<?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-8246217</id><updated>2011-05-15T19:54:36.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin's boring life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246217.post-111076498456373407</id><published>2005-03-13T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:49:44.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukit Bintang I.U. Day 2005</title><content type='html'>Heres a review of what happened on the 12th of March. Got to Jason's at around 9, watched some videos to get psyched up. then we moved on to BB, where we met The Chocolate Bunnies of Death. There was this music exam thingy going on so we couldnt do soundcheck till 12pm! Those idiots in the hall were really irritating. But ah what the heck. First off was The Chocolate Bunnies of Death,going on stage to huge roars of support from the crowd, opened their set with Metallica's "No Leaf Clover". They got the crowd singing along on their next song, Switchfoot's "Meant To Live". They jumped straight into a Jimmy Eat World song after that ( I cant remember the name ). BB's resident band rocked the house and pumped the crowd up, thats for sure. Then after that there was this slide show thingy. There was one about the Tsunami victims, and a certain idiot just had to be "cool" and make a fool outta himself (you know who im talking about!). Then it was our turn to get on stage. The emcee announced Silent Cypher, and we were on stage. We kicked things off with Sum 41's "Hell Song". After asking the crowd if they liked Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams", the whole band entered this song and singing along, with or without a mike. After that we jumped straight into "When I come around", also from Green Day.  We ended our set with Good Charlotte's "The Anthem", which wasnt so good because we screwed up the timing but it was all good. Leaving the stage all sweaty and with drumstick dust all over my pants, We were all happy. Now for the Form 3 band review. Yes people, this was the band who wanted to play Metallica's Master of Puppets. They chose to play 2 songs, which were Hoobastank's "The reason" and Jet's "Are you gonna be my girl". This band looked really cocky. I dont know why but they did :p Their performance in a nutshell : BAD. I know its their first performance and all but I dont remember Silent Cypher or any other band i have seen being that bad first time on stage. Drumming for The Reason was out, guitars were bad, singing was "UGH". They did better with their second song, but not enough to get the crowd behind them again. I pity them , but at the same time laugh at them. HAHA. goodbye. See you guys again on 30th April 2005, Silent Cypher live at La Salle Leo IU day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-111076498456373407?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111076498456373407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=111076498456373407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/111076498456373407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/111076498456373407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/bukit-bintang-iu-day-2005.html' title='Bukit Bintang I.U. Day 2005'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246217.post-110838710404947382</id><published>2005-02-14T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T05:18:24.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day Scrooge</title><content type='html'>Aaaaah Valentines Day. A day where all love birds and all alike come together to show their love for each  other with roses and candlelight dinners. Also a day where these idiots get conned and cheated by flower sellers and restaurants. Why the fuck would anyone wanna pay RM10 for a 1 fucking measly stalk of rose? Why wait till Valentines Day, when everything lovey-dovey  sells hot? Sigh, but if it rocks ur boat, so be it! I for one dont see the point in spending extra dosh on a day that is deemed "special". I dont know the history of Valentines Day, but i think its fucking stupid. I've never celebrated Valentines Day with that "special" someone before, apart from friends. So i wouldnt know what it feels like. So until then, Valentines Day is stupid. It reminds me of things i dont wanna remember, it sucks up my money, it's just plain stupid. Everywhere i turn, i see a couple cuddling up, enjoying the love. That's one of the most fucked up part about Valentines, and i fucking hate it. I appreciate the fact that you guys (you know who you are) took the effort to make the notes and stuff, and i did enjoy the outing today, but I mean why wait till Valentines Day? Whats so special about it? Seeing someone that means alot to you on Valentines Day is great and all, but not when the forest is still burning. It took awhile to get the fire started, and it was burning alright. But then it probably rained and the fire kinda just burned half the forest. And i gotta start from fucking scratch again. All thanks to the couples that i see. No offence to you guys though coz i know that its your "special" day out. Its just me. Seeing you today was nice, but sour at the same time. One part of me tells me it's not gonna work out no matter what for now. Another part is a stubborn bastard who tells me otherwise. And usually it's the stubborn bastard that comes out. Im out. Happy Valentines day to you readers. Fuck Valentines Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-110838710404947382?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110838710404947382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=110838710404947382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/110838710404947382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/110838710404947382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day-scrooge.html' title='Valentines Day Scrooge'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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-8246217.post-110658527510109119</id><published>2005-01-25T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T08:47:55.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it burn..