<?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-35498667</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:47:16.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DayDreamer's Mirage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003058366541986882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2543/3951/1600/04-10-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35498667.post-116793530751026273</id><published>2007-01-05T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T02:28:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*I abandon thy blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blog at http://thenextchapter1984.spaces.live.com/Blog/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35498667-116793530751026273?l=ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/feeds/116793530751026273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35498667&amp;postID=116793530751026273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/116793530751026273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/116793530751026273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-abandon-thy-blog-new-blog-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003058366541986882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2543/3951/1600/04-10-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35498667.post-116737333018479702</id><published>2006-12-29T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:22:10.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this: Quite true =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest irony of love: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the right person at the wrong time, &lt;br /&gt;Having the wrong person when the time is right, &lt;br /&gt;And finding out you love someone right after &lt;br /&gt;That person walks out of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, you think you're already over a person, &lt;br /&gt;Until you see them smile at you again, &lt;br /&gt;You'll suddenly realize that you're really not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, they think that letting go is one way &lt;br /&gt;Of expressing how much you love the person, &lt;br /&gt;By sacrificing your happiness for theirs, &lt;br /&gt;Without realizing that the other person's &lt;br /&gt;Doing the same thing for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most relationships tend to fail &lt;br /&gt;Not because of the absence of love; &lt;br /&gt;Love is always present, &lt;br /&gt;It's just that one is being loved too much &lt;br /&gt;And the other was being loved too little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always fall in love with the person we think we love, &lt;br /&gt;Only to discover that what we loved about them fades. &lt;br /&gt;Bad experiences are always remembered, &lt;br /&gt;But it's the wonderful memories that are captured &lt;br /&gt;To remind us that there are brighter days ahead &lt;br /&gt;And that happiness exists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to learn to let go when you're hurting too much, &lt;br /&gt;Realize that sometimes love just isn't enough &lt;br /&gt;And accept the fact that things aren't always gonna be the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is someone out there who will love you more. &lt;br /&gt;It's all the thought you put into your decisions &lt;br /&gt;That impairs your judgement &lt;br /&gt;When your heart already knows what you need to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart. Even though it's on the left side, it's always right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35498667-116737333018479702?l=ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/feeds/116737333018479702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35498667&amp;postID=116737333018479702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/116737333018479702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/116737333018479702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/2006/12/found-this-quite-true-greatest-irony.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003058366541986882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2543/3951/1600/04-10-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35498667.post-116504479264309521</id><published>2006-12-02T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T15:40:26.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading my operations management textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok went to the botanic gardens this morning for a walk, cos they really did up the place very well. (the entrance especially, and dun ppl say first impressions count?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Released my bro's foot long pet catfish into the lake cos it ate so much, we figured it would eat us out of a home in a couple of years. It basically tried to eat everything, even my fingers. It also tried to wolf down tankmates such as a arowana nearly as long as it was, talk about having expensive tastes to boot. Yeah it probably will be happier there, with tons of small fish to snack on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had brunch there, came home and stuck like this till Tuesday, the day my exams end. Will prob meet Audrey for dinner on Tues and Jingyang for a drink on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Then HK trip, BIZAD nite cycling then Christmas meetups and gatherings. Great! And I need to get presents soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35498667-116504479264309521?l=ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/feeds/116504479264309521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35498667&amp;postID=116504479264309521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/116504479264309521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/116504479264309521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-saturday-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003058366541986882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2543/3951/1600/04-10-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35498667.post-116334318491507511</id><published>2006-11-12T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:27:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I lament my dying blog. I knew it,,, I wun hav the stamina to blog for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently many things happened in a short span of time. I have come to an important decision, one tat may not seem wise to a bystander. But I am sure my buddy Jing Yang, the 3 angels, my best sis and a few others will support me in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May my dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really in the writing mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is really meant only for the select few who noe what I am talking about anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35498667-116334318491507511?l=ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/feeds/116334318491507511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35498667&amp;postID=116334318491507511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/116334318491507511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/116334318491507511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/2006/11/thoughts-firstly-i-lament-my-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003058366541986882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2543/3951/1600/04-10-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35498667.post-116067676087171397</id><published>2006-10-13T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T02:19:28.