<?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-4533566314717404401</id><updated>2011-11-30T17:06:50.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just me - kL</title><subtitle type='html'>now, fill my life with colours!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533566314717404401.post-6604722264274806028</id><published>2008-08-29T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:15:40.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>290808</title><content type='html'>this day marks my 21st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohooooooooo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but end of the day, its just another day. but thx to ben, bt and sl. u 3 rocks. am really happy that u 3 are there yest. nothing beats having the 3 of you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of cos, those invited to my place tml. u guys all play a part. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-6604722264274806028?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6604722264274806028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=6604722264274806028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/6604722264274806028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/6604722264274806028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2008/08/290808.html' title='290808'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-182771002686612523</id><published>2008-08-25T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:14:09.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>refreshed !</title><content type='html'>it definitely feels great to be resting at home on a monday. well i got off for today so as to rest at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back from outfield last thurs and fri was on duty till sat morning. there, i think i deserve some rest dont i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel more refresh now although body's aching all over after sat's soccer game at fico. its been 3 weeks since i last played a game of soccer. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to train up more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-182771002686612523?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/182771002686612523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=182771002686612523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/182771002686612523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/182771002686612523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2008/08/refreshed.html' title='refreshed !'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-6374110127490943581</id><published>2008-08-24T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:54:19.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>a twist as bad as twister. and i got twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever things go wrong, i seriously wonder if i had said or done smth correctly. time after time, i really think i shld jus keep quiet and not say anything. but why am i talking so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shld be like the joker in the Dark Knight. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a retard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-6374110127490943581?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6374110127490943581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=6374110127490943581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/6374110127490943581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/6374110127490943581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2008/08/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-240177195221588900</id><published>2008-08-14T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:22:23.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>when u enjoy wad u are doing, at that particular moment, time seems to pass so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when ure doing something u loathe, time seems to trickle like a drip in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy's getting better. removed his stitches today. he is on his way to recovering fully! =&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-240177195221588900?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/240177195221588900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=240177195221588900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/240177195221588900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/240177195221588900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2008/08/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-853823142970257347</id><published>2008-08-07T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:54:07.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>discharged</title><content type='html'>daddy's discharged! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happpyyyyyyy !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-853823142970257347?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/853823142970257347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=853823142970257347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/853823142970257347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/853823142970257347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2008/08/discharged.html' title='discharged'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-5198018033911304983</id><published>2008-08-03T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:00:14.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out</title><content type='html'>Pushed out from the OT at 2200. he went in at 1230. can u imagine? according to the prof, the operation took 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blur look from his face, the tubes all around his body, his limbs almost not moving at all. i cant describe the feeling at all. heart just feels strange, pain, helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was totally 'seeing stars' the 1st day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the 3rd, he could at least joke. i hope its just gonna get better and better. and i saw the operation scar. a total of 19 stitches starting from the xyphoid process till the belly button. the 'staples' attached to the cut skin was horrible. can totally imagine the pain he's going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired from the travelling to and from the hospital. but i believe mummy's going through much more than me and my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls. let him recover faster than expected so that mummy wont have to tire herself that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-5198018033911304983?