<?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-2900735671130622134</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:35:06.863-07:00</updated><category term='drawings'/><title type='text'>Yellow :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-8478327598640336881</id><published>2009-09-27T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T06:54:38.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not deny. I am a retail snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like brands and I love men's magazines and I love prestige and paying excessive money for a piece of garment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you my income group does not allow me to enjoy such material pleasures and I usually wait very long for an offer. Just to be able to acquire a particular branded good. I can save and be on a shopping stint for long until an offer comes up and I pounce upon it like a pack of wolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people used to keep asking why I like to spend so much. I never really had an answer to them except to cite that the quality of the stuff are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not true.. Because I know now how to articulate in words the reason I engage in such spending practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no looks no body no height. The only way I can make myself a little more attractive is to cover myself with brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES THAT ANSWER YOUR QUESTION NOW???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-8478327598640336881?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/8478327598640336881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-do-not-deny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/8478327598640336881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/8478327598640336881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-do-not-deny.html' title=''/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-4780075564042420742</id><published>2009-08-14T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:28:01.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with my usual group of friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fantastic awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Teppanyaki at Ion, Dunkin Donuts, and Ben n Jerry's at Dempseys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listened to some good music by this band made up of people whom you would never think would come together and form a band.&lt;br /&gt;One seniorer member at the drums.. wearing a polo and slacks.. Normal seniorer wear.. But when he goes at the drums its really like some freaking rock star (especially if you're sitting right in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Indonesian looking/dressing guy with curly hair at bass... He gives a normal face until he sees that you're noticing him and he gives you the happiest looking grin ever. And he doesn't move that much, but will suddenly break into some hip thrusting, knee bending actions while playing his bass and giving his grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One curly long haired guy with those nerd specs where EVERYONE is wearing nowadays at guitar.. Never really seen him because he was at the other side of the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moustached guy at keyboard wearing a checkered shirt and looking real stressed when I picked 'If I Ain't got You' for the song because it was so piano/keyboard intensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...&lt;br /&gt;Probably the best-looking girl I have seen in the flesh so far.. There are clues that she is mixed blood, in her accent and skin colour. But she has this really perfect 36-24-32 kind of body.. Large eyes and a button nose to match, and long straight hair that's dyed brown. She was really spontaneous and mingled well with the audience, teasing them on their choices (before performing them out with gusto).. and omg did she steal my heart away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she did agree to sing my choice of song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Daydream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad I couldn't chance at waving goodbye to her (and maybe blowing her a kiss so that she can return one) because there was this lameass angmoh talking to her.. that fatass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Jerry ROCKS :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-4780075564042420742?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/4780075564042420742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/08/went-out-with-my-usual-group-of-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/4780075564042420742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/4780075564042420742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/08/went-out-with-my-usual-group-of-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-6859380457976898442</id><published>2009-08-03T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:22:27.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to an old love.</title><content type='html'>I went back to an old relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With dancing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I didn't do any performance or any kind of choreography for that matter. I still don't have the guts to go to that super-advanced dance lesson which I mentioned in a previous post where I had 2 left feet, arms and balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for technical classes, one by a friend, and when I went back to school and joined in the technical classes. It feels damn different to do such classes and actually know what you're doing and what you're supposed to train. Rather than just follow through and do the steps like a zombie. Too bad I didn't get this earlier, or I's probably be understanding the stupid class I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I quote my friend: It's hard to have a tummy when you do ballet because you suck it in almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's motivation :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-6859380457976898442?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6859380457976898442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-old-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/6859380457976898442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/6859380457976898442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-old-love.html' title='Back to an old love.'/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-4398056854374268795</id><published>2009-07-25T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:01:23.