<?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-3661111224265626710</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:06:01.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the konrad times</title><subtitle type='html'>you'll never go wrong, if ya let me hold you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;like it always works out to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i lose my temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she admits i fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and things go from bad to worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm so tired of all these,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yet i still can't find a solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;its been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hmmm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1,2,3,4. blablabla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;probably uncountable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why the fuck does shit like these have to keep coming back to haunt me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fuck you konrad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you're a piece of shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-6888887742747835333?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6888887742747835333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6888887742747835333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2009/04/early-sat-morning.html' title='early sat morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-575214189929834906</id><published>2009-04-25T04:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:40:42.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early saturday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i really don't understand why do things have to be like this always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wished i had all the time in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so that things wouldn't be like how they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm trying so hard sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there hasn't been once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that i have not gave my all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it isn't enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe i'm really that fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;its always me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;screwing things up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;its always me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;not being able to meet your needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;its always me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;being the insensitive one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the things that've happened recently. just reminds me of the past. i can't help but to think back, and i find myself back at square one. what've i done wrong. its deja-vu all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i feel so so so fucked now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-575214189929834906?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/575214189929834906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/575214189929834906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2009/04/early-saturday-morning.html' title='early saturday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3447698271712964126</id><published>2009-03-23T03:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T03:57:01.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss the times when our love was so carefree.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/ScaX8nbjt_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/GvTJs7nPItg/s1600-h/DSCN1100-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316103477789964274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/ScaX8nbjt_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/GvTJs7nPItg/s400/DSCN1100-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3447698271712964126?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3447698271712964126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3447698271712964126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-times-when-our-love-was-so.html' title='i miss the times when our love was so carefree.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/ScaX8nbjt_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/GvTJs7nPItg/s72-c/DSCN1100-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3411566444363326355</id><published>2009-03-23T03:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T03:53:16.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early monday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;its been a really long time since i posted anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6th months has passed with that special someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm still feeling so lost tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i never knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that whatever I've done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;was in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rain or shine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've always been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you still feel the way that you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Maybe I'm still the shitty Konrad that i was a year ago today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the big screw up that couldn't be bothered bout the direction of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;whatever i've done til this day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i've done it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm trying so hard to meet you on days that i have not slept or feel really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you still the way you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i've gave up what i wanted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to spend more time with you and i was overenjoyed when i knew i had a 8-5 posting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;b'cos i knew i had more time with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but that doesn't seem to be the point now ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i've gave up alot of myself for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i don't mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;neither do i wanna bitch bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm just really lost now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;haven't we been really happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i just didn't know why you have to say the things that you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it really hurts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to know that whatever i've done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;isn't really appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i just can't seem to figure out whats wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;probably its me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it has always been me all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm always the fucking problem in everything i've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wanna spend the rest of my life with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3411566444363326355?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3411566444363326355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3411566444363326355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2009/03/early-monday-morning.html' title='early monday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-1253834355355882494</id><published>2008-12-16T05:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T05:11:28.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a.d.e</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; all I know is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You got to give me everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and nothing less cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know I give you all of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and I know you would&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll give you everything that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and I Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;with all my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-1253834355355882494?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1253834355355882494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1253834355355882494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/12/ade.html' title='a.d.e'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-5771999820530518572</id><published>2008-12-11T06:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:53:16.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early thursday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hey people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh my. fucking can't sleep again. been 3days straight in a row. fuck. the day before yest i slept for 2hours. yest i slept for 3hours and i have not had any slept today yet and i gotta go to the polyclinic at 730am to get my damn mc later. grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;b'day's coming in 3days time, oh man, i haven't really made any plans as of yet. but having her by my side would be the best gift i could get. seriously. last year's b'day at zouk with the bffs wasn't so bad but the years before were ones to forget. so so so fucked up man. i'm so looking forward to spending the holiday season with b, especially christmas because for once during christmas, i'm not waiting under the mistletoe. weeeee. and i hope i'll have someone to cuddle and kiss during the strike at 12am this new year's. oh man, so many first times. weeee. hahahaha. being in love is just so lovely isn't it. especially with the girl of your dreams. i know i'm one hell of a lucky guy to have someone like her in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, i miss b many! ahhh. she's having her exams and i'm trying pretty hard not to distract her. baby, i believe that you'll do fine this time round. no worries yeah. i believe in you. and oh yeah, she came over the other day and i actually cooked for her, ah, though it wasn't anything special, i couldn't quite believe i would actually cook for someone besides myself. hahaha. but oh well, i think she liked it, erm, i hope she did, i forgot to ask b. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahh. and it has been a great few weeks well spent with her. almost meeting everyday yet again. be it dinner or chilling or going to town, its always wonderful. her smile mesmerizes me many a time and i'm so totally addicted to it. even though we just got past our 3rd monthsary, i felt like i've known her for a super long time. words can't explain the closeness between us, the loving you show, the hugs and kisses you give, the words you say and the smiles you put on my face. i appreciate everything you've done for me and baby, you feel so apart of the house whenever you're crashing over. you fit into my life so perfectly and you made everything so so different. you're the reason i became much much happier, you're the reason i became who i used to be. you're everything to me and yes dear, i love you with all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh well. i guess thats kinda all i have to say for today. real tired. and here's one of my pics taken with her. sweet huh? check out that pretty one beside me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278298123410605522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SUBILXiABdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pi7VJlMgU3w/s400/DSCN1440-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-5771999820530518572?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/5771999820530518572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/5771999820530518572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/12/early-thursday-morning.html' title='early thursday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SUBILXiABdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pi7VJlMgU3w/s72-c/DSCN1440-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-8945518095910694535</id><published>2008-11-28T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:02:42.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late friday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hello everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my wonderful girlfriend is beside me now and she's forcing me to blog by tickling me. hahaha. what a way to motivate me huh b? hahaha. okay, so she's over at my place watching saw V , eating my ordered pizza, and taking up my precious bed space besides she has a big bum bum. hahahaha. okay no, i'm joking on the last one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, the past month have been wonderful with her. its like we got to see each other almost everyday for the past 45 days and its been wonderful. i can never imagine myself being so close to someone ever. i feel like i've knew you all my life b, its like yeah, i'm quite confident that i know you really well. =) ahh. best thing is, we could talk bout anything in this word. hahaha. we could talk and talk and talk, and laugh bout the same things all day long. hahaha. and we could poke fun at each other all day long too. which i really like, anyone knows me well enough knows that i love to disturb other people. :D being evil is being konrad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;okay, anyway, i'm gonna dedicate this paragraph to that special girl that's made of my dreams, ahh. thanks b, especially for taking care of me when i was really sick the other day, for everything you've done for me, the cooking, the small lil' surprises and the laughters that you've brought. you're right beside me now watching tv and yeah i'm here typing this. b, you're all that matters to me, you know how special you are b and you know proud how i am to have. =) i want everyone to know how nice of a gf you've been and that you're mine now and forever. i love you baby and i could've never been happier.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273723800687570514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/STAH2veBblI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8PFhJkugWmE/s400/DSCN1391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-8945518095910694535?