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5198018033911304983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=5198018033911304983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/5198018033911304983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/5198018033911304983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2008/08/out.html' title='Out'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-6484373359146137763</id><published>2008-07-29T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:00:48.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300708</title><content type='html'>looks like im gonna suffer from imsonia tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worried worried worried !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-6484373359146137763?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6484373359146137763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=6484373359146137763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/6484373359146137763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/6484373359146137763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2008/07/300708.html' title='300708'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-6532814218600622209</id><published>2008-07-26T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:15:50.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>也许这就是我想要的</title><content type='html'>又过了一个礼拜。距离当完兵的日子又少了一个礼拜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming wed is gonna be a long day for my family. daddy's going for op and hopefully everything's gonna turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i nid to do:&lt;br /&gt;- slp early this sun! (mon morning going for range)&lt;br /&gt;- save more money!&lt;br /&gt;- smoke less!&lt;br /&gt;- drive slow!&lt;br /&gt;- make more frens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accident rates are high. people out there, pls drive slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medics bloody proud. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-6532814218600622209?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6532814218600622209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=6532814218600622209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/6532814218600622209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/6532814218600622209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='也许这就是我想要的'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-883333421489815183</id><published>2008-07-14T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:57:04.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ride low, drive slow.</title><content type='html'>been to workshops to do some stuffs on the car. washed the car and ive come to realise, i love the car man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, finally got to eat my parents' fried oyster after so long. yea! but nah, they din cook that at a stall. they cooked it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after listening to some rants, i come to realise sometimes people can be so selfish that they can disregard others' difficulty. for the sake of themselves, they can be so selfish. i seriously think the word 'selfish' is too light for such people. cant really find a worse word for them. but they definitely deserve worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. back to nee soon camp after one week in kranji camp. and tml's monday! ive jus watched epi18 and gotta wait for another 7 days before epi19 comes out. awwwww. long wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-883333421489815183?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/883333421489815183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=883333421489815183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/883333421489815183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/883333421489815183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2008/07/ride-low-drive-slow.html' title='ride low, drive slow.'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-5618815834543731632</id><published>2008-07-12T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T03:45:28.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 jul 2008</title><content type='html'>a new start to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a combat medic instructor now. getting closer and closer to the axio that i want. living the life that i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy's getting better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, things start to piece up. i hope everything's gonna be fine. no more twists and turns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-5618815834543731632?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5618815834543731632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=5618815834543731632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/5618815834543731632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/5618815834543731632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2008/07/12-jul-2008.html' title='12 jul 2008'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-6545769936987052951</id><published>2008-03-04T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:54:22.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to girl?</title><content type='html'>girl wants me to update. hmmm. taking abit of time out while im watching dou niu yao bu yao. ok got my posting today. after BSLC, nxt up is Combat Medic! faint.&lt;br /&gt;reporting back to SMTI tml. 0745. hmm. i wonder wad surprise girl expect me to giv her here. haha. perhaps another way ba. blog to surprise ppl, kinda hard yea. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. half year of service. 1 and a half year more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-6545769936987052951?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6545769936987052951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=6545769936987052951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/6545769936987052951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/6545769936987052951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-girl.html' title='to girl?'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-7885001471864207333</id><published>2007-11-17T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:20:12.