?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/7278457793121593257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=7278457793121593257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/7278457793121593257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/7278457793121593257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-it-is-quite-complicated-isnt-it.html' title='Life, it is quite complicated isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-1584638999175298008</id><published>2008-06-10T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T08:37:10.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing with studying.</title><content type='html'>When you get your stuff right, its almost like a learning "orgasm". Wanna bet? But when what you've learnt just ~zoom~ escapes from your head and you can't get any shit right, you just stare at the floor many levels below and ask yourself if u should just go bunjee-without the rope. LOL. Exam stress is kicking in man. My revision is damn crappy. Hope i don't get a bad banding for any subject. GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR REVISION!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-1584638999175298008?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/1584638999175298008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=1584638999175298008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/1584638999175298008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/1584638999175298008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/06/thing-with-studying.html' title='The thing with studying.'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-2765932456311793977</id><published>2008-06-09T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:10:16.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This change, my miracle.</title><content type='html'>Its been 3 long years and both of us have grown up. Grown in faith, respect, trust, love, compatibility and renewed passion. It not a new beginning, it feels more like pause and play; and this love story will never end till we lose our breathes. Love is not about instantaneous affection, rather, its more like nurture. This is probably how it lasts. Many considerations have been weighed and i'm happy about it. It shows commitment for a lasting relationship. I pray to God to ask for his blessings every night. In the prayer, i prayed for love, family bonds, family well-being and happiness and calm mind. Life is full of processes, live it to realise it. No one can tell you what happens next because no one can take the next step for you. I want to take the next steps; less haste, more thinking. Its really good to know that good friends and loved ones are always there behind you and even though they don't say it, they may well be praying for you, or taking real action. There will be those who are there to impede you, ignore them, they are just obstacles, and obstacles are meant to be overcomed. I've overcomed mine and i'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all close friends and loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-2765932456311793977?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/2765932456311793977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=2765932456311793977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/2765932456311793977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/2765932456311793977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-change-my-miracle.html' title='This change, my miracle.'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-1825323187931611961</id><published>2008-06-06T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:02:25.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The teach WK how to destress post.</title><content type='html'>Let's cut the chase short.&lt;br /&gt;1. Music&lt;br /&gt;2. A hellova person to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all you readers (if i have any) TELL ME HOW YOU DESTRESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-1825323187931611961?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/1825323187931611961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=1825323187931611961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/1825323187931611961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/1825323187931611961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/06/teach-wk-how-to-destress-post.html' title='The teach WK how to destress post.'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-2893311832971894513</id><published>2008-06-02T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T09:44:20.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Appreciation Post</title><content type='html'>Chandru's movie party turned out pretty decent but i guess the class made it all lively and spanky fun. Lunch was THE BOMB i wouldn't say its better than Karu's, its just different i guess. But the effort and sincerity was great. I think Chandru's mum was pretty pleased with how it turned out too. She kept smiling. Thumbs up Chandru, way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok NMA excos are a bunch of busy beeeeeeeees. They spend gazillions of hours planning cca stuff and still make time to plan this that everything. Lisa seemed a little carried away with something else in her head, Vivien was pretty emo i think but i realised how teenagers like to take more photos as they grow. =) Turns out, every party has to have a pooper and these guards do their jobs too well. But hey HAPPY BIRTHDAY and i enjoyed the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY THE HELL DID SINGAPORE LOSE TO UZBEKISTAN SO BADLY?!?!?!!?!??!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-2893311832971894513?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/2893311832971894513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=2893311832971894513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/2893311832971894513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/2893311832971894513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/06/appreciation-post.html' title='The Appreciation Post'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-6607400178644855571</id><published>2008-05-30T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T04:23:43.