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8945518095910694535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8945518095910694535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/11/late-friday-night.html' title='late friday night'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/STAH2veBblI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8PFhJkugWmE/s72-c/DSCN1391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-7475334166297363045</id><published>2008-11-25T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:01:14.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late tuesday evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hello everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahh. finally, i've time to blog. life's been pretty chill for the past month, got posted to my new camp at ayer rajah as an auto-tech. ahh. holiday camp yo. eat,sleep,play psp, listen to ipod, talk to her, book out. hahaha. life's good fo' sho man. haha. anyway, for almost everyday for the past month, b has been keeping me companied every single day. how nice of her la. she was there to take care of me when i was sick, and yeah, whenever i felt like meeting, i know she would say yes. =) and yeah, she wants to spend time with me many many, yes i know dear. hahaha. ahh. i'm having the time of my life for the past couple of months and yeah, she's the main factor of it. oh man, don't have much time to blog, gotta meet her for dinner, she prepared something for me. i'll leave one photoshopped pic of how much she means to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272548252301602946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SSvas0eLMII/AAAAAAAAAHw/_xuIYcQvQf0/s400/DSCN1399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;say i'm dumb, go ahead, i don't care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-7475334166297363045?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/7475334166297363045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/7475334166297363045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/11/late-tuesday-evening.html' title='late tuesday evening'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SSvas0eLMII/AAAAAAAAAHw/_xuIYcQvQf0/s72-c/DSCN1399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-8431683585338760239</id><published>2008-11-17T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:44:53.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline&lt;br /&gt;i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline&lt;br /&gt;i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline&lt;br /&gt;i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline&lt;br /&gt;i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline&lt;br /&gt;i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline&lt;br /&gt;i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline&lt;br /&gt;i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline&lt;br /&gt;i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline&lt;br /&gt;i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline&lt;br /&gt;i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline&lt;br /&gt;i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline i love adeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-8431683585338760239?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8431683585338760239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8431683585338760239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-adeline-i-love-adeline-i-love.html' title='The girl of my life'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-2321239040158346368</id><published>2008-10-27T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:38:58.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early monday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hello everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm back from tekong. oh man, life's been rather shitty inside. don't really clique with my bunk mates but oh well, i got to know 5pretty cool guys. nothing much to talk bout, but yeah, ns is a waste of time and it psychologically brainwashes you to be dumb and follow commands. grrr. anyway, since i booked out, majority of the days have been put aside for b! weeee. i spent 1 and a half day with her straight after i booked out and that sweetie pie came to pick me up at pasir ris even though she was late. ahhh. went to eat dim sum then dbl o to club after and we chilled til the next day night and i went to zouk after with my ns buddies, jonathan, yuh chu, donn, joanne and marcus. oh man.partied so so hard last night. drank alot of booze too.weee. we went to the national museum just now to look at some pic gallery. ahh. both of us has a touch of class okay! we enjoy these kinda stuff many many. right b? went to movie after and met joshua along the way for dinner-cum-ns-story-telling. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway,there's nothing else i look forward to than to see her when i book out. oh my. 2 weeks felt like 2 freaking months. hope i get a 8am-5pm posting so i could spend more time with her. these 3days passed by damn fast la!!! i wished i had more time for you b. there hasn't been a minute that passed during the past 2weeks that you weren't on my mind. oh man. i miss you so. ahh. guess i gotta go. wanna talk to her. ciao people. blog again next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;you and me, we're gonna last a lifetime together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-2321239040158346368?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2321239040158346368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2321239040158346368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/10/early-monday-morning.html' title='early monday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-2900091205488564224</id><published>2008-10-09T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T02:23:00.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that dreaded day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;well well. here i am, 9th october and i'm 12hours away from enlistment. shit, did time pass by fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahh.  i've spent everyday of the pass 2plus weeks with b. and she has been sucha wonderful girl every single time we met. thank you so so much b. and today, she accompanied me throughout the day and night and yeah, even though its a little quieter than usual, but i still really really enjoyed her company. ahhh. i'm so gonna miss her so much, more than anyone and anything else. no words can describe how much i love her. and everything has been just so perfect since i met her and she made my last month of freedom really really worthwhile. well, she's mine, all mine. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, yeap, she already gave me a lifetime worth of memories within 43days. ahh. there'll still be many many more to come. and i'm gonna miss you and reminisce bout you just as much as you would b. you'll always be in my heart and mind no matter what i'm doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh man, i don't wish for tonight to end. cause i want the cuddles and kisses to last, and time will stop at that moment... ahhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;well. this will be my last blog in awhile. so i'll end it off with something for you b.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;What is love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;but a kiss on a rainy day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a smile that won't go away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a safe place to run to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;What is love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;but a complicated simple truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a bond between me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's the little things like holding hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and longing stares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;that means the world to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and I don't want to share them with anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;but you in this lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Perhaps you'd be a bit surprised how often, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a joke, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;will make me think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've searched my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and know that its you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so ADELINE GOH SI YING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;you might only be someone in this world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;but you are the world in someone's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;meeting you was the best thing that ever happened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and i'll cherish you with everything i've got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so with all my heart and soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i would just wanna say that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I LOVE YOU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and you'll always be my #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-2900091205488564224?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2900091205488564224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2900091205488564224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-dreaded-day.html' title='that dreaded day'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3585988645256032233</id><published>2008-10-07T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T02:41:06.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early tuesday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hello everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;well well, i just came back. and i met my pretty baby just now, and it was a great 1 monthsary. she cooked for me! weee. the first girlfriend to ever to. and seriously, all 4 dishes were really nice b. ahhh. it could work out that you'll be a wonderful housewife in the future. hahaha. and! she gave me a nice lil' surprise, something that really really left me pretty speechless, it was sweet, it was simple and it was lovely dear. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and, she acutally took her time to actually dictate out all the happenings that has happened ever since we met to me. everything from how i was like before we met and after we met, the first kiss, the first time we held hands, and some things that said that made her smile and the ups and downs. weeeeee. there has never been a girl thats sweeter than you b. and you know, throughout the entire day, i was pretty speechless becuase of the things you've done for me. she just confessed bout everything she've felt bout me, and b, i believe in you, and this feeling will not go away. thank you so much for everything you've done for me. its gonna be a long road ahead, but yes, i know you'll always be there whenever i need someone. i love you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If one day you find someone better than me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope she feels the exact same way I feel when Im with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope she makes you laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and I hope she makes you smilebut most of all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope that never happens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;because I neverwant anybody to get the chance to see how amazing you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and that smile of yours belongs to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love you adeline goh si ying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;this love will not fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;you'll always be my #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and to love and to be loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;is the greatest happiness of existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;you'll always be the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3585988645256032233?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3585988645256032233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3585988645256032233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/10/early-tuesday-morning.html' title='early tuesday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-1333355812700708438</id><published>2008-10-06T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:10:28.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love ade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;happy 1 monthsary baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;its been a wonderful wonderful month for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a month have felt like a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i'm gonna keep this simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you're the best i ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;never has someone been so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and never has someone brought me so much big smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so with all my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;adeline goh si ying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-1333355812700708438?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1333355812700708438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1333355812700708438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-ade.html' title='love ade.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-1594143979766356900</id><published>2008-10-03T05:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T05:46:41.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeline Goh Si Ying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you say you love me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the world stops for a moment, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the stars stop shining, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the moon stops glowing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the earth stops breathing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all that's alive is our love ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she's oh so right for 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/3661111224265626710-1594143979766356900?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1594143979766356900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1594143979766356900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/10/adeline-goh-si-ying.html' title='Adeline Goh Si Ying.