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over this one month</title><content type='html'>seriously, there's nothing much to take note of for the past one month. jus for the simple reason that im in the army now. its either training, lectures or still training. but mayb jus some 'major' events that happened over the past one month that i've not blogged about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;field camp.&lt;br /&gt;like wad many says, field camp is jus one of those tough trainings in army. ok, it wasnt super tough till everyone collapse. but still, training in the jungle is something so diff. mayb everyone has diff adaptations ability. for me, it was one with mixed feelings. sleeping with all the bugs, training with muds and soils, and also living without the things that many ppl invented for the better of our lives (i.e, lights, fans, beds, hp, toilet). like wad my PC says, it makes us learn how to appreciate these things.&lt;br /&gt;a 6 days 5 night camp, everything we did was really new to most of us. or shld i say everyone one of us. couldnt really describe my feelings abt the field camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;really thinks that it could have been better although girl mentioned in her blog that she's been treated almost like a princess. the lack of time outside, really gave me little time to prepare her birthday. was really hoping she'd be happy with the things that ive prepared for her with the limited time i had with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit test.&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a situational test. i missed that because i was on status. now i haf to wait for the re-sit test. kind of like reluctant to miss it but unfortunately, i jus cant join in the rest. so jus like that, i was outfield for 3 days doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;livegrenade.&lt;br /&gt;jus before booking out yest, went for the livegrenade range. i swear the feeling is really shiok. its really a once in a lifetime thing. from all the waiting, to me standing out there, with a grenade on my hand, to the explosion. everything seems to happen so quickly. but nevertheless, the experience is really a very nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and really thx girl for coming to pasir ris yest. she was like telling me she doesnt wanna go there. sometimes really hoped she'd picked me up la. but ok lo, respect her decision and i myself think that pasir ris is really a very faraway place consider that we stay at bt panjang. but she surprised me when she says she'll be waiting for me at pasir ris. on that instance when i board the fastcraft, was smiling all the way even until my apc f me. lolz. ok wasnt really a f, but he branded me as an ah beng. =/&lt;br /&gt;but i feel so bad because girl slept in the cab.(we waited for like an hour for a cab! zZz) can really sense that she's really tired and she took time to acc me eat dinner. (also her dinner la because she waited for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every little thing she does, makes me love her even deeper.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, gonna enjoy my weekend. because my re sit test could end on a sat nxt week. zzZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-7885001471864207333?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/7885001471864207333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=7885001471864207333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/7885001471864207333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/7885001471864207333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2007/11/over-this-one-month.html' title='over this one month'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-3585676726545942525</id><published>2007-10-14T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T16:37:17.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>finally its the end of the PTP phase. and now im gonna enter the BMT phase. 2 hours b4 i book in. found a bit of time to blog. army life's really diff from civillian life. found it difficult to adapt at 1st. but now kinda ok to it. but still, find that the time off given is too little. but wad can i do?&lt;br /&gt;went to east coast yest, to cycle, and watch someone roller blade, b4 going to bowling. but time passed faster than i thought. real fast. suddenly, its time to return home. to make it worse, i had a cough which starts every 3 sec. couldnt complete my meal in peace and i think girl was kinda turned off by that. went to see a doc and slept after eating my med. there goes my sat. and here i am, waiting for wq to leave hse and getting ready to book in. nxt week im gonna book out on sat. one day rest b4 i head for field camp.&lt;br /&gt;kinda dizzy now. guess i'll head out 1st for a walk while waiting for wq. cya all nxt week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-3585676726545942525?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533566314717404401.post-7584968751922952150</id><published>2007-09-13T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T10:12:15.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The National Service</title><content type='html'>1 and a half more hour to go b4 i head to Pasir ris and subsequently, pulau tekong. mixed feelings. donno how i'll adapt in there. hopefully its not gonna be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no matter wad, im gonna keep up to my promise. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-7584968751922952150?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/7584968751922952150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=7584968751922952150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/7584968751922952150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/7584968751922952150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2007/09/national-service.html' title='The National Service'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-6158650404212083037</id><published>2007-09-04T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:47:09.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nxt up, tekong.</title><content type='html'>ok. chalet's over. nothing else for me to count down except to tekong. 9 days more. but having 2 days deducted away, 1 for buying army stuffs and 1 for the enlistment day itself, im left with jus 7 days of freedom. im so gonna thoroughly enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIONG AH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-6158650404212083037?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6158650404212083037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=6158650404212083037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/6158650404212083037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/6158650404212083037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2007/09/nxt-up-tekong.html' title='nxt up, tekong.'