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>My good friend told me:&lt;br /&gt;我觉得你已经graduate from your emo stage了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad. Looking back upon my past, ie that 'emo stage' I feel pretty dumb. I probably had a lot of things others did not and I really did not care to find any joy out of it, and chose instead to wallow in my self-pity over trivial things. Oh well, a good bunch of years wasted, but at least there was a lesson learnt from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there are many things to be sad about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whether you indulge in it, is really just up to you. (stolen from my other friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Ion Orchard with another good friend whom I had a hell of a crush on back in school but never really got around confessing because I never felt I was anywhere near her league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time, and I realise I wouldn't have if the exact same thing happened 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you put all these dumb feelings aside everything becomes so much more comfortable and much easier to enjoy the other's company. I guess sometimes, having a so-called 'significant other' isn't that much of a big deal after all, and the desire to do so always keeps messing around with our heads and making us do stupid things. Which, I pretty much have done to lose quite a good friend recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons in life I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362644749882117938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Smvw_M1WTzI/AAAAAAAAABw/aKDtQrUnoCY/s320/cin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;C-IN2 is probably the first brand to come up with the push-up undergear. The patented adjustable Sling Support System holds up your family jewels to give you that enhanced look up front. Dubbed the 'Push-up Bra' for men, the Sling Support System guarantees any man the extra confidence needed.&lt;br /&gt;Head down to NewUrbanMale.com @ The Heeren Shops &amp;amp; Citilink Mall to get your very own C-IN2 Sling Support Undergear today! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the line 'give you that enhanced look up front' HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-4398056854374268795?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/4398056854374268795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/4398056854374268795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/4398056854374268795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts.'/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Smvw_M1WTzI/AAAAAAAAABw/aKDtQrUnoCY/s72-c/cin2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-1746471632236416011</id><published>2009-07-18T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:05:48.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While waiting for food at the restaurant, I caught a glimpse of a teenage couple doing the things teenage couples do at the ice cream place just outside (mind you it was nothing kinky nor hanky panky, just mere.. you know, normal couple stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look upon them with jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo long ago was attached life for me. Sure I have gotten over it, or at least more or less gotten over it, but sometimes seeing others have their love and care and nonsense of the like, it is still a rather envious sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in my little temporary emotional well I said, subconciously "Oh, so sweet, I so jealous"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend lifted his head, checked the couple out, and went back to his food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The girl not chio one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha my friends rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-1746471632236416011?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/1746471632236416011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-waiting-for-food-at-restaurant-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/1746471632236416011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/1746471632236416011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-waiting-for-food-at-restaurant-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-3215753095793151304</id><published>2009-07-10T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T04:09:03.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things.</title><content type='html'>Something good happened in the workplace and I guess I don't have to end up burning weekends consecutively anymore. So that's good. I was expecting hell to come by once I return to my workplace, but I guess this kind of tones down the hellishness of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life throws you little treats, little boons when you least expect, and these things can be a real morale booster. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new wallet, and I was going on about transferring stuff from the old, knobbly one to the new one. After discarding the one-inch thick worth of old receipts and IOUs to loansharks, I started checking the cards, and I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-girlfriend's picture!&lt;br /&gt;(FYI, it was a year since I broke up, due to her pursuit of studies in UK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite funny, these little things that reminds me about the attached life before which I now even doubt that I ever had. Back in school, everything was so much more innocent and clear cut before we actually came in touch with stuff like clubbing and work stress and alcohol and office politics and this and that. Looking at this picture I've come to realise a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd probably not do that pose anymore now, and probably won't go to botanic gardens either. Probably if I updated this picture it's be in some club with smoke and too white skin due to flash. (Note: she used to DESPISE the mere THOUGHT of clubbing) Okay so I'm being a little too exaggerating about the club thing, but I feel like I'm looking at a memory of a person rather than the actual person herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environments change people, and as people we have to adapt to suit the environment to survive. As a result a lot of us end up throwing away what was innate in us to do so. I cannot imagine myself being once again, the JC student that I was, nor anything than what I am now. But sometimes it's really scary when you haven't seen someone for so long, and she comes back a different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person whom that picture fails to capture anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's a part of growing up and moving on and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not so ... fast?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-3215753095793151304?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/3215753095793151304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/3215753095793151304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/3215753095793151304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-things.html' title='A few things.'/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-3934444789349061966</id><published>2009-07-09T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:16:59.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three weeks after.