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3088473056911281011</id><published>2008-10-02T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T03:18:03.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early thursday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hi everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh my, i'm left with 7 days flat. darn. hahaha. time flies. and i met b again today. well, i ta pao-ed zhi cha for her today and we had some super ghetto picnic underneath a block somewhere near her place. dinner menu, sweet and sour pork, french beans with mince meat, prawn omelette! hahaha. had a super wonderful "picnic", i know she had a good time too. then we met her sis, and went to west mall to walk around after and walked back to her place after, i've enjoyed long walks til i met her because i'm super lazy, but well well, baby changed my perception of it yet again. haha. and i made laugh til she dropped on the floor. hahahaa. and i was playing mr strong man carrying her around, and she fell twice. hahahah. sorry baby!!! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yest we went to that henderson wave thingy, and we walked from mount faber to kent ridge park, super super jackass. hahaha. and we actually got caught in the rain when we got to thetop of kent ridge, and we walked in the rain hand in hand and we actually did something funny under the pouring rain. ahh. i love you dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh well, i just want to let everyone know that i've the bestest best gf in the world, and i love her many many. and baby, i'll stand true by you, i know you will too. and words can't show how much i love you but yeah, you know.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3088473056911281011?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3088473056911281011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3088473056911281011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/10/early-thursday-morning.html' title='early thursday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-1144507760524934471</id><published>2008-09-30T07:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:23:52.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7.17am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she randomly called just to say i love you.&lt;br /&gt;how sweet of her la!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i love you many many baby! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought you slept with your fingers on your phone again. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;what a way to start off the day.&lt;br /&gt;she's the sweetest ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-1144507760524934471?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1144507760524934471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1144507760524934471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/717am.html' title='7.17am'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-1699959849631231277</id><published>2008-09-30T06:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:53:58.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early tuesday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sup y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;once again, i can't go to bed. and the reason is there's only 9days of freedom left. fuckfuckfuck. i've not had enough fun, i've not partied enough, i've not spent enough time with my best friends and lastly, i've not spent enough time with my love. ahhh. i remembered so vaguely how i told the bffs that i had 6more months la. no worries. and fuck, now there's like 9days left. oh man. yeah, ns isn't really a big deal, everyone has to go through it, but yeah, i've to let go of my life to serve the fucking nation for 22months. what the heck man. ahh. its driving me crazy to think i've so only 9days left to enjoy myself. and i know she'll be there everyday if i want her to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fucking crazy thoughts are running through my mind now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm being paranoid again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe i should go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;good morning world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and good night to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-1699959849631231277?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1699959849631231277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1699959849631231277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/early-tuesday-morning_30.html' title='early tuesday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-780105418363949052</id><published>2008-09-28T06:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T06:09:31.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything went from wrong to right because of you b.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've been looking for that someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll never make it on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dreams can't take the place of loving you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's gotta be a million reasons why it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I find my paradise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When you look me in the eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;How long will I be waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To be with you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gonna tell you that I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In the best way that I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can't take a day without you here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You're the light that makes my darkness disappear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;More and more, I start to realize, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can reach my tomorrow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can hold my head up high, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And it's all because you're by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-780105418363949052?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/780105418363949052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/780105418363949052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/everything-went-from-wrong-to-right.html' title='everything went from wrong to right because of you b.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-5411138513400875267</id><published>2008-09-21T06:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T06:30:39.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SNV1YoZ31FI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ptoon9lSwsk/s1600-h/DSCN1164-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248230006793426002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SNV1YoZ31FI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ptoon9lSwsk/s400/DSCN1164-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she's that one special girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;which placed the smile back on my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;which gave me everything that i needed to get me through the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there hasn't been any thats sweeter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there hasn't been any that made me feel like how i feel right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you gave me your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i gave you my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you said i love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i said i love you with all my heart and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i know its real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i gave up looking for that one special girl back then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when i figured i wasn't good enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;with my moral as low as ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there you were,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you had be that girl that i had go the distance with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you took my breath away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you gave me everything that i once, could only hope and wish for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the sweetness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the feeling i get when i walk down the street with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'll take you by the hand and take you somewhere new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;because i know b,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that you're the right one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-5411138513400875267?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/5411138513400875267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/5411138513400875267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby.html' title='baby.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SNV1YoZ31FI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ptoon9lSwsk/s72-c/DSCN1164-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-4306958175676080588</id><published>2008-09-19T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:42:34.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning revivals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want you around in the morning and I want to know you're legally required to be there b.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-4306958175676080588?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4306958175676080588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4306958175676080588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-morning-revivals.html' title='good morning revivals.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3019899168301245586</id><published>2008-09-16T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:52:56.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early tuesday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hellooo. just got back from riding around and after that went to sell something with norman. hahaha. i had sucha good time talking to him today. i had sucha good laugh outta at it, and as always i'm at the end of his jokes. hahaha. this was what came outta that conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;norman: how was all the dates with your girlfriend so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;konrad: just call her ade la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;norman: okay fine! how was all the dates wth ADE so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;konrad: been wonderful man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;norman: great, then how was the first time you held hands and kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;konrad: (shows handsign, _l_) thats confidential la fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;konrad: but fuck man, i was so fucking nervous when i wanted to hold her hand, you know, i was going like should i or shouldn't i, should i or shouldn't i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;norman: fuck la, you weak sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;konrad: fuck man, first time right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;norman: you dare to 180 10fucking steps, you dare to 360 the stupid box jump on first attempt, you dare to ride downhill, you don't fucking dare to hold her hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;konrad: (silence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and both of us burst of in laughter for at least 3minutes. i was laughing so hard and i got owned. hahahahaha. fuck you norman. hahahaahahaha. oh man, i'm laughing and typing this, well. hahahaha. first times are always the most nervous. hor hor hor? hahahaa. okay fine. i shall stop. okay bye. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3019899168301245586?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3019899168301245586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3019899168301245586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/early-tuesday-night.html' title='early tuesday night'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-7853748757958996764</id><published>2008-09-14T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:59:18.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late sunday night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hellooooo.&lt;br /&gt;well. it has been a wonderful weekend for me and i'm pretty sure it was for her too. ahh. it was a wonderful 24hours with you b. =) well, movie, dim sum, chilling out and the rest is for us to know. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;yeap. some picsssssss. there were quite a handful, but as usual, i spoilt alot of pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SM0zmUf8qWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/X1xu4xSqx6g/s1600-h/DSCN1090-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245905874387249506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SM0zmUf8qWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/X1xu4xSqx6g/s400/DSCN1090-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;as close as i ever got. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SM0zmUQ1arI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kpnLh7j8yV0/s1600-h/DSCN1100-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245905874323860146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SM0zmUQ1arI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kpnLh7j8yV0/s400/DSCN1100-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hi, i'm her younger brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SM0zmrJqD6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/J8W8U6CVfr4/s1600-h/DSCN1095-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245905880467771298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SM0zmrJqD6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/J8W8U6CVfr4/s400/DSCN1095-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;candid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SM0zm_nyVvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KVeRsGo82yk/s1600-h/DSCN1080-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245905885962852082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SM0zm_nyVvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KVeRsGo82yk/s400/DSCN1080-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the only one i did with a proper expression&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SM0zm6rBXcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fYAe4ZGDqdU/s1600-h/DSCN1103-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245905884634242498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SM0zm6rBXcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fYAe4ZGDqdU/s400/DSCN1103-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; and one for you, i'm a junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-7853748757958996764?