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-1593415938157720031</id><published>2007-08-27T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:32:03.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy.</title><content type='html'>haf been busy with preparations to the chalet. we jus don wan it to be a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to help mummy yest and encountered 2 incidents which pisses me off. 1st, a lorry driver with kids, hit the side of the car with their door. and the kid open the door as though the whole space is his. i know he's a kid. but look, beside him is some other ppl's property. ok, find the cheapest car in the market, it costs u at least 20over k. its not 20 over dollars ok?!&lt;br /&gt;den nxt, we din see it. but i 4got to close my side mirror and as a result, it was knocked slanted by some inconsiderate ppl. wad if that had happened to ur car? dammit man.&lt;br /&gt;add that to the scratch we had, i feel that whoever lets me see him doing damage to our car, don bet against me f***ing him/her upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days to chalet. and more stuffs to be done. may the chalet be a success. or at least, not a boring one. =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-1593415938157720031?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/1593415938157720031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=1593415938157720031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/1593415938157720031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/1593415938157720031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy.'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533566314717404401.post-9056213805586544672</id><published>2007-08-17T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:55:11.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th Aug - 13th Sept</title><content type='html'>that's all im left with. the days of freedom b4 i get enlisted. im so gonna enjoy it man. planning to go k till my throat goes burst. gonna watch most of pool's game whenever possible. gonna go play pool till my hand rot. gonna go eat nice food everyDAY. gonna be with her whenever i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna shower now and head to tg pagar to get my fav muffins. =))) hopefully there is still muffins left as they close at 6pm. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-9056213805586544672?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/9056213805586544672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=9056213805586544672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/9056213805586544672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/9056213805586544672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2007/08/17th-aug-13th-sept.html' title='17th Aug - 13th Sept'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-660050836627042266</id><published>2007-08-12T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:15:47.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secret</title><content type='html'>watched Secret (the show directed by jay) at The Cathay yest at 1.40am. caught it with neth and hy. hmm. it is a really very very nice show. the suspense is so nice and the plot is really romantic. (i think of cos but neth and hy thinks so too). worth a rewatch definitely. provided girl agrees to watch with me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, wasted 2 hrs of slp doing nth and singing song with hy. stupid right? nvm about that. totally aint interested in talking about such things again. AM REALLY SICK OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have got nth to do and waiting for my dramas to come. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-660050836627042266?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/660050836627042266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=660050836627042266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/660050836627042266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/660050836627042266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2007/08/secret.html' title='secret'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-8136730272040404358</id><published>2007-08-11T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T03:18:16.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad mood day?</title><content type='html'>everyone round me seems to be in a not so gd mood. =/ i don understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quarrelled with mum. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-8136730272040404358?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533566314717404401.post-456444450820648681</id><published>2007-08-09T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T20:27:18.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok my bad.</title><content type='html'>there isnt any animal on the fireworks. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. dinner dinner dinner! starving like mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-456444450820648681?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/456444450820648681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=456444450820648681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/456444450820648681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/456444450820648681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-my-bad.html' title='ok my bad.'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-5547654624388090636</id><published>2007-08-09T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:35:32.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart ached.</title><content type='html'>donno why, my heart ached awhile at the thought of im not going to watch fireworks. mayb becos im not going and that fireworks is of a certain significance to me? ha. have always had a thing for fireworks and always enjoyed myself at fireworks. but this year, interesting as it may sound, with an animal shape or smth popping up, without that someone special, totally find it insignificant. shld haf went for the rehearsals. dumb me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, no pt saying anymore. jus aint in any mood for anything except getting out of my hse. afterall i asked to use the car only for me to stay at home whole day? kind of like stupid doesnt it? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. i wanna go try some nice food. im so hungry. recommendations pls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-5547654624388090636?