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched the movie Twin Towers at Plaza Singapura at night, the plot was not exactly what I had expected but instead conveyed a more human touch. For those expecting lots of action however, steer clear of this movie. But it was a nice change from the usual James Bond kickass type of movie and of course, the company was great too=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz still have tons of work to do and catch up on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35498667-116067676087171397?l=ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/feeds/116067676087171397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35498667&amp;postID=116067676087171397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/116067676087171397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/116067676087171397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/2006/10/watched-movie-twin-towers-at-plaza.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003058366541986882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2543/3951/1600/04-10-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35498667.post-116023091261081082</id><published>2006-10-07T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:55:24.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2543/3951/1600/haze.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2543/3951/320/haze.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embers glow upon thy jungle green&lt;br /&gt;Nature's bane upon a farmer's greed&lt;br /&gt;Smog lingers upon thee ocean screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???To be continued???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn haze... It has spoiled all my plans for the week. Recovering from a long bout of cough should have been good enough reason for me to enjoy the great outdoors and exercise my stiff elbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think running or swimming in this haze would be equivalent to smoking 20 Marlboro Menthol Lights at once. Maybe even 20 Cuban cigars. Not a good thing if I want to live a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in "honour" of the haze,,, I thought up of a poem over my 10-minute dinner of shellfish with rice... But could not continue after 3 lines. What rhymes with "screen" next? I give up. I should be spending my time thinking about Jessica Alba, or a slightly tastier seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a boring weekend. These remaining 8 weeks of my term had better end fast so I can go out guilt-free again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35498667-116023091261081082?l=ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/feeds/116023091261081082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35498667&amp;postID=116023091261081082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/116023091261081082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/116023091261081082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/2006/10/embers-glow-upon-thy-jungle-green.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003058366541986882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2543/3951/1600/04-10-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35498667.post-116001200374975688</id><published>2006-10-05T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:03:45.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2543/3951/1600/delusions2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2543/3951/320/delusions2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no greater joy than soaring high on the wings of your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe the joy of watching a dreamer who has nowhere to land&lt;br /&gt;But in the ocean of reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well someday I think I may make a hard landing on the cold face of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Not a pleasant thought.&lt;br /&gt;But life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh... My horoscope for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kenson,&lt;br /&gt;Here is your horoscope&lt;br /&gt;for Thursday, October 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sentimental? It's time to break out old letters, photos and tokens of affection from suitors past. It's astonishing how much love you've had in your life, and how much you have to look forward to in your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool site if u have a few minutes to burn=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.astrology.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35498667-116001200374975688?l=ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/feeds/116001200374975688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35498667&amp;postID=116001200374975688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/116001200374975688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/116001200374975688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/2006/10/there-is-no-greater-joy-than-soaring.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003058366541986882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2543/3951/1600/04-10-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35498667.post-115997747387765075</id><published>2006-10-04T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T01:09:55.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wel first post!!! After people telling me they are tired of these blogging nonsense and i jus had to find out how it was like to keep one... Gotta feeling I will be pretty lazy in upkeeping though, bear with the minimalist design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally uneventful first half of the day; woke up feeling like a half dead salmon. Went to campus for MNO tutorial where the tutor asked a question regarding happiness and productivity. Cld not help grinning like a crazy idiot and I remembered the phrase by Biquan that HAPPY = GAY. Told Sheena and she started laughing too... Ok pretty funny discussion abt the topic=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wel waited till 6pm for the test... I mean a test at 6pm? Where is the love man? BURN NUS BURN. In the meantime studied with Biquan, her reading a comic while i "mugged" hard for my MS =P In the end we went to find Erwin and Belmont at Yusof Ishak House where we crapped abt our NS days to Biquan's amusement... Something abt the screwed up superiors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test I think flunked, probably. NVM. Maybe I'll pass... Dunno. Went to Marina Square for dinner at one of my fav places and tried looking for a nice jacket to add to my collection at Zara and Topman. Those fashion designers must be sleeping... Too many buttons, or wif those extra straps on the shoulders. Even the salesperson who regularly attends to me was not exactly fond of the designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilled out a little at the esplanade, as usual. I jus find the view there nice. Something about the bright city lights and dark waters in the bay... Makes u forget. Wanted to buy a beer or 2, maybe an Erdingers or even a Long Island Tea, but drinking on a Wednesday night ain't exactly in my mind, so saved the dough for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wel tats it... Maybe I'll cut down on the length next time. No good for a guy to be too long winded.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35498667-115997747387765075?l=ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/feeds/115997747387765075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35498667&amp;postID=115997747387765075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/115997747387765075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35498667/posts/default/115997747387765075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninelivesminuseightgone.blogspot.com/2006/10/wel-first-post-after-people-telling-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003058366541986882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2543/3951/1600/04-10-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