</title><content type='html'>It's been bloody long eh.. Lot has happened since the last time i blogged. I started drum class right before District Conference, and i ended classes in January because i'l be really fucking busy this year. Im actually studying. I actually can do Accounts! I actually know History! im not gonna waste my time writing bout how my New Year's eve and Christmas was, coz its more or less the same every year : Get drunk, sleep, wake  up with a hangover. Repeat following year. I ushered in the new year with a new and long awaited piercing on my tongue. Next on the list is my lips. Prolly be done during CNY. Moving on. At the beginning of this year, I lost something really precious and important to me. Or rather someone. U get my point. Doh. Nevermind. Moving along. I dont wanna mention her name (for privacy reasons) but i guess most of you who know me should know who im talking about. Girl I just wanna tell you that I'l never forget all the times we had together. The first time we saw each other, the 3 incredible days at the District Conference, our first kiss, the fireworks, our first movie together, Raya at Aaput's house, and the Xmas dinner, everything. All the times we had together were really special and I wished it lasted longer but I guess we did what we had to do, wether we like it or not. I'l always remember the night when you sang "My Boo" to me over the phone. I' m pretty sure the tears i shed for you that night were all worth it. My life certainly was'nt boring after i met you. You made me realize so many things that was oblivious to me before this. I miss you loads. Love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-110658527510109119?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110658527510109119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=110658527510109119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/110658527510109119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/110658527510109119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2005/01/let-it-burn.html' title='Let it burn..'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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-8246217.post-110183247851100971</id><published>2004-11-30T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T08:34:38.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>District Conference 2004</title><content type='html'>Day One :&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7 30 and went to Gajen's house to get my blazer. When i got down the car infront of his house, i realized that i didnt pack my white shirt! so i had to borrow a white shirt from him.. After that went to Raju's to meet up with the La Salle gang and stock up on some "neccesities" (or however the hell u spell it). Walked all the way to Assunta and met up with the rest of the PJ District there. While walking past the bus stop, I finally saw who i wanted to see! She wuz carrying this stuffed toy dog around and Sinn Dee took it and put it in the middle of the road. So me, being a "kind hearted" person, went to get that doggie, only to offer it to a grass cutter who cycled pass me =P Neways enough of crapping, so we got up the bus. And they actually saved a seat right beside "her" for me! (Thanks guys! =P) The trip there was pretty boring, but i was entertained by my cd player. When we reached there, the first thing me and Yusri did was  hide behind the bus stop and *SMOKE*. Everyone was staring at us when we come out of the bushes. Damn. Then came the funniest part of the first day. The whole PJ district was asked to gather in the hall, which we dutifully did. There was already a few other districts in there, and they were all so silent and well behaved. When we went in, the silence in the hall was totally gone. Everyone else except for us were sitting so nicely, but we had our legs flying in every direction, and everyone turned to look at us dumbarses. sheesh.. Had to go back to the rooms to change, and i was placed in the same room with Ashvin, Kok Loong, a few juniors and someone i really hate, which incidentaly is my junior. Went down for the opening ceremony, and it was fucking hell i tell you, hell! sat beside Hannah and Melissa for the whole ceremony, and I was so bored i was actually doing art and sending messages to ppl who were sitting right in front of me... Im gonna skip everything else that happened after that till what happened at nite coz its really boring... so at nite we were all getting ready to go to the girl's dorm... when we got there, almost everyone was sleeping.. Our bartender, Sinn Dee, was dead asleep.. but she woke up just to mix drinks for us! how nice of her.. After that the gals followed us to our dorms, and i got to paint Li San's nails! lol.. i bet she lived to regret it... but all in all it was alll GOOD! moving on to the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOREDOM DURING SUNSHINE, WILL SKIP EVERYTHING ELSE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOREDOM AT NITE, most parts of it at least....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Three :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped every single thing... BOREDOM BOREDOM BOREDOM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story : Conferences are boring unless u skip the forums, and im so freaking lazy now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-110183247851100971?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110183247851100971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=110183247851100971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/110183247851100971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/110183247851100971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/district-conference-2004.html' title='District Conference 2004'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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-8246217.post-109984793178073682</id><published>2004-11-07T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T09:18:51.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings stick on like blood on cloth...