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533566314717404401.post-1098385823838827624</id><published>2007-08-04T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T01:39:49.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August</title><content type='html'>its august alr. im enlisting on sept. how time flies. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really tired this few days. perhaps im back to a gd boy. cant wait to slp when time reaches 1am. used to be unable to slp until time reaches 2am or later. but now, as soon as the clock ticks 12am, i yawn. ok, gd nites all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so worried for girl earlier on. seeing her relieved makes me relieved either. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='August'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-8471261522328671046</id><published>2007-07-29T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T02:41:43.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>difficulty</title><content type='html'>im sad. im troubled. im having difficulties voicing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jus when i thought im ready to open up, i cant seem to reach u. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-8471261522328671046?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533566314717404401.post-1215739180976373817</id><published>2007-07-22T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T15:07:09.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so disappointed.</title><content type='html'>it has been happening again and again. alcohol really does wonder. shall not comment on wad really happened last nite. but was supposed to be a 'farewell' party for a soon-to-depart attachment student from indo, and also a party for the enlisting Kelvin. but wad a way to end everything, i left SGH at 6.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was totally turned off by events which i think, was totally unnecessary. things are fine now (i certainly hope IT IS FINE) but no one can guarantee its not gonna happen again. afterall, while the 2 years (i think around) i've been working in bg, the day i started to hang out with them, it has been happening. happens to me b4, wont deny. but jus don understand, why is there ppl who knows this isnt gonna solve the prob, yet they jus so willingly fall into that trap. i seriously hope they'd think about it. we, as a group, decides to hang out for a 'party'. a fun nite out, but stupid things done by ppl who doesnt THINK at all, who jus simply cant give a damn shiet about themselves, spoils everything. sick and tired of all these, so much so that i wasnt planning to turn up at all, till hwa ee convinced me to. (im not pushing blame on hwa ee) as i din wanna drink and cant drink (because im driving) i wasnt totally convinced that i shld turn up. hwa ee assured me she wasnt drinking and said that she'd be alone singing there so asked me to accompany her. but, about an hour or so after i arrived, wad a turn of events. i start seeing things which i swear i nv wanna see again. i knew if i were to keep myself out of the things im tired of, i nid to jus get out of there. but jus couldnt do it. i don wanna spoil everybody's mood. stayed on, and the rest is history. don wanna talk about it. the moment i think about it, i feel pissed, yet i feel sorry. i donno. jus kind of like, really TURNED OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, couldnt catch much slp as i reached home at 7am. took a nap instead till around 10am be4 i headed to gombak. thought because of the rain overnite, there wouldnt be any soccer till chris sms me. went down as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, jus waiting for girl's call. ready to go out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-1215739180976373817?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/1215739180976373817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=1215739180976373817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/1215739180976373817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/1215739180976373817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-disappointed.html' title='so disappointed.'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-9128406389384540722</id><published>2007-07-21T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:49:58.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>transformer</title><content type='html'>finally booked the transformer tickets. think i'll be catching the last few screenings. will be watching it on sunday. -.-"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasnt been in the best of health lately. not gonna push blame but part of the reason is the building of a lift jus outside my corridor. i believe. add that to my already weak body, im kinda suffering -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up automatically at 6.45am today. haha. must have gotten used to waking up at this time to send girl to work. but in less than 2 months time, i shld be waking up to do 'exercise' =/ suddenly feel army life isnt smth im looking forward to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;each time im out with u, i seem to be always pushed to the back. and sometimes when i lead the way, u seem to be way back behind me. only when im holding ur hand, den i know no matter who's in front, ur presence is jus around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-9128406389384540722?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/9128406389384540722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533566314717404401.post-5230941463274000061</id><published>2007-07-19T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:39:25.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bless me.</title><content type='html'>watched harry potter. treated ps to azabu sabo for her bday. suffered from flu and cough. bought a bottle a perfume. or shld i say someone gave me a bottle of perfume. those are the few highlights this few days.&lt;br /&gt;wasnt a bad show. harry has definitely grown up. lol. hmm. azabu's food isnt that bad. and i got myself a bottle of hugo boss perfume. she gave it to me as an advanced bday present. soooooo happy. but den comes the suffering part. got flu and cough. and a slight fever as well. the fever went down quickly but the flu was as bad as a running tap. and till now, im still coughing. definitely had difficulty serving guests esp when i was taking orders. occasionally, i nid to turn my head away. so it was kinda awkward and also worried that they might be mistaken im being rude or smth. zZ.