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/7853748757958996764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/7853748757958996764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/late-sunday-night.html' title='late sunday night.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SM0zmUf8qWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/X1xu4xSqx6g/s72-c/DSCN1090-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3799794743743774762</id><published>2008-09-13T06:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:22:25.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hafiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this picture deserves its own post. hahahaahahha. check out hafiz(left) and munzir(right) and hafiz's legendary triple chin. hahaahhaahahahhaahaahaha!! no pun intended, you're still my abang. hahahaahahahaahahahaah!! fuck i can't stop laughing. you got owned tonight hafiz. hahaahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245271154939970738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SMryUyTMxLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2n__dcTm5yI/s400/hahahaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3799794743743774762?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3799794743743774762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3799794743743774762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/hafiz.html' title='hafiz.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SMryUyTMxLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2n__dcTm5yI/s72-c/hahahaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-4409598242438498375</id><published>2008-09-12T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T02:54:04.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;'Cause tonight is the night when two becomes one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-4409598242438498375?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4409598242438498375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4409598242438498375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/b.html' title='b.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-4038168191277525177</id><published>2008-09-11T05:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T05:07:46.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hasn't been a fantastic day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i miss you so much suddenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i just hope i didn't do anything wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i'm real sorry if i did b.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-4038168191277525177?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4038168191277525177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4038168191277525177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/early-thursday.html' title='early thursday'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-4966447431418882018</id><published>2008-09-10T06:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:09:08.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early wednesday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*following was deleted because i'm giving you some face girl* haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, yeah, caught forgetting sarah marshall with b at cathay, fuck and the show was funny. and i was pretty sure the show had more shots of dicks than boobies, in fact, there were no boobies at all. oh man. darn. anyway, yeah, the day was wonderful as usual with her company. and we kinda took a few pics, i'll post up the nicer ones. anyway, b, everything you texted me bout, yes i do know. and i love you too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SMb8wqJWJqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F-_l8jzpCPM/s1600-h/DSCN1072-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244156728996931234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SMb8wqJWJqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F-_l8jzpCPM/s320/DSCN1072-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SMb8wopA9cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/K9M4YWrJXms/s1600-h/DSCN1070-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244156728592889282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SMb8wopA9cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/K9M4YWrJXms/s320/DSCN1070-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SMb8wxityyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tSgkP0PNl2w/s1600-h/DSCN1074-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SMb8xD1RTnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8LUJiK0XpeQ/s1600-h/DSCN1077-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244156735892049522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SMb8xD1RTnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8LUJiK0XpeQ/s320/DSCN1077-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-4966447431418882018?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4966447431418882018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4966447431418882018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/early-wednesday-morning.html' title='early wednesday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SMb8wqJWJqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F-_l8jzpCPM/s72-c/DSCN1072-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-463619109677274379</id><published>2008-09-09T09:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:45:14.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid tuesday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i just realised i'm 30 days away from enlistment. fuck that shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;22months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;konrad is so not looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-463619109677274379?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/463619109677274379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/463619109677274379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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you are mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You are one of a kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm so into you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;With every kiss and every hug,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You make me fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know I love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know that I'll be true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know that I won't lie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know that I would try, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To be your everything .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't need anyone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just need your all or nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cause Baby, you're the best part of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-1797028662604373916?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1797028662604373916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1797028662604373916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/you.html' title='you.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-993101167887912275</id><published>2008-09-07T05:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T05:51:53.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early sunday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;helllllloooo people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;had to reluctantly get outta bed today because si kiat needed to fix his bike and he's in need of sleep when he met me. hahahaha. don't ride your motor when you're sleepy you idiot. haha. went to hang out with munzir and him after at west coast. ahhh. i lost 2games to munzir in winning eleven 11 on psp today in the most extreme conditions, we were playing the damn psps with rain smacking on the screen, on our face, ahh. everywhere. hahaha. super hardcore extreme gaming conditions. hahaha. fuckkkk, i've not lost a game in winning eleven years. darn it. bloody weather. oh yeah, its a soccer game. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyhoooooo, i met my dearest ade after. haha. had coffee bean, then headed to town, it was like 1230 am when we got there and it was a pretty last minute decision. andddd. we walked, and walked, and walked. i've seriously never enjoyed sucha long walk in my life. i would be complaining if it was with others. butttt hand in hand, it was a really nice walk. hahahaha. well. as usual, she's really sweet, and i mean really sweet. haha. ahhh. the rest is for me to know. and her sandals gave way half way. hahahahaha. and i need new ones too. and she bought me a fire extinguisher, literally. jyeah. hahaha. was supposed to send her home by 2 but i was a lil' late. and i liked how the lift was really slow. hahahahahahaha. anyway, she called me b. ahhhhh. that put a very very big smile on my face. oh man. been a wonderful day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and oh yeah, i really really don't think i need riding in my life anymore. there comes a point in life when it has to stop, and i'm thinking bout stopping. overly lazy. and i've not rode seriously for at least a couple of months. actually, ever since i won the comp, i don't feel the want to anymore. oh man... anyway, gotta sleep man. super tired. so yeah, be back soon. ciao guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and hafiz, break up is the answer. you and i know it, don't hurt yourself more and don't walk the road that i've been through, if you don't see her as the one, there's no point in holding on. there's always someone better. and please, nc-16. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;you brought the colours and smiles back into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;you're my sweet escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-993101167887912275?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/993101167887912275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/993101167887912275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/early-sunday-morning.html' title='early sunday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-4715748237521151560</id><published>2008-09-05T04:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T05:08:53.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early friday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hello everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahh. can't really fall asleep. was kinda going through all the msges that superwoman had sent me over the past 13days. oh, guess what hun, today is 14th day. and i very dearly remember this.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242272405301668962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SMBK-lXWrGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gRxSLAFdwnk/s320/smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hahaha. well. you didn't expect me to save that right. but so happened i did. haha. oh guess what, she just made me smile again by texting me randomly in the middle of her sleep. hahaha. oh man. have this girl blown me away. no wonder she's my superwoman. anyway, last night was a disaster trying to fall asleep. she'll probably know what happened, shan't say it out. i should be in bed now. but, once again, i find myself thinking bout her. she gives me something to smile bout before i sleep, and after i open my eyes everyday without fail. awwww. she's the best thing that has happened to me in years... ahh. &lt;3.&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;trust me, i wouldn't ruin it babe. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-4715748237521151560?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4715748237521151560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4715748237521151560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/early-friday-morning.html' title='early friday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SMBK-lXWrGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gRxSLAFdwnk/s72-c/smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-5321791799675913607</id><published>2008-09-04T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:47:09.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SL_KVNayknI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cXerJ1KJykU/s1600-h/DSCN0989-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242130957010637426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SL_KVNayknI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cXerJ1KJykU/s400/DSCN0989-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she's pretty, i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SL_KVGDDTvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2AJU8nVtjGA/s1600-h/DSCN0991-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242130955032022770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SL_KVGDDTvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2AJU8nVtjGA/s400/DSCN0991-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she likes this, but i think i look funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SL_KVVlqcBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0sY8Ro7hpkw/s1600-h/DSCN0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242130959203725330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SL_KVVlqcBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0sY8Ro7hpkw/s400/DSCN0995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i like this but you can't see the pretty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-5321791799675913607?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/5321791799675913607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/5321791799675913607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SL_KVNayknI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cXerJ1KJykU/s72-c/DSCN0989-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-906517786761417320</id><published>2008-09-04T06:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:07:16.