</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Stone Sour - Bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are really irritating and stubborn stains in life. They dont seem to go away, even after you have finished being optimistic and gave up. No matter how much you try to wash it, it just won't come off. Doesnt matter how hard u scrub or how much soap u use, it still stays. Just like feelings. Im done being optimistic because theres no use waiting till kingdom come for that one person who's more or less made up her mind. But talking about her earlier today just made me think bout her, and the times i had with her. Most of them were happy, with only  "The Incident" being the blot in an otherwise clean resume. Enough of that, back on to my boring ass life. Since its the school holidays, i have been stay at home and basically doing nothing. Today i went for the final day of my finance project, and thank god its finally over. I already went 3 times, and as a reward Rotarian Pua is treating me to lunch. *grin* Dont really have much to write cozz nothing has been goin on for the past few days, so il just stop here. Have fun being bored :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-109984793178073682?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109984793178073682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=109984793178073682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109984793178073682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109984793178073682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/feelings-stick-on-like-blood-on-cloth.html' title='Feelings stick on like blood on cloth...'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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-8246217.post-109937693717042307</id><published>2004-11-01T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:28:57.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New home, time to stone.....</title><content type='html'>Finally moved into my new home. Finally got my own room. Finally... Finally... Finally... *pfft*.. With good comes bad. I dont have broadband no more, transportation costs go up, the studio is not 2 minutes away anymore. I have to use a 33.6k dial up connection parading as 56k dial up. This area of Puchong is covered by Maxis, but my handphone doesnt even have line! Ok enough of complaining. I havent been updating this blog so i will just do a recap of what happened in the past few days. On Thursday, I met up with Nicholas for lunch at Pizza Hut before heading down to Niza's place for a lil jamming session. The first thing Keith said when he saw us was : "Im seeing double.." because me and Nicholas were wearing almost the exact same thing, bar the shirts. A while later Kingsley son of Poh Choy came along with Ben and after that we head to Midvalley, which was a total snorefest, except for the fact that Brewball has new T3 foosball tables! smooth arms! Was supposed to look for a job, but we ended up just playing foosball the whole day. Nicholas ended up staying in my new home that day and by that night, the place was looking like a bachelor's place. Matress on the floor, clothes all around.. The next day we ended up doin the same routine, going to Midvalley and play foosball, but this time we went to All Stars and met up with Sin Dee and gang... Nicholas left for home after that, and i ended up at Sin Dee's house with Yusri and gang for a movie. Sin Dee painted my nails and put eyeliner on me, and that proved really useful later on ( will explain later) . We took pictures too! :P Will put it up when i feel like it :P So we ended up watching the Grudge, and even before the movie started Sin Dee started to freak out. I just stared at her and she started screaming because the eyeliner was scary she said..  I crashed at Yusri's place that night. They next day I met Nicholas and Kingsley for a futsal match. It was quite boring though. We were probably the most unfit team amongst the 3 that were there. But we managed to kick em asses! Crashed at Nicholas's place that night, and it was Halloween. There was this show on TV about ghosts. Real life recordings, and i tell you i was shit scared. There was this clip of a poltergeist, which moved a cup on a table, then suddenly the typewriter on the table started moving, and then the recliner chair started rocking.. Scared the shit out of me. A gal on Friendster added me on, her names Jessica. Talked to her on msn on that day, and she seems nice. Havent really talked to her alot but I can see shes a nice person. Nice to meet ya Jess! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-109937693717042307?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109937693717042307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=109937693717042307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109937693717042307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109937693717042307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-home-time-to-stone.html' title='New home, time to stone.....'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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-8246217.post-109850431364878397</id><published>2004-10-23T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T21:08:25.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're 555, then im 666....</title><content type='html'>Those words i will remember my whole life and live by.. i just realized how much those words meant to me.. it has nothing to do with Satan... if youre educated in religion, 555 means man and 666 means Satan while 777 is god or something like that. The sentence written above means, if you're a human being who follows the rules, il be the devil that doesnt.. or at least thats an easier way to put it.. theres many other ways to explain that sentence.. if youre wondering where i got that from, its taken off a song called "Heretic Anthem" from Slipknot... i havent been updating this bloggie for weeks now i think.. ive been extra lazy ... and shit has been happenning... imagine yourself in my shoes.. imagine that u just got off the cab, walking towards Amcorp, and then u see a gal u have feelings for cuddling up and holding hands with her ex which she has been bitching about all this time...i was shell-shocked.. and that bastard was rubbing it in. Everytime i was close by he would get close to her. and to think that before this i kept all the things i knew about him to myself. I told A to tell that bastard to watch it or hes gonna push things too far.. i havent seen em since that day so nothing yet... well like my goldfish friend Mei Xin said, love IS in the air... everyone seems to be loving