&lt;br /&gt;mayb i shld stop being so mad about modifying my car. lolz. bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-5230941463274000061?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5230941463274000061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=5230941463274000061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/5230941463274000061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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(everyone must be wondering how to hurt knee when sitting down?!) but i jus did it. and in 'spectacular' fashion. we humans tend to haf this 'strange' feeling of ur limbs moving automatically for like a split second. i donno why my knee jus moved in that split second and i hit it straight at the under table metal thing. it went str to the knee. was left 'limping' after that and now, i couldnt really walk the stairs properly. even i myself find it dumb. -.-&lt;br /&gt;today was really stoning while working. was damn stone and almost couldnt manage. luckily, there was a 12 pax reservation cancelled or else i think i'd struggle like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my sec sch class ppl for dinner yest. crystal jade at jp, and den fried oyster at my parents' stall. followed by drinks at west coast mac. kinda rare to see almost all turning up(which includes stan, who'll be flying back to aussie tml). laughing over stupid things we did in sec sch and chatting over the things we're all doing. got home at 3am and dam, i was definitely missing someone. got that urge to call her but i gave myself a slap on the face (ok, thats jus describing, i did not really do it) was like thinking 'hey, call now at 3am?! u must be mad man. later she sure scold u like mad!' so instead i jus left her a msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.25pm. going to prepare now and move on to NOL building to help flower the plants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-7090199184320157716?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/7090199184320157716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=7090199184320157716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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smth's wrong with my health this few days. had gastric, and now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had earlier went down to the carpark opp beauty world to deal. bought an alutec front strut bar. gonna get it fix in the nxt few days when im free. looking forward to sensing the effect of having a front strut bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unfortunately, the oysters couldnt make it on time. cinderella was aslp by then. and he ate his '1st meal' of the day after delivery. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nites all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-4499362733103730606?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/4499362733103730606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=4499362733103730606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/4499362733103730606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/4499362733103730606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-tot-i-had-pms.html' title='i tot i had pms.'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-8839062836350086229</id><published>2007-07-07T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T14:09:49.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>el nino</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;when will el nino ever be with his cinderella?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el nino is 'The Kid' in spanish. i think. am i referring to myself? yes i think so. =/&lt;br /&gt;going back to bg in awhile. den will bring my family to eat as they rarely have this 'off' due to the changing of gas pipe at the market. gotta run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-8839062836350086229?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533566314717404401.post-106275506938500659</id><published>2007-07-02T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:22:09.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pck</title><content type='html'>ah. im suffering from monday blues? (is that how u all spell it?) while at work today. worked lunch today and expected it to be slow. ok, at least the 2nd lvl wasnt open but was kinda shock when i realised the 2nd guest to come through the bg door was Mr PCK!&lt;br /&gt;ok, he is a very funny guy i'd say because the other 3 ppl who came tgt with him, was like laughing most of the time. but one thing is, i do think he doesnt put on airs. which i find it gd because some of the ppl i served, has this 'i am diff from u, back off' kind of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;4get abt it. but mr pck's appearance adds on to the list of celebrities that has been to bg. among them includes:&lt;br /&gt;-Mr PCK (u know who)&lt;br /&gt;-JJ Lin (non other than the guy who mesmerizes tons of girls with his voice)&lt;br /&gt;-Irin Gan (she seems to be here occasionally)&lt;br /&gt;-Guo MeiMei (she looks kinda shy when she was here)&lt;br /&gt;cant really recall who else did i served b4 but there are others who were here on days i wasnt working or when i havent even started working.&lt;br /&gt;-5566&lt;br /&gt;-Cyndi&lt;br /&gt;-Joi Chua&lt;br /&gt;-David Tao&lt;br /&gt;i must say what shocked me the most was definitely David Tao. kenneth said he got to serve him! but in any case, why isnt S.H.E here? i'd love to get the chance to serve them their dinner. =/&lt;br /&gt;ok, so tired. time for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-106275506938500659?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/106275506938500659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=106275506938500659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/106275506938500659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/106275506938500659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2007/07/pck.html' title='pck'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-4482049851571899537</id><published>2007-07-01T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T15:04:33.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enthusiastic</title><content type='html'>ah. been working this few days and running around (as usual). jus came back from my weekly soccer game. tired like mad.&lt;br /&gt;DIY-ed the car's front grill. do look at my msn pic for that. =)&lt;br /&gt;waiting to meet up with ben's fren and put the sticker up the windscreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going out for dinner later on with yc. and still asking if ben and bt will be coming along. for now, its time for a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-4482049851571899537?