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to that one special girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wish the night never ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wish to turn back time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wish you never said what you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wish that i've not fallen so deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wish that i never have to feel like this again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wish everything would've turned out the way i wanted it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wish i said what i wanted to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it happened six months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it's happening now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why do you have to be like this konrad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why ain't you good enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why does this always happen to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why do i always lose someone when i've started to give my everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;deep down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wish i said i'll give you my all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wish i said i'll mend all the pieces of your broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wish i said don't worry, everything's gonna be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wish i said i'll eliminate all your insecurities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wish i said you're the best thing that has happened to me in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wish i said i &lt;3 you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yes ade. i've fallen for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you know i speak of nothing but the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;with all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'll tell you that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;everything's gonna be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i'll walk you through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the good and the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wish that you'll....................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-906517786761417320?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/906517786761417320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/906517786761417320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-that-one-special-girl.html' title='to that one special girl.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-6475686653076097613</id><published>2008-09-02T04:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T04:34:36.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early tuesday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;heya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm actually having really big contemplations on the frame i should be getting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;somehow i wished to get a transition double, and continue riding bmx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;or get a ns capital or usb molly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shit man. i wished i would get sponsored by some mtb company in singapore so i wouldn't need to contemplate so much on frames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahhh. enlistment is 38days away. i wished i had more time now. i was looking forward to it. til i met this special girl. this girl literally blew me away like no one else ever did. i never expected myself to actually feel this way bout things. time is super limited. i only wished i had more time to get to know her better. but sigh. i don't know. i'm actually really worried bout how things would work out. i kinda regretted not holding her hand on the walk home. i blew my chance. ahhh. oh fuck. maybe you just think too much konrad... well... everyday, i'm falling deeper and hoping that this would somehow work out well. i really don't wanna lose someone else that i care so much for. but, you just make me feel that everything's gonna be okay. before i met you, my life was in pieces. whole year has been shit, and i thought ns would occupy me enough to actually help me forget my troubles. but then you came along. and everything just seemed so... right. i've never been happier the entire year. i wished i could tell you that i wanna be your guy, but somehow i just don't feel good enough either... a part of me has been lost over the past few years. and thats confidence. slowly but surely, i hope to gain it back. nevertheless, there'll always be a special place for you in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;tell me, that you want me as much as i want you to be a part of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and i'll give you my all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i meant it when i said i'm going head over heels for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and baby, you're that special girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-6475686653076097613?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6475686653076097613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6475686653076097613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/09/early-tuesday-morning.html' title='early tuesday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-6185178586096238679</id><published>2008-08-31T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:20:43.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superwoman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don’t know how to say I wanna be with you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don’t know how to start, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But as each day goes by I wish you would open your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could dream forever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then that way we’ll always be together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Unfortunately though, I wake up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I hate how reality always seems to suck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;At home it’ll be just another day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Another day that I’ll try to suppress my feelings for you away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-6185178586096238679?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6185178586096238679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6185178586096238679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/08/superwoman.html' title='superwoman.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-727336843067780065</id><published>2008-08-31T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:52:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late sunday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so fucking disapponted i got knocked out last night at double o.&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;its the first,&lt;br /&gt;and i hope the last time it ever happens.&lt;br /&gt;i was having so much fun yo.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i remembered everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;the memories will always be there.=)&lt;br /&gt;and if it was one person whom i needed last night,&lt;br /&gt;it was my superwoman.&lt;br /&gt;i really really didn't mean for it to happen babe.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-727336843067780065?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/727336843067780065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/727336843067780065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/08/late-sunday-morning.html' title='late sunday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3128376249936145822</id><published>2008-08-29T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:15:13.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early friday evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;been a week since i got to know this special somebody. haha. :D ahhh. last night was sin yi's b'day celebration at jurong east k-box. okay, i was suppose to be the surprise and i think i was the one who got surprised instead because i was the guy with 5 girls, but yeah at least i already got to know em sometime before. hahaha. but anyway, still enjoyed myselfloads. alot of of jay songs, even though i couldn't project my voice very well. hope sin yi enjoyed herself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anddd, i'm sorry that i didn't cheer superwoman uppp. she didn't seem to be very happy yest. well. cheer up babe! like you said, its a brand new day. yeahh, i'm looking forward to your text later on. so yeap,thats bout it, going with luke and co. now. be back to update soooon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;wise men say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;only fools rush in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;but i can't help,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;falling in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3128376249936145822?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3128376249936145822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3128376249936145822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/08/early-friday-evening.html' title='early friday evening'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-6296942765960353719</id><published>2008-08-28T04:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T04:55:18.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early thursday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i used to miss that feeling of&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;having&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; someone&lt;/span&gt; to text,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;having &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; whom you'll wake up and smile to yourself about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;having &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; to give you good morning msges, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;having &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; that'll wish you the sweetest dreams at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;having &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; to think bout when things get dull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;having &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; that you know will make your day worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;having &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; that you'll giggle bout in front of your phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm pretty sure that i don't miss any of that anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;because you're my &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;superwoman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-6296942765960353719?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6296942765960353719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6296942765960353719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/08/early-thursday-morning_28.html' title='early thursday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-6341785546857379126</id><published>2008-08-26T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:45:41.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dearest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;let these roses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In their purity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Be a present symbol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Of my feelings for thee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Underneath the blossom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thorns are sure to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Take heed lest you touch them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They would pain you so! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ahhh! my faults like thorns are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But cannot they be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hidden 'neath the flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Of my feelings for thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But forbidden are my feelings for thee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;as i can't let myself fall for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Keeping my feelings at bay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;is the only way i could ease the temptations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-6341785546857379126?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6341785546857379126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6341785546857379126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/08/confessions.html' title='confessions.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-6341496581172031702</id><published>2008-08-26T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:07:26.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early tuesday morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hahaha! since you said you readdd my blog. this one is for you babe! you know who you are. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238487023273402002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SLLYMWa0XpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GIsr9wAWgQs/s320/adeee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you were til i came along. i know. hahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-6341496581172031702?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6341496581172031702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6341496581172031702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/08/early-tuesday-morning.html' title='early tuesday morning!'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SLLYMWa0XpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GIsr9wAWgQs/s72-c/adeee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-2487064036573695341</id><published>2008-08-14T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:57:29.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early thursday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; here's the 360's that i believed got me that podium finish.&lt;br /&gt;so here're the pics. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234062204733624642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SKMf2A1yEUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L-hBGFnMWu8/s320/konrad+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234062209223218018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SKMf2RkL02I/AAAAAAAAAFg/q9S2TwqSau4/s320/konrad+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234062214925038290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SKMf2mzmstI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JatR-TWoNg0/s320/konrad+upclose.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-2487064036573695341?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2487064036573695341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2487064036573695341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/08/early-thursday-morning_14.html' title='early thursday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SKMf2A1yEUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L-hBGFnMWu8/s72-c/konrad+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-2146578269185816091</id><published>2008-08-14T01:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:51:22.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early thursday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;finally got to meet her today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;imissedyousomuch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there're so many thoughts running through my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that its driving me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i doubt i'll be a priority in her eyes anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so don't count on it konrad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;once upon a time i was falling in love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;now i'm only falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;once uopn a time there was light in my life, now there's only love in the dark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come back baby please.&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/3661111224265626710-2146578269185816091?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2146578269185816091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2146578269185816091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/08/early-thursday-morning.html' title='early thursday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3635723817163975835</id><published>2008-08-03T02:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:08:44.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early sunday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hello guys!&lt;br /&gt;been a week since the box jump comp ended. it was a fucking great success. i actually didn't wanna join, but yeah, darren had put my name in last minute and forced me in. shit. hahaha. and i actually got 2nd. 1st comp, 1st podium finish. fuck yeah. hahahaha. check out the pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SJSp7NDZnAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/F7hlExsLY_s/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229991901865286658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SJSp7NDZnAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/F7hlExsLY_s/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that huge 180 in the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SJSp7b2xo7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cp1BU9msrmQ/s1600-h/oh!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229991905838867378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SJSp7b2xo7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cp1BU9msrmQ/s320/oh!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that huge tuck in the finals, shit it was big but it was taken a lil' late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SJSp7Vpul3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/LaFdD31zuMM/s1600-h/darren,+me,+slim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229991904173528946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SJSp7Vpul3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/LaFdD31zuMM/s320/darren,+me,+slim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my 2 best riding buds! darren &amp;amp; ryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SJSp7gpIgRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/64WXLj-oxpc/s1600-h/DSC05304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229991907123822866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SJSp7gpIgRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/64WXLj-oxpc/s320/DSC05304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #2 &amp;amp; #3, thanks for the encouragement yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SJSp7yeLYbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WHAt6-SLDn8/s1600-h/DSC04714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229991911909712306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SJSp7yeLYbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WHAt6-SLDn8/s320/DSC04714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; practicing my 3's at b3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3635723817163975835?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3635723817163975835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3635723817163975835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/08/early-sunday-morning.html' title='early sunday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SJSp7NDZnAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/F7hlExsLY_s/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-5448809162312937765</id><published>2008-07-26T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T02:33:12.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early saturday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;just came back from nuh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;suffering chest pain for 3days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my heart is like pressing against my ribcage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;doc says my heart swelled up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but he doesn't have an explanation for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fuck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the fucking painkillers are not working...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and he asked me to stop any physcial activities for a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh man...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it hurts like shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-5448809162312937765?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/5448809162312937765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/5448809162312937765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/07/early-saturday-morning.html' title='early saturday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-6425886758853587586</id><published>2008-07-16T05:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T05:28:06.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early wednesday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;just finished "alot like love" again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it just made me miss someone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;talked to her bestie bout her just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe i do miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i lied when i said i won't be coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i lied when i said i gave up on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i probably won't have the guts to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;thats why i'm writing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i gave so much to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i still remember the good times and the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you were the only girl who ever stood by me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;through the tough times and the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the only girl who ever really understood me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i guess whenever we're together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i hurt you more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;each time we got closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm pretty sure you were the only girl that i ever said ilu to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i still remember that very first date to esplanade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that very first kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and that very first time you said ilu on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe it wasn't love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe it was just alot like love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you'll probably be reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and you probably know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-6425886758853587586?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6425886758853587586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6425886758853587586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/07/early-wednesday-morning_16.html' title='early wednesday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3303845572410673504</id><published>2008-07-09T02:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:08:44.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early wednesday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh hello! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahh. comp's coming. feeling the need to push myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i forsee like i will get top 3 because i believe i'm one of the top mtb riders in singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but in someway, my tricks are not getting there yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe i care too much bout style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been landing my 360s all day long but i'm still not happy with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wrecking my brain out, been trying all kinda variations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i can't get my inverts or tables right either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe i push too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahhh. comp's coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;its my proving ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;first comp, kinda psyched, kinda nervous, but at the same time kinda looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe john was right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i shouldn't join a comp just because i wanna win,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the fun with friends is what matters the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but come to think of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;almost all mtb riders are suckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so much politics, too lil' fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;thats why i rather hang out with bmx-ers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and thats why i bring my bmx style in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i ride better than most of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yet you guys are still being arrogant, ignorant, self-centred bastards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you should spend your time talking on your riding shitheads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahhh. even if i wasn't in all your online rants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i still feel the need to let you realise how much you guys suck at riding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;come this 27th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i will do my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and the rest shall fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;try me boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahhh.i so badly wanna win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and this is my bike. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;clean,brakeless. its the sex yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220720060789359714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SHO5PBcbBGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WT6nXikhml8/s320/SP_A0357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3303845572410673504?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3303845572410673504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3303845572410673504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/07/early-wednesday-morning.html' title='early wednesday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/SHO5PBcbBGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WT6nXikhml8/s72-c/SP_A0357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3588729620736238408</id><published>2008-07-08T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:25:08.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid tuesday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the take's over, the muthaphuckking break's over!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahhh. couldn't resist. can't get it outta my mind. anyway, yeah, been really irritated over the past week. haha. nvm. means i ride more and progress more. anyway, was out riding street with the guys around batok yest again and then, tada, i saw something i always wanted to try since a i don't know when, a 180 down the unloading bay. hahaha. which is bout. hmmm. i dont know. maybe 6-7steps? ate shit on the first 3 tries but i pulled off the 4th so cleanly. jyeahhh! hahaha. everyone was clapping so yeah, i'm psyched bout it. thanks for pushing me guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh yeah, last friday, i was out with luke pp and his 2 poly friends jiehao and qixiang (birthday boy!), 2 reallyreally nice guys and yeah, damn they've a great sense of humour too. hahaha. and luke pp, please don't feel left out if you're the only non-smoker. hahahahahaha!!! dined at spaggedies, and went to harry's bar after. felt bad that qixiang had to settle all the bill even though its his birthday. but yeah, for the amount of fun we had, it was priceless. thanks for the fun night guys, especially you qixiang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, yeah. i'm bored everyday, i don't have anything to do, don't have anything to look forward to. life's been really boring. nvm. samantha josephine kay! u better keep your promise. hahahaha. ciao guys. be back soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3588729620736238408?