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NMA's Little Party</title><content type='html'>Silly Chandru missed it for some DotA, no offence buddy but you missed something good. I'm really impressed with Lisa's effort and sincerity. WOOT. Love the little rose-tag gift, its a awesome gesture. Yep, we all sat and brought down the house with freaky laughter and i must say THE NMA BOYS ARE JUST FUUUUN(sry girls). The 2 Andrew's were amusingly victimised, Ivan was in a way treated sceptically-"that emo warrior" (oops =D) and the shots of me were +.+ I just wanna say I LOVE YOU NMA PEPS for all the fun we had together! It was a smashing hellovaaaa great 2yrs. and and i just have to say this WHAT THE HECK IS WITH ZHENXIANG'S POSE???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-6607400178644855571?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/6607400178644855571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=6607400178644855571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/6607400178644855571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/6607400178644855571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/05/nmas-little-party.html' title='NMA&apos;s Little Party'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-2176549347498927163</id><published>2008-04-16T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T06:33:42.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maid</title><content type='html'>She bleached my shirt that wasn't stained. She destroyed it. She had the cheek to iron it and put it back into my wardrobe; first piece on top. I freaking confronted her. Armed with a rag and a grouch, she continued negotiating the stubborn stains on the dinning table. I rebuked her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fanatically, forcing her into paying for the shirt. She freaking turned around and said, "Money, No problem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-2176549347498927163?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/2176549347498927163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=2176549347498927163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/2176549347498927163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/2176549347498927163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/04/maid.html' title='The Maid'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-6017292629253188041</id><published>2008-03-25T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T07:49:24.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flop like a Blob</title><content type='html'>Now, now. Block test stood in my way and is still standing, and standing strong. There ain't no silver lining over that chin up bar, eh? Prelim 1 will hit me like a stampede but i promise (winky twist), that i'll ZOOM ZOOOM, be ultra evasive. I'M NOT DISHEARTENED you half headed dimwit *oops*. XD......  just disappointed LOR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-6017292629253188041?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/6017292629253188041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=6017292629253188041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/6017292629253188041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/6017292629253188041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/03/flop-like-blob.html' title='Flop like a Blob'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-5546648418114556986</id><published>2008-03-07T16:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T05:42:09.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song! My Obsession.</title><content type='html'>when i look at your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i shiver like a crumpling pile&lt;br /&gt;you generate powers from hell&lt;br /&gt;u've turned me into a minion somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;i think its a confession&lt;br /&gt;Oh No&lt;br /&gt;its my concession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're affectious inside out&lt;br /&gt;you make me lose my calm&lt;br /&gt;pls get out&lt;br /&gt;pls get out&lt;br /&gt;i aint wanna see u ard&lt;br /&gt;nono&lt;br /&gt;i dont want your infection&lt;br /&gt;nono&lt;br /&gt;i dont want this obsession.X2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a manifestation&lt;br /&gt;causing bizarre malfunctioning, eeah&lt;br /&gt;breaking inner relations&lt;br /&gt;causing abrupt mutations&lt;br /&gt;oh oh&lt;br /&gt;you're a surprise impression&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;you're redundant sensation&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;you're like a movie projection&lt;br /&gt;causing freeway conjestions&lt;br /&gt;dictating my progression&lt;br /&gt;turning life into dejection&lt;br /&gt;causing endless rejections&lt;br /&gt;assimilating my aggressionnnn&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS (soft)&lt;br /&gt;NOW the power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-5546648418114556986?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/5546648418114556986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=5546648418114556986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/5546648418114556986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/5546648418114556986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-song-my-obsession.html' title='New Song! My Obsession.'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-4866626258768081108</id><published>2008-03-07T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:39:30.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look. I got an E.</title><content type='html'>Ssup.&lt;br /&gt;A'lvl MT results.... an E. I probably didn't deserve anything better than that but hey, you would agree its a resentful imprint on my cert. Argh. But i was really hoping for a C or D. B would be a devastating blow to however worked for chinese. Well, let's use this to fuel myself, work for my freaking A. DAMMIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-4866626258768081108?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/4866626258768081108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=4866626258768081108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/4866626258768081108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/4866626258768081108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/03/look-i-got-e.html' title='Look. I got an E.'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-7506353713172225331</id><published>2008-01-09T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T04:55:27.