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/4482049851571899537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=4482049851571899537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/4482049851571899537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/4482049851571899537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2007/07/enthusiastic.html' title='enthusiastic'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-8767198615053713135</id><published>2007-06-27T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:33:22.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>worked full shift for yest. a grp of 40 pax was there to haf their dinner. yest nite was kinda busy at bg. of cos thats a gd thing. but it meant it was busier for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch shift, went to run an errand for alan b4 heading to vivo with hwa ee. she was looking for a slipper. den headed back to work at 5.30 and i worked till around 11. so shagged. suddenly feel that 8 hrs of slp aint enough. but in any case, woke up late today. so im gonna be late if i take bus. and so luckily, dad's at home. *evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. gonna prepare now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-8767198615053713135?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/8767198615053713135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=8767198615053713135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/8767198615053713135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/8767198615053713135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/2007/06/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-6601752738138907701</id><published>2007-06-25T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:24:27.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poisoned</title><content type='html'>not the best of game i had for soccer this morning. was totally on the wrong side of my mood. easily pissed, totally pissed. hanteck treated us to lunch for his bday. thx for that =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met ben and jere for a drink jus now. one of our usual spots (spize) and talked to ben regarding some of the car stuffs. thinking of lowering and changing rims. but that shall wait i guess. its all about $$ afterall. so poisoned =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working lunch on monday. im left with 8 and a half hours to slp. so i shall save more slp time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more daysssss.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title='poisoned'/><author><name>kahlun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02541309503516637906</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-4533566314717404401.post-5385666563941263925</id><published>2007-06-23T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T15:48:04.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>ok, here goes. i was at jalan jurong kechill turning right. there is 3 lanes to turn right and i was in the middle lane. oh come on, if ure on the extreme right lane, when u turn, keep urself there. why turn into my lane? jus because u see i haf that yellow coloured triangle plate, u can 'bully' me? hello, from what i learned from driving lessons, it states that u shld keep to ur lane and signal if u wanna chg lane. u did not even gave a bloody signal to tell me ure coming to my lane and u jus shot in. if that bus on my left is faster by a few bloody km/h , i'd haf been sandwiched by u and that bus!&lt;br /&gt;jus don understand, if u wanna turn left after turning right, keep urself at the middle lane or the left lane in the 1st place! grrr. i swear alot of drivers jus look down on drivers with that yellow coloured plate. come on, when u 1st passed ur bloody driving, arent u having that plate with u as well?! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is so pissing me off i swear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 days away from the date i can take away that yellow plate. cant wait to take it out even more so now after today's incident. 30th june, come quick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-5385666563941263925?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533566314717404401.post-9107695039024385814</id><published>2007-06-23T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:59:25.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sandwiched</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feel that the previous blog add is so inappropriate, and its one i created in an impulse. so decided to create a new one. but jus so lazy to get a new skin. so i shall stick to the defaults offered by blogspot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;now, thats a big diff in the add name. certainly sounds lively. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ok, for a start, im back working in bg as stated in previous posts. but here comes the internal conflict (yet again) -.- i swear i told myself nv to get involved again. lets pray that i wont get dragged in this time round. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cant i jus work happily to my enlistment date?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ok. shan't be bothered about work(internal conflicts i mean) now. been stretched over work this few days and the coming few days. so caught in between now. i actually agreed to go for a badminton game with the axio guys this coming mon. but somehow, somewhere, a function popped up and now the restaurant needs staff urgently. and as expected, i was in the list as the number of experienced staff is really decreasing due to NS men and poly students. on one hand, if i don work, i feel bad if anything at the function goes bad (even if its not my fault - but could be avoided if i was working). but on the other, i had already beforehand agreed with the axio guys so its like i fly their plane. i mean i really donno how to reject ppl. i swear i dont know how! its so hard for me to say NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyone with ideas to save me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533566314717404401-9107695039024385814?l=fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fillmylifewithcolours.blogspot.com/feeds/9107695039024385814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4533566314717404401&amp;postID=9107695039024385814' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533566314717404401/posts/default/9107695039024385814'/><link rel='self' 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