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3588729620736238408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3588729620736238408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/07/mid-tuesday-afternoon.html' title='mid tuesday afternoon'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-4619923628392098233</id><published>2008-07-03T07:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T07:27:45.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early thursday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why am I always up at like 7am everyday!!! arghhh!!! super irritating. bores the crap outta me man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-4619923628392098233?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4619923628392098233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4619923628392098233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/07/early-thursday-morning.html' title='early thursday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-8563413765933184675</id><published>2008-07-02T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:26:58.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early wednesday evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heyyy. its been awhile. life's been pretty boring. nothing much to say. hahaha. just download cs 1.6 last week. shit man, been 2-3years since i last played. hahaha. but okay la, still ain't that bad. fun playing with my own friends though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been awhile since i went out to catch a movie or something. life's been all bout sleeping, waking up, cs-ing, ride, come back and sleep and the cycle continues. jia lat la konrad! how?! hahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;october 16th please come soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh man, come to think of it, i haven't even attended my napfas yet. hahaha. oh well, pull-up isn't one of my worries anymore. 12 isn't a problem, i could pull 17finally. hahahah. shit man, to think i was struggling to do even 6 in sec4. weak la huh. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh man, think i should go and ride later, but weather's looking pretty bad. yikes! yeap, i shall end my rants here. ciaoooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-8563413765933184675?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8563413765933184675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8563413765933184675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/07/early-wednesday-evening.html' title='early wednesday evening'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3507420746556660219</id><published>2008-06-18T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:14:48.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late wednesday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sorry for the lack of blogs recently, lappie went for service bout 2 weeks back. anyway, its been a shitty month for me. been lazing around the house yet again and been reminiscing bout lotsa stuff. been shopping alot lately ever since the gss started and shit, its gonna end soon. and guess what, i finally got my eyebrow pierced like 2 days back, kinda a hasty decision. but no regrets, gotta get inked again soon. desgin be up soon. hahaha. anyway, was  drinking at my place with fab, watt and alvin last night cos it was watt's belated b'day, shit yo, too much alcohol! one almost new bottle of absolut mandarin from me, and one new bottle of london dry gin frm watt. all of us ended up getting really intoxicated and they after smoking countless cigs, we ended up walking over to toh guan to get some ba chor mee. hahahaha. it was really hilarious, fab fell into this ditch and he didn't even know til he was lying on the ground. hahahahaha! kudos to you fab! and the rest of us tried our very best to be sober. ahhh. fun night drinking, a shot of booze a day keeps the doctor at bay! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been riding alot recently too. getting my style right. and yeah, been quite hapyp with it so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my enlistment date is october 16th!!! tekong here i come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3507420746556660219?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3507420746556660219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3507420746556660219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/06/late-wednesday-morning.html' title='late wednesday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-39457695314317459</id><published>2008-06-13T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:39:58.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid friday evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;saw someone yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;didn't believed what everyone was telling me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;seeing is believing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;seems like you've moved on pretty well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;glad that you've found a guy that makes you happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sorry i wasn't good enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i wish you all the best with him babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you should know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there's always a special place somewhere in my heart for you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-39457695314317459?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/39457695314317459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/39457695314317459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/06/mid-friday-evening.html' title='mid friday evening'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-4542927849762136661</id><published>2008-05-31T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T09:55:19.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late saturday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my heart sank as i laid eyes on you yesterday evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i didn't even had the heart to say a simple goodbye nor a hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i choked on my words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i can't bring myself to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i don't know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-4542927849762136661?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4542927849762136661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4542927849762136661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/05/late-saturday-morning.html' title='late saturday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-546021219147314307</id><published>2008-05-19T06:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T06:25:38.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early monday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sup y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;just came from riding the entire day. anyway, i converted back to mountain bike. blk mrkt riot. jyeah. fucking high end, traded my bmx for it. anyway, i landed 360s on my mtb, and shit i finally hope 360s on a bmx. feeling the sense of achievement finally. soooo happpyyy! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kay la. going to bed. update when i'm up later. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-546021219147314307?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/546021219147314307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/546021219147314307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/05/early-monday-morning.html' title='early monday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-7446852580316394781</id><published>2008-05-13T05:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:14:43.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early tuesday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;weeeeee! clocked in at 145km/h today. damn, it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;feel the need for speeeeeeeeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-7446852580316394781?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/7446852580316394781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/7446852580316394781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/05/early-tuesday-morning.html' title='early tuesday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-8321750675171371929</id><published>2008-05-08T03:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:53:20.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early thursday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hey y'all. haven't logged in awhile. been really busy with work lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, just had my first motor accident today. fuck it man. now my left leg is filled with abrasions and my knee is aching. argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, yeah, been hanging out recently. nothing much to do. just chilling out with the mountain bike gang at entertainment after work or if si kiat books out i had hang out with him and jiaming instead. pay's in. got lotsa money to spend. but i don't have anything to buy and i don't have the time nor the mood to go out to town too. everyday's bout work,work and work. started my job as a bike mechanic at treknology at holland village for almost 3 weeks. and yeah, its been hectic. bike after bike after bike. oh man. wears me out. just hope that i get enlisted asap. nothing much has happened since my last blog so yeah, i don't really have much to say. life's been really boring. i just hope i had get a new job man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh yeah, i'm selling my bmx too. don't have the mood, time nor heart to ride bmx anymore. yeap. thats bout all. ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-8321750675171371929?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8321750675171371929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8321750675171371929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/05/early-thursday-morning.html' title='early thursday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-8180818427761940342</id><published>2008-04-25T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:17:48.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early friday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hello! i'm kinda high now from the booze and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ratboy's going into tekong later at 10am! so the guys and a babe decided to drink the night away. me, sinyee, wattana, jonathan(ratboy) and donglun and kit the only non-drinker of the day with his "i don't drink because i'm a devoted musilm now" shit. hahahahaha. kit ah kit, you know you should give in to temptation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it was so fun reliving the chill days with the coolest people of b3. how i wish b3 was filled with the people of yester-year. when people didn't think so much of improving but the joy of riding. fuck improving man, i'm pass that stage. it was just pure enjoyment today, alcohol, cigs, laughter and joy. how i miss those days. i miss riding too. anyway, got a new job at treknology as a bike mechanic. gonna report to work with a hangover. at least i have kit to cover for me. haha. shit man, so much alcohol today.haven't got so high in awhile. hahaha. kay la. better get going before i talk anymore shit. ciao guys! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-8180818427761940342?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8180818427761940342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8180818427761940342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/04/early-friday-morning.html' title='early friday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-1879027632002333559</id><published>2008-04-06T04:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T04:27:36.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early sunday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;just got back from celebrating jia ming's birthday. oh well, all of us are more or less broke before it happened, would make it up to you someday man! hope you enjoyed yourself still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, been riding quite often lately. don't really have much to do. school's gonna start soon for most, and yeah, those that know, yeah. i'm just gonna stone even more. gonna go for an interview at guess on either monday or tuesday. lets pray i get the job, so i can get even more stuff for myself. actually not, i gotta save, get a bloody motor, increase my bank account from the pathetic 2 bucks thats left inside, and probably enjoy life while i still can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been kinda down lately, i mean yeah, i got kicked out and shit, it only adds to everything that has happened over the past couple of months. 08 has nothing but been a shitty year to begin with. so many things has happened... oh well, what's done's done. i just don't wish to be the person that i've turned into lately... thoughts been running through my mind and shits been messing it up. i've always been the sort that broods over stuff when i'm alone or when i'm feeling fucked. oh well. hope i could step outta the darkness and start looking on the bright side, but shit, there isn't any "bright side" to anything that've happened. argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, i'm pretty much looking forward to ns now. gonna get it over and done with. just hope i could get posted to some chiong-sua shit like guards or the air force or naval diving or something. at least i could be better than si kiat, hahahahahahaha!!! armour infantry boy. hahahaha. oh well. come what may, i believe i'm tough enough and i will not chao keng. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and xiang ying, if you're looking at this, i miss you. so many things left unsaid. yeahh. there hasn't been a day that passed that i've thought bout you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, i've watched romeo and juliet like 7 times in a month. i'm addicted. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, gotta go, gonna work tomorrow. 10bucks per hour for 5, fuck yeah. haha. nights. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-1879027632002333559?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1879027632002333559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1879027632002333559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/04/early-sunday-morning.html' title='early sunday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-2315588276815967998</id><published>2008-03-29T07:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T07:42:28.