</title><content type='html'>Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that bad.. If you didnt count the fact that I got a rejection online, lost my camera, and got arrowed for every piece of work that comes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sincerely, Taiwan is a great place! There's so much sky, because the view isn't always blocked by high rise apartments and office buildings. The clouds seem lower too, because somewhere in the horizon there's more or less a chance to see a mountain where its peak is among the clouds. It can be really hot, but its duely compensated with the frequent winds and breezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service here, I daresay isn't very different from that in Singapore. You get your fair share of promoters not giving a hoot, or being too friendly, and standing behind you like a bodyguard and breathing down your neck as you browse for clothes and such. But all in all, they are definitely friendlier, and the girls.. more presentable i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am insinuating that girls back home are of a lower standard. But it's just that they really know how to doll themselves up. I saw one girl wearing a normal Giordano T-shirt(the cheer me up one) but making it look really good because she had wild hair and denim skirts and boots to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they really put much care in looking good. Virtually no girl I see is without make up and no guy is without styled hair. I guess even for their daily routines such as going to buy lunch or groceries is a opportunity for them to dress up and experiment. And try different stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore I guess in Singapore theres too many unspoken rules to dressing, norms we have to conform to. So EVERYONE conforms, and in the end we all look the same. I guess there no such rule actually exists, and everyone does their best to add and accessorize and for us its a real visual feast. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. But then again, it's just good 'scenery' i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, in terms of urban planning, Singapore still reigns.. Technically. Taiwan, everything is more cluttered and unorganised, and the streets are definitely less clean. But it's also where shopowners have less restrictions to 'zhng' their shops and expand within their own space. There's a lot more personality when it comes to coffeeshops and normal retail places and its not always just the same few brands in the different shopping centres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The street food is definitely a lot less healthy and clean. But wayyy more delicious XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still really no place like home :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-3934444789349061966?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/3934444789349061966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/07/three-weeks-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/3934444789349061966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/3934444789349061966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/07/three-weeks-after.html' title='Three weeks after.'/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-6334963386349823196</id><published>2009-06-17T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T05:38:07.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last entry, for the next three weeks.</title><content type='html'>Yeaps, cos I'm going overseas for work.&lt;br /&gt;For three weeks. Eeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so may be not THAT a lot.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to miss people :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I was coming home from last minute shopping in preparation for this worktrip, and I walked past this badminton court where some kids were playing badminton(duh). Just so happens another middle aged woman was also walking the same direction as me. She was pulling along her child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Situation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pathway leads to the middle of the badminton court, and comes out from the other middle of the badminton court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mission:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get across to the other path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kiat course of action&lt;/strong&gt;(which is probably the same course of action as 90% of the population):&lt;br /&gt;Walk around the perimeter of the badminton court, keeping an eye on hostile targets(kids) and any possible hostile projectiles(shuttlecocks) and avoiding them while indulging in silent mockery of their less-than-mediocre badminton skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;middle aged woman with kid course of action:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announce "PLEASE LET ME PASS" and proceed to walk across the middle of the badminton court. Upon any evidence of hostile intent(which probably just means them continuing play before the whole width of the badminton court is covered), move a few paces to well distanced area, and shout at kids. Messages which can be shouted include: "THEY NEVER TEACH YOU TO LET OLD LADY AND KID PASS THE PLACE UH. WHAT KIND OF SHIT THEY TEACH YOU IN SCHOOL LAH. ARE YOU ALL SO DUMB TO NOT LET ME PASS. I DONT KNOW WHAT THE HELL THEY TEACH IN SCHOOL NOWADAYS. NOW KIDS ARE SO STUPID." and leave the enemies(kids) in total confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Result of KCA(kiat course of action):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiat crosses the danger area undetected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Result of MAWCA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemy attrition rate 100%. Middle age woman pwns all. All of their base are belong to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man that woman is goood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-6334963386349823196?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6334963386349823196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-entry-for-next-three-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/6334963386349823196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/6334963386349823196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-entry-for-next-three-weeks.html' title='Last entry, for the next three weeks.'/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-143453088254160663</id><published>2009-06-14T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T07:51:15.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion religion</title><content type='html'>I was just IM-ing my friend who is a Catholic and he broke up with his ex who was a Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God/Allah/Buddha/Vishnu/other holy beings imagine what trouble they would have if their relationship were to work out. It would be like Zohan and the Palestine girl in Don't Mess with the Zohan show. HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that aside, after rantings about *censors actual organisation name* members who keep asking people to go to talks conventions and performances at expo and go to their very nicely constructed buildings. And some other sarcastic racist comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to question my own religious views. It kind of gives me a little bit of identity crisis sometimes when I see buddhists being vegans, and christians going about with their faith thing and Hindus with their hindu things and muslims with their muslim things. I'm technically Buddhist, but i know nuts about the teachings, i don't go temple very much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only few times i burn joss sticks are:&lt;br /&gt;exam periods&lt;br /&gt;before enlistment&lt;br /&gt;when i get into trouble&lt;br /&gt;and whenever else i need some kind of 'divine intervention'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And probably when i believe in cause and effect its when&lt;br /&gt;Cause: Some asshole scratches my bro's car and runs away&lt;br /&gt;Effect: Something bad will happen to him because we all couldn't do anything about the scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause: I let my seat to some old lady&lt;br /&gt;Effect: The hot babe opposite will see that I am a nice guy and contemplate going out with me (Which eventually does not materialise because she is ignorant of my existence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corny jokes aside, I guess I just believe that we should just all be nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not lying, not killing, not sinning, some people do it because they either do not want to be struck down upon by *insert holy figure* or they feel that it is the duty that *insert holy figure* has bestowed upon them to do nice things. I guess I just do it because I want to be nicer to people around me, and that I don't piss them off and subsequently get a beating from them, or the police HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if i happen to not capitalise your particular holy being's name.. I apologize here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually I don't really care AHAHHAAHAHHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-143453088254160663?