here or there.. take Alex and Alvin as an example.. they got together like 1 or 2 weeks after they met? theres lotsa other ppl but i just forgot.. Cupid seems to be going berserk... Stupid Cupid... Somehow i already predicted that nothing will happen with me and A.. I just knew it but i ignored it... I have to admit that the excuse she gave me was really stupid.. the excuse she gave me was : What "that bastard" feels for me, is exactly like what i feel for my ex (read previous posts). My ex doesnt even love me anymore, so why not just go with someone who cares for me. What the Fuck? do you readers understand any of this? if you dont , trust me not many have understood those words... she has been bitching bout this guy since we met and now this? seriously i never saw this coming... im gonna indulge in a lil "ranting".. i hope that u will be happy with him, but at the same time i hope u regret making that decision... i hope that it wont work out and then ur gonna be all sad and fucked up, just the way i was... ur a real bitch for this... i know i said i wont call u a bitch but i seriously cant hold back no more.. YOURE A BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-109850431364878397?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109850431364878397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=109850431364878397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109850431364878397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109850431364878397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2004/10/if-youre-555-then-im-666.html' title='If you&apos;re 555, then im 666....'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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-8246217.post-109688788097513963</id><published>2004-10-04T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T04:04:40.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7%/100%</title><content type='html'>Holidays are finally here! for a week at least. PMR is here. Thank god im not the one taking it. But in a year's time it's SPM, thats gonna so mess up my year :P Well i guess im gonna have to enjoy my time before Form 5.. Today was quite a boring day. Woke up at around 8.30am to check some stuff online, then i went back to sleep.. then i woke up, and did the same thing again, but this time for 5 hours, till Keith came to save me... He was doing some work for his bro's new and upcoming company, PC Guys. Really worth it you know... Think of it as Insurance for ur computer.. met some fucked up people when he was doing his job he told me... we met so many fucked up people today.. when we were at the mamak stall, there was this bunch of Rempit fellas drinking there.. 4 of them were making noises equivalent of 8 ppl! It got worse when 2 of their other friends joined in.. Noise polution! Now i really wonder what got these people going.. was it the drinks? the fries? then i thought they just had pure stupidity in their heads.. oh and i got back my modern maths paper on Friday and i got a 7 out of 100! thats so fucked up... god knows whats gonna happen... blah so enough bout exams, its over, cant do nething bout it.. Ive been wondering lately if A is actually avoiding me... she hasnt been answering my calls, replying my msgs, none of that.. On one side, she might be ignoring my calls because she wants no distractions at all during her PMR week. On the other hand, she might be ignoring me for obvious reasons. Sucks to be me at this time... my brother seems to be doing well in his love life, and my sister is doing REALLLY well too. In fact they both just got started if im not mistaken... so that just leaves me... only time can tell and i hope time flies by...if she still ignores me by then, id be really mad... coz if shes gonna ignore me she might as well tell me so that i dont have to waste my time calling her and msging her and thinking bout her... at least i can move on.. so i guess i still have to wait my ass off :P but im glad im waiting...i know im making the right decision.... neways, i think this blog is long enough :P will write again next day ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-109688788097513963?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109688788097513963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=109688788097513963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109688788097513963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109688788097513963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2004/10/7100.html' title='7%/100%'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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-8246217.post-109638035925201458</id><published>2004-09-28T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T07:05:59.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow Meow...SPLASH!</title><content type='html'>I hate sleeping at the end of the house... my room is at the back end of the house, with a window looking out to the back alley.. which is home to irritating cats.. now as much as i like animals, i hate noisy cats... i have nothing against cats. In fact i kinda like cats but not NOISY cats.. they make me wake up at 2am just to listen to them make love... at least once a week i have to wake up, open the back door and splash water at em love making felines... my dog is too lazy to do anything! Well its Tuesday and i didnt have school today... Mooncake festival... and my house ran outta mooncakes even before the damn thing... Yesterday I met Ivan and we ate lunch at Subway Cafe in Amcorp... then his friend dared me to drink a concoction of water, vegetables,  cigarette ash and Lingams chilli sauce... I won 40 bucks just by drinking that shit =D hehe.. neways cant wait for my exams to be over... few more days and its all over!! and PMR is starting next week! :P cant wait for everything to be over so i can actually get a bloody job so i can finally earn some cash... jeez it sucks bein poor and all =(  Got accounts tomorrow, but i dont know Jack Shit... drats.. guess i have to do some revision in school tomorrow since im about to doze off as soon as i finish this blog post... Cant wait to meet up with my friends from other schools when their exams are over too... and i cant wait for the District Conference thingy! i cant wait for lotsa stuff :P Friday is the day i await because its the day my exams finish and the day i go to Bangsar again... hehe.. ciaoz.. and to all my Form 3 friends, good luck in ur PMR! do well guys! nites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-109638035925201458?