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate my parents... occasionally.</title><content type='html'>If anyone ever reads this, do me a favour, don't comment about it. Even if you do, don't ever let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it ever seem fair when the best excuse your parents can give you after they blame you for something you never done is that " its because i'm your parent." Think about it, doesn't it defies every moral principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finally think you have improve in your grades, you go home, your result slip in your and hands and all you ever ask for is a pat on your back and hear the words "That's my son! Way to go!" But that never comes out right does it? It would probably sound more like "This is not ur best, ur other teachers all say it, this isn't all you got." DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it does get worst when preferencial treatment amongst siblings come into play. One day my sister and i were watching mother bake bread. We both asked the same question, in the same tone. " Can i look?" Mother told sis to "wait a while". She yelled at me and said,"YOU GO AWAY." Doesn't that just drag you beneath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents never ask their kids what they want. They simply impose instruction they think are most suitable for their kids' progress. The key word is THINK... or rather impose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you do nothing wrong, blameproof (that's what i call it), your mother can make an incredulous fuss out of it and pretend nothing happened when she finds out the truth. When I, the child, try to claim some justice, my mother's husband just tells me to shut up and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world am i suppose to swallow all the injustice and the parent gets away with it? Parents don't bother about sorry but they expect it to come naturally from a child when he does something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are never honest, they are a facade of they apparent shell. They expect all the respect from the child but the only thing they ever did to earn it is nature's pre-destined way of making me their child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i live my life knowing i'll grow up to be just like them some day and hopefully i won't need to read my son's blog. Because i know this will be his exact sentiments. F*** it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-7506353713172225331?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/7506353713172225331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=7506353713172225331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/7506353713172225331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/7506353713172225331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hate-my-parents-occasionally.html' title='I hate my parents... occasionally.'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-7402689804869018031</id><published>2008-01-04T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:52:45.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The all-about-USA post.</title><content type='html'>HEY, WHAT GIVES... criticising my tardy updates....&lt;br /&gt;It all starts when we have to be in the airport 7 hours before departure because my maid's flight back home is 2 hours away. That's not where it ends... Transiting in Taipei, we rushed to try their beef noodles when mother continued nagging relentlessly about how we'll miss the plane. We pouring the noodles and soup down our throats dad and i RAN towards the arrival gate and we had to wait another 30 mins. LORD JESUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokays.... we touched down and the lively tour guide gave us history lesson No.1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland and Universal Studios were on the first 2 days of the tour. Nothing must here.... Just all the OOOs!!! and the AhhhHHHss!!! and the undesirable camera flashing at the end of the thrill rides... all the stuff any visitor to these 2 places will relate to you. O. They do have a KwiK-E-Mart in Universal Studios-just for those who noe what that is. And yeah, i do think that our universal studios in sentosa is going to suck, judging by the hk's and tokyo's renditions of mickey-mouse-land. More importantly, Uni Studios can't hold a finger to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After history lesson No.Whatever, the tour passengers are ready for shopping spree NO.1. So nothing to see here, move along. Just silly people wasting money on last season's goods. i'm afraid that does incude me. Damn. And yeah, i did consume mexican food. QUESIDILLASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't live to hear another history lesson, it lulled me to massive slumber. UNTIL WE REACHED THE GRAND CANYON!!! Wah i tell you ah... Takes your damn breath away man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day is retarded. Some people wanted to see Grand Canyon all over again. This time in a helicopter at the West Rim. (We did the south rim b4). Now that's wasting gazillions of monies and 2 days of time in the canyon. Its damn nice la but for a whole day's travel plus US$300 per head for 2hour of flight----&gt;Nutcase. instead, 3 families including mine went shopping spree no.2. This is its the premium outlets. WOOT. This is honestly an equal waste of money. DANG IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK as of now i'm very lazy to keep typing. till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-7402689804869018031?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/7402689804869018031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=7402689804869018031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/7402689804869018031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/7402689804869018031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-about-usa-post.html' title='The all-about-USA post.'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-3928785318010063481</id><published>2007-10-28T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T06:34:25.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Infatuation Post</title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Do i continue to wait for signs or do i create my own? i know i dont want it to slip by like before but this is a huge decision. The feelings are there but i have to make a choice. Put it on hold or take a grasp onto it. I know i want this but there's always an element of worry. Lord Jesus, bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-3928785318010063481?