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/143453088254160663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/06/religion-religion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/143453088254160663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/143453088254160663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/06/religion-religion.html' title='Religion religion'/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-3987107171823776945</id><published>2009-06-14T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T06:55:54.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps the best drawing i have ever done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Like seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think subsequent drawings i post will pale in comparison to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347181275801068114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/SjUBCi2-IlI/AAAAAAAAABo/hNnGMnpCD3s/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think IMG_0866.jpg is such a unworthy name for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It should be named thedrawingtopwnalldrawings.jpg or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-3987107171823776945?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/3987107171823776945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/06/perhaps-best-drawing-i-have-ever-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/3987107171823776945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/3987107171823776945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/06/perhaps-best-drawing-i-have-ever-done.html' title='Perhaps the best drawing i have ever done.'/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/SjUBCi2-IlI/AAAAAAAAABo/hNnGMnpCD3s/s72-c/IMG_0688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-7119490700702162790</id><published>2009-05-31T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T06:12:13.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random random</title><content type='html'>I just watched Star Wars Episode 3 again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that during the lightsaber fight scenes, you hear the cackle of the lightsabers hitting, but you don't actually see then connect :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't realised, the Sith people all have yellow eyes appearing at random times.&lt;br /&gt;So from my powers of inference, I deduce that this could possibly be one of the ways the Sith community tries to get people to join their side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341973947096590690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/SiKBAHwVaWI/AAAAAAAAABg/wT68NePyK0w/s320/anakin-skywalker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Due to limited stocks, we are only allowed to give one set per person.* (explaining why the yellow eyes don't appear all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Pretty princess girlfriends may leave you due to your demise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-7119490700702162790?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/7119490700702162790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-random.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/7119490700702162790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/7119490700702162790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-random.html' title='random random'/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/SiKBAHwVaWI/AAAAAAAAABg/wT68NePyK0w/s72-c/anakin-skywalker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-6010133296268255589</id><published>2009-05-25T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:30:29.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check!</title><content type='html'>Today is demoralising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go for a dance class, pay 15 dollars, then spend the whole time not following. Urrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having two left feet is one thing. Having two left feet and two left hands and two left balls is a different thing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must tui chu jiang hu already. The jiang hu is too good for me. Last time the jiang hu is like some lousy water glue now become like elephant glue. Too powerful. My waterglue cannot stick properly already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiat kiat must go back to basics.&lt;br /&gt;Must make until at least like UHU glue still can have some fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noobnoob dance technique lessons here I come! \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-6010133296268255589?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6010133296268255589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/05/reality-check.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/6010133296268255589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/6010133296268255589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/05/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check!'/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-8214222946244268458</id><published>2009-05-23T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:03:02.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blam Blam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like getting vomited on by a boomer, in an enclosed area with many zombies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally trapped. Like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339050174129484226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Shgd2Ir5scI/AAAAAAAAABY/2q3tchMEMJg/s320/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kind of trapped. Yup jus like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't struggle now.  Can't see cos the vomit cover, need wait for teammates to help out a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quick before my HP depletes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-8214222946244268458?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/8214222946244268458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/05/blam-blam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/8214222946244268458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/8214222946244268458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/05/blam-blam.html' title='Blam Blam.'/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Shgd2Ir5scI/AAAAAAAAABY/2q3tchMEMJg/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-424385886023160777</id><published>2009-05-17T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T03:05:51.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing.. Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sg_g6feRvkI/AAAAAAAAABA/C6a5sgDsO-c/s1600-h/PICT6044.