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109638035925201458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=109638035925201458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109638035925201458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109638035925201458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/meow-meowsplash.html' title='Meow Meow...SPLASH!'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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-8246217.post-109619887058062772</id><published>2004-09-26T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T04:45:44.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jelly Beans it seems...</title><content type='html'>God... I am so bored.. as usual.. i gotta get used to the fact that complaining wont help... blah... I slept like half of the day today... wasnt really tired, but i was just plain bored... so bored i finished off 2 bags of jelly beans my cousins from Australia brought over... u gotta bring a boxful next time mates! Ive been getting lotsa unknown ppl requesting me to add them on friendster...its a good thing and im not complaining, but at least tell me who you are... lol whatever it is if u guys are reading this thanks alot and nice to meet ya =) I cant wait for my stupid exams to be over.. just a few more days and its all over! Ive been thinking alot lately bout what im gonna do in the future... im not really serving education any justice in high school so like my sis said i would end up in the design line, just like my bro and sister... well im not complaining, but at the moment im hating art till the very core... but i havent tried multimedia design yet and it seems to be cool so im not gonna make any judgements yet... whatever it is im not gonna make mistakes other ppl made by enjoying their lives now and suffer later... Been thinking alot lately bout A... but then again ive been thinking bout her since the day i met her =P talked to her last nite and as usual it wasnt the same as before.. i dont know why... but im gonna keep true to my word and hold on.. not worth giving this up just yet... her close friends says shes confused and i can relate to that... in fact lotsa ppl can... but whatever it is im gonna hang on and see what happens... like i said too much has happened to end this way... heck nothing even started yet... Ok enough bout this... Im missing jamming with me bandies alot! we havent been jamming for god knows how long and its making me sick! We're thinking bout goin for the Sri Aman Prom night auditions but so far nothing has been confirmed... I cant wait to try out our new song... sounds nice and catchy.. have to work realllllllllly hard if we wanna make it, and il make sure il work my ass off trying! Damien still has his SPM and Raymond is busy with college so we haveta wait till we can jam again... probably gonna be really rusty and we gotta work hard and practice alot to regain timing... well thats it for now dinners calling... and my stomach is rumbling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-109619887058062772?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109619887058062772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=109619887058062772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109619887058062772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109619887058062772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/jelly-beans-it-seems.html' title='Jelly Beans it seems...'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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-8246217.post-109602483979897306</id><published>2004-09-24T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T04:20:39.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 more days!!</title><content type='html'>7 more days to freedom! today was pretty fine.. most of my Fridays are not as boring as the other days..Moral was ok considering the fact that i didnt study...Economics was as usual.. TEMBAK!met Nicholas today with Gajen... and i stole bananas from the mamak stall in Amcorp! well he said it was free so i took the whole comb and stuffed it into my bag! i was planning to go out with Yusri anak Yahya today but then he was too lazy... bummy mother fucker! after that when i reached home Edmund the Drunkard was in.. and my sister pierced her tongue!bloody biatch beat me to it! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR  ! its good to be 18 sumtimes :P i didnt call A last nite...  guess its over.. but then im still gonna wait till after PMR... but then i already got used to the fact that it may turn out sour... well thats love for ya... smacks u in the face...   everytime i get involved in love, i learn something...even now.. well i guess its all good if u learn something eh? :P Li Sia thought me alot yesterday bout love.. (thanks =)   )   and i guess il need all the experience i can get... planning to meet Nicholas for drinks later.. poor guy is staying at his uncle's place! :P I wanted to delete the photo of me and A today... but then i thought twice and kept it.. last time she said i didnt have any sentimental values, so here's sentimental for you! :P i also wrote  song today, but its not done yet.. i have to kemaskan abit... then il send it to damien along with 2 poems that can be turned into songs...sometimes it sucks not being able to play the guitar... i cant make music !  plus im not really interested in guitars... gonna go find a job soon so i can fund my  drum set and tongue piercing... i dont wanna take the cash from my dad coz i know he wont be happy bout it... but i know he will let me pierce my tongue..he knows that it wont change the person that i am...I downloaded some shuffle videos today... gonna start practicing soon... gotta have some progress! :P well i guess all that space in the school toilet finally has some good use, to me at least...cant wait to go out clubbing next friday! lol.. anyways i have nothing else to say.. not like anyone reads this blog! :P well at least it serves as a diary to me...ciaoz guys...