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/3928785318010063481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=3928785318010063481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/3928785318010063481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/3928785318010063481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2007/10/infatuation-post.html' title='The Infatuation Post'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-918003978472349112</id><published>2007-08-22T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:41:26.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "That Hot Babe" Post</title><content type='html'>Wooosh. I opened the friendster window. I tried to enter the words "claire mong". My fingers refused. I tried again. My hand slapped me on my face.  I tried using my toes, it worked. I clicked enter.  The 2 eggs, 3 kaya toasts, 5 cutlets, 3 fishballs, 1 large intestine, 1 small intestine try to run out of my stomach. Now i know why my hands slapped me - unbelievably &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt; man. WOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-918003978472349112?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/918003978472349112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=918003978472349112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/918003978472349112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/918003978472349112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2007/08/that-hot-babe-post.html' title='The &quot;That Hot Babe&quot; Post'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-700348085964481260</id><published>2007-08-19T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T07:19:22.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The try to Mock the Yuxian Post</title><content type='html'>Let Hewlett Packard Printers take you to a newer, better level of printing technology.&lt;br /&gt;Proudly presenting the new 400i series, the first of its kind, the world's fastest manual photocopier; Yuxian 400i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution: Only use gay colours otherwise machine will whine. This machine cannot run on vegetables, it eats meat. Maintain safety distance when using device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now available at all skinny retailers, get yours today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUXIAN DON'T GET ANGRY!!! FOR FUN ONLY!!! HAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-700348085964481260?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/700348085964481260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=700348085964481260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/700348085964481260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/700348085964481260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2007/08/try-to-mock-yuxian-post.html' title='The try to Mock the Yuxian Post'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-7902559369878142260</id><published>2007-08-14T06:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:40:53.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mock the JiaHao post.</title><content type='html'>Canon Presents.&lt;br /&gt;The Revolutionary Canon Pixma; the world's first, manual photocopier:&lt;br /&gt;The Canon Pixma JiaHao 400.&lt;br /&gt;Get yours today- Electricity no required, he lives on cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! LOL!!! JiaHao! If u ever read this, this really is just a joke. HAHAHAHAHAHA.... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-7902559369878142260?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/7902559369878142260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=7902559369878142260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/7902559369878142260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/7902559369878142260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2007/08/mock-jiahao-post.html' title='The mock the JiaHao post.'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-1348873203900275366</id><published>2007-08-14T06:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T08:40:40.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Annoyant</title><content type='html'>My lovely friends have criticised about my ^*&amp;)*(@#&amp;amp;amp;amp;)$*@&amp;#$*&amp;amp;!_# first post. Well, maybe i shall add a second to annoy them as well. After all, blogging is a way to, well, run away from boredom.... Temporarily i suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-1348873203900275366?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/1348873203900275366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=1348873203900275366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/1348873203900275366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/1348873203900275366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-annoyant.html' title='Another Annoyant'/><author><name>yKidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255698620367645928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522445138445737996.post-4444273846782189098</id><published>2007-08-14T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T06:17:25.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's right... I finally start blogging...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm..... Nothing to see here, so move along. NO! WAIT... COME BACK. ( i know this is corny). Hmmmm.... I guess i'll have to wait till something pops in my head before i post something more engaging. That will probably come next year.... i suppose...... i think.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522445138445737996-4444273846782189098?l=kidwithaslant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/feeds/4444273846782189098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4522445138445737996&amp;postID=4444273846782189098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/4444273846782189098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4522445138445737996/posts/default/4444273846782189098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidwithaslant.blogspot.com/2007/08/thats-right-i-finally-start-blogging.html' title='That&apos;s right... 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