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly my blog is creeping to the brink of extinction....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just started it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really can't think of stuff to write sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i put another drawing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YayyyYyyyyyy *hyper*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336731615592603202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sg_hIRD-XkI/AAAAAAAAABI/lSFe76qW7rk/s400/PICT6044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that's my signature. This is another deviantart photo - inspired drawing. and that signature is my name :D 'kiat' yea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm talking to a wall. OH WELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-424385886023160777?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/424385886023160777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/05/drawing-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/424385886023160777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/424385886023160777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/05/drawing-again.html' title='Drawing.. Again'/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sg_hIRD-XkI/AAAAAAAAABI/lSFe76qW7rk/s72-c/PICT6044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-1270238066761542536</id><published>2009-05-11T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:22:41.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:S</title><content type='html'>This feeling is good, but so not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please oh please don't let me get into another mess. Just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I just had to let that out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;Back to happy brightcolour loving me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-1270238066761542536?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/1270238066761542536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/05/s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/1270238066761542536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/1270238066761542536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/05/s.html' title=':S'/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-6683364246732941552</id><published>2009-05-09T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:16:15.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 in 10!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-TOP: blue 0px solid; BORDER-LEFT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: blue 0px solid" href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/fall_in_love"&gt;&lt;img alt="fun quizzes and meme for blog" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/guy8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes"&gt;blog quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish it was true. Apparently online quizzes are not to be trusted. Before that I tried this which horoscope is most compatible thing and it contradicted with some other one i tried before, and er.. This time it kind of put salt on a little wound(go figure), so I shall not show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went for a performance yesterday and it was pretty good! Wow. Seems like the arts scene is slowly flourishing in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a period waaaay past my time :( Oh well. Life goes on, Dreams don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that isn't the point. Point is, I got my hands on an album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333872945461902354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/SgW5Lw9SvBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MVIhyvJHpAg/s400/alicia-keys-unplugged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn old album but the songs are *cough* hard to seach for *cough* because they are live versions so i went to buy it. It's like listening to her whole live concert with skips in between. And its nice x 213871273612863.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to her concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to marry her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she's one of the 8 out of 10 HAHAHAHAAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-6683364246732941552?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6683364246732941552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/05/8-in-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/6683364246732941552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/6683364246732941552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/05/8-in-10.html' title='8 in 10!'/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/SgW5Lw9SvBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MVIhyvJHpAg/s72-c/alicia-keys-unplugged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900735671130622134.post-6734903839334397160</id><published>2009-05-03T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T04:39:41.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><title type='text'>Hello :)</title><content type='html'>Hello world. I am a guy who's been sucked into this maelstrom of blogging. Hopefully it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I don't have anything to write right now after hours of mindless time-killing facebook quiz doing and profile stalking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I put a drawing! YAyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf18PEos5eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yh6UOOpa4UU/s1600-h/PICT6030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf18PEos5eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yh6UOOpa4UU/s400/PICT6030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331554132260873698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something i drawn according to a photo i found in deviantart. Some time last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway im working under a different pen-name already not the 'pieces' thing as shown there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That particular penname i did after my breakup, so its like some broken heart made to look like a P and i add words. But then again, we shouldn't be living in our own depressed dark past right? So subsequent pictures will have a different signature. I don't infringe and don't put other people's work with different signatures on my blog and passing it off as mine, if that's what you may be thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe my next post will be about my signature(s)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900735671130622134-6734903839334397160?l=ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6734903839334397160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/6734903839334397160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900735671130622134/posts/default/6734903839334397160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebrightcolours.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html' title='Hello :)'/><author><name>kiatkiat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751596185968949519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf2Lx3UNKEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oX3ak3L8HjA/S220/PICT1607.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_WtHQppSKc/Sf18PEos5eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yh6UOOpa4UU/s72-c/PICT6030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