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-109602483979897306?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109602483979897306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=109602483979897306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109602483979897306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109602483979897306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/7-more-days.html' title='7 more days!!'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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-8246217.post-109593541845857671</id><published>2004-09-23T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T03:30:18.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck this shit...</title><content type='html'>Year 2004, officially a fucked up year for me... nothing seems to be going right.. everything seemed like it was, till everything fucking crumbles infront of my fucking 2 eyes... whatever it is, you name it! school and studies? fuck it, fucking crumbled... money problems? its fucking growing bigger, thank you very much! parents? ive had fucking better days... LOVE? fuck u ! when does this shit not crumble in front of my eyes? heck it happened to me twice this year already.. and what i thought was gonna be one of the best things to happen to me in years is actually fucking crumbling and drying out... im a real fool for this "happiness"... What was something that looked like it had fruit in it is now rotten seeds... i thought we had it all to make it, trust, caring for each other, everything.. now its as worthless as grass... on to my exams.. had mod math today.. and i basically screwed it up bad... on the subjective side, i basically left the page blank... the graph paper which was supposed to have soemthing on it was also handed in blank...  my guess is il get about 15%.. dats if im lucky.. im having econs tomorrow and im not planning to screw this up... planning to go clubbing with emma, my sis, nita ( my passport into Pharmacy!), edmund and nicholas again next week on friday.. gonna shuffle my troubles away! and edmund better pour me a mug of beer properly this time ! :P im supposed to hand in my seni folio tomorrow but i havent even got started! oh well i guess il just hand it in next week... gotta go now... ciaoz will write again later or tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-109593541845857671?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109593541845857671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=109593541845857671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109593541845857671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109593541845857671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/fuck-this-shit.html' title='Fuck this shit...'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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-8246217.post-109584853929624480</id><published>2004-09-22T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T03:22:19.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 more days....</title><content type='html'>8 more days till i get to see that elusive "Shiny Disco Ball"... lol whatever... i just woke up from sleep and my head is pounding... i still have my seni folio to do... well at school today i screwed up my economics paper... the first page was plain blank! and im ready for some shooting from Mr. Hardev, my History teacher, for writing my own history in the essay section, where General Jagung ends up bringing in buruh dari India... and then for english essay, i chose "Smoking is Bad" for the second section! :P gosh it made me realise so many things.. more reasons to quit smoking i guess... 2moro il be having Modern Mathematics and im gonna fail my ass of for the 3rd time this year! its gonna be a (sure) record if i fail it.. but whatever it is i just want it to be over.. just get it over with and im free! Well my mind will be free after PMR... then i can get things straightened out... I nearly broke my neck praticing my shuffling in the school toilet at 7 in the morning today.. thank god for the toilet door... 2moro il take extra care! :P the moodiness is still in me.. well i know i shouldnt be moody after talking to Harmini and Nicholas, 2 of my most closest friends because they already told me reasons not to be worried but i guess its natural eh? I  guess il just wait till it ends and like she said, whatever happens, happens... those 3 words will be haunting me till after PMR.... currently im just letting things flow like normal... and hopefully all goes right... well i started practicing the band's new song already, its called Out of Reality.. and it sounds like a winner! we might play it at our next performance if we can play it really well.. we have the lyrics and the song on Guitar Pro and all we have to is start practicing and put the lyrics in... watch out for it guys! its called Out of Reality... you guys heard it first! :P now i just hope that "Uncle" Raymond has put in his solo with his new Iceman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-109584853929624480?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109584853929624480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=109584853929624480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109584853929624480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109584853929624480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/8-more-days.html' title='8 more days....'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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-8246217.post-109575540988802358</id><published>2004-09-21T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T01:30:09.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams..*pfft*</title><content type='html'>These past few weeks have obviously been really bad for me... first it was fighting with my parents, then that phone call (read previous post) and now exams.. gosh i hate this fucked up month.. i just want this to be over so i can have one of my many millions of problems solved... I guess i have to wait till next friday wether i like it or not.. blah... whatever.. im still feeling a lil down and out bout the problem... I dont know if she knows that i still have feelings for her and i want to tell her, but somehow i just think that shes not interested in hearing... i know she said she still has feelings for me... but im just feeling a lil uneasy... well i guess you cant have everything u want but this is the 2nd time this happened to me this year and i dont want it to happen again... love has a habit of crumbling right in front of my eyes for some reason.. im still holding on to find out wether i will get my happy ending or love will just smack me right in the face and run off again.. what was happiness a month ago is now confusion.. nice eh? *Sigh* what more can happen to me ? this shit is getting me all moody and stuff and its not good... i really just want to know what will happen after all the exams are done including PMR... you asked me to wait and im still waiting and i wanna know whats gonna happen... if it all turns out bad then i guess im already used to it... ciaoz will write laters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-109575540988802358?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109575540988802358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=109575540988802358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109575540988802358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109575540988802358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/examspfft.html' title='Exams..*pfft*'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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-8246217.post-109567099095530409</id><published>2004-09-20T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T02:03:10.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History is being a bitch</title><content type='html'>History... My worst enemy.. I dont know why history keeps repeating itself.. Well to anyone who knows me really well they would know that my love life is as worthless as a dumpster.. everytime when something seems to go on just right, something really bad happens... why you ask?? i dont know.. Every year i seem to have a really bad experience in love... lolx.. heck why am i sounding so lost? well whoever reads this, bear with me i really am a lil emo right now.. Lemme explain why.. Got a call from this gal ive been talking to with and goin out with since i met her more than a month ago.. well i dont have to say what happened... im not gonna tell u what the bad news is, but i just wanna say something to dat gal and i hope ur reading this..(you shall now be referred to as "A"  :P) Since the first time i saw you at the elections, i thought u were really special.. i thought that after the elections, i would never get a chance to meet you or talk to you.. but then i found out that our school was having installation together.. at Assunta's installation, i already labelled you as "impossible", meaning i would never really have the chance to meet you .. just when i was talking to Damien, you popped up... and then it happened.. something i thought would never happen.. you introduced yourself to me... since that day, i always wondered whats next... well i nvr thought it would go any further until our installation.. i was gonna ask for your number, but being me i was shy :P then you made the first move, again... you asked for my card.. since that day on, we talked to each other every night without fail till this very day.. what im trying to say is even after what u told me on the phone, my feelings for you never changed and im willing to wait and see what happens rather than not wait and wonder whats gonna happen.. I never met anyone like you before and i know that sounds really corny but thats the truth.. I just hope that whatever we have now doesnt go to waste.. But you do whatever makes you happy...so long ur happy im fine... now for the readers of this blog, sorry for this long winded soppy corny message but just bear with me.. il update another one later night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-109567099095530409?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109567099095530409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=109567099095530409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109567099095530409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109567099095530409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/history-is-being-bitch.html' title='History is being a bitch'/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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-8246217.post-109524181165592036</id><published>2004-09-15T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T02:50:11.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boringness </title><content type='html'>Yea so i have been staring at this screen for the past 5 hours.. feeling really guilty coz i forgot to call someone last nite! i fell asleep.. must have something to do with the Johnson's Baby Bedtime Bath soap... i actually slept bout 7 periods today, 1 more than im supposed to ... sigh dont care neways and my balls are shrinking thinking bout exams which are next week..well the World's Most Boring Teacher made me to work today.. heck i know nuts bout accounts.. im so gonna fail again and hope i dont drop into a class where u study nothing but IT! sigh... neways i did some "thieving", if you will, from Gajen :p that guy was stupid enough to leave me his wallet when he as going for PJK class..well i wasnt mean enuff to use it, so i have a picture of it for you, Gajen! :P neways nth much happened in school, mostly because i was sleeping most of the time.. went back home, same usual routine... and now im staring at this com... well nothing much happened in short... well have fun reading this...bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246217-109524181165592036?l=kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109524181165592036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246217&amp;postID=109524181165592036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109524181165592036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246217/posts/default/109524181165592036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinsboringlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/boringness.html' title='Boringness '/><author><name>KeViN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278434662487407798</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></feed>