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early saturday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;just came back from a ride with my new bike. super worn, in a world of pain. fuck. if only i could ride like used to. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-2315588276815967998?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2315588276815967998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2315588276815967998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/03/early-saturday-morning.html' title='early saturday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-7498334067134459836</id><published>2008-03-25T04:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T04:58:33.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early tuesday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;life's been getting boring. been staying at home more and more often. just don't feel like going out. i've been missing someone so much recently, but i just can't seem to find the words to say to her... its been such awhile since i've had one of those long chats with you. how i miss those times when we were hanging out late or chatting til it was way past bedtime. seems like it was just yesterday that we were still doing all these. come to think of it, its been over months ago. sigh. guess it'll never work out the way i want it to even though i believe my feelings were so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, gonna be down at town to ride later at bout 11am with nigel and co. hopefully i'll have the mood to. haven't been riding for a month. kinda lost the interest in it but oh well, i just wanna pass my time. hopefully the weather won't be as shitty as the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, would like to thank sk for his company throughout the most of last week. he was having his 1 week passing-out break. brought me around on his bike and yeah, thanks for hearing me out man, not forgetting jm too. =) you guys have always been there when i needed someone. anyway, yeah, i guess i don't have much to talk bout anywhere, so yeah, gonna end here. nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-7498334067134459836?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/7498334067134459836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/7498334067134459836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/03/early-tuesday-morning_25.html' title='early tuesday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-1429094039553144370</id><published>2008-03-18T08:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:30:44.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early tuesday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;been sucha shitty week. oh well. applied for rp after getting dismissed, oh well, see how it goes. if it doesn't work out, i'm probably going to cancel my deferment and get enlisted asap. fuck man, how the fuck did i end up like this. my choices for rp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1)new media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2)integrated events management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3)hotel and hospitality management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4)business computing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5)digital media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shit happens, anyway, went to zouk to last tuesday with darren and ryan, was really really fun, we were dancing on the central stage for bout during the last 2 hourse, giselle joined us halfway through. haven't seen her since i left kent ridge. anyway, yeah, i'm having regular moodswings, been so moody ever since dismissal. haven't even told daddy. fuck it man. i'm so screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-1429094039553144370?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1429094039553144370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1429094039553144370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/03/early-tuesday-morning.html' title='early tuesday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-2719417974253613756</id><published>2008-03-14T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T07:47:01.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early friday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;goodbye ngee ann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-2719417974253613756?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2719417974253613756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2719417974253613756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/03/early-friday-morning_14.html' title='early friday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-9041064836237543485</id><published>2008-03-14T06:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T06:20:18.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early fri morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2 and a half hours away from the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fucking stressed bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;getting kicked out seems so much of a reality now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-9041064836237543485?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/9041064836237543485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/9041064836237543485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/03/early-fri-morning.html' title='early fri morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-319905137870531906</id><published>2008-03-07T05:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T06:05:16.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early friday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;sup y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;yet another sleepless night. i'm so sick and tired of insomnia. i'm so lethargic, yet i can't sleep. it has been like these ever since the stupid exams. i sleep at 1am, wake up at 4am, stay awake til 9am, sleep til 11am. and i go out. fuck this man, seriously. argh. this has been causing me to smoke more than usual. argh. it still hasn't become an addiction. just a temporary solution to the mess thats been created inside my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i've been so moody lately, i've been staying home for the past week. i don't feel like riding, neither do i feel like doing anything. i've a new frame, new downhill bike, but i just don't feel like leaving my place. seriously, i want my life back. si kiat's in army, hafiz don't know what he doing, jia ming working. fuck. i hope coming tuesday at zouk would turn out well and i won't stone in there like how i'm stoning at home everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;results out in a week from now. i've exactly one week to enjoy which i don't think i would before i face the truth. sigh. i don't even know where i'm going in life anymore. no hopes, no dreams. fuck. i want my life back. argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;sign,sealed&amp;amp;delivered @ 6.03am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-319905137870531906?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/319905137870531906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/319905137870531906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/03/early-friday-morning.html' title='early friday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-2094514891103138144</id><published>2008-02-29T03:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T03:09:42.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early friday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahh. woke up with a severe hangover this afternoon. darn. felt like crap. due to the excessive drinking session from the night before at clarke quay. thanks for the drinks james fray! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, had some updates on my bike. guess its gonna be the last few. already got everything that i want on it now besides the seat. so yeah. gonna stop spending and start saving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been a slow start to the holidays. hadn't really had much fun yet. been stoning at home, either that or going out to ride for a short while. but seriously, the more i ride, i more i'm losing the heart to. don't feel like improving. and i feel as though i'm giving up which is not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;need to find myself a date for the holidays more often so i can hangout more instead of confining myself in my stupid room. oh well. i still miss her and somehow i miss my ex-gf too. hahaha. i don't know why. don't ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been struck with insomnia lately and i can't sleep. somebody help? please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;going to find something to occupy myself for now. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;signed,sealed &amp;amp; delivered @ 3.08am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;hope you like the present that i got for you girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-2094514891103138144?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2094514891103138144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2094514891103138144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/02/early-friday-morning_29.html' title='early friday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-4989642814094131909</id><published>2008-02-24T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:53:12.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid sunday evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the holidays are in bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yeahh! club, ride, alcohol and pure enjoyment for 2months. feels good. hahaha. all i lack now is a girl. =( oh well. don't really have much to say. anyway, i wanna go phuture on wedenesday! but i don't know if the rest are okay bout it, i know kelvin and j-z are definately in. hahaha. oh well. see how it goes. jyeah. haha. kay. blog again later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-4989642814094131909?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4989642814094131909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4989642814094131909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/02/mid-sunday-evening.html' title='mid sunday evening'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-6837889387403585417</id><published>2008-02-22T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T02:32:46.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early friday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;supppp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been awhile since i updated. ever since the exams started huh.. all the papers been kinda shit so far, whatever that we did in the past year papers, kinda messed up in the final one. fuck.. tomorrow might the last time i ever step into the ngee ann exam hall again. oh man. getting kicked out seem like a reality now. ohwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, been down with a fever since last saturday. almost been a week. been feeling so lethargic ever since. i can't sleep properly, keep tossing and turning in my bed. argh. the worse feeling is you're really really tired and yet you can't fall asleep. insomnia suck big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh well, at least tomorrow's my last paper, gonna end the worries and hopefully get some rest for the time being til the results day come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;her birthday's coming up in 3 days, how should i go about doing it... i don't know... i hope you'll like this like how you liked the previous one i gave you. this will be my last goodbye to you babe... but i still hope you'll talk to me one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gotta go mug for my last. gonna work hard for it because memorising is my forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;signed,sealed &amp;amp; delivered @ 2.31am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-6837889387403585417?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6837889387403585417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6837889387403585417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/02/early-friday-morning.html' title='early friday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-4873596982464883528</id><published>2008-02-14T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:08:45.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday evening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;new colour la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166775583817020834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7QTBMuTNaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8WaG-yE8-W4/s400/(e)SP_A0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-4873596982464883528?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4873596982464883528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4873596982464883528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/02/thursday-evening.html' title='thursday evening.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7QTBMuTNaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8WaG-yE8-W4/s72-c/(e)SP_A0286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-6279467329163658896</id><published>2008-02-13T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:08:47.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early wednesday morning stil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7IFfsuTNVI/AAAAAAAAADU/-HvwN0Yzyh4/s1600-h/IMG_0451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166197764686820690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7IFfsuTNVI/AAAAAAAAADU/-HvwN0Yzyh4/s320/IMG_0451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7IFgMuTNWI/AAAAAAAAADc/u_1Iud6thd0/s1600-h/IMG_0455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166197773276755298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7IFgMuTNWI/AAAAAAAAADc/u_1Iud6thd0/s320/IMG_0455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7IFgcuTNXI/AAAAAAAAADk/8k_8QPvRsws/s1600-h/IMG_0496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166197777571722610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7IFgcuTNXI/AAAAAAAAADk/8k_8QPvRsws/s320/IMG_0496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7IFgcuTNYI/AAAAAAAAADs/awfC-dEnKFM/s1600-h/IMG_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166197777571722626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7IFgcuTNYI/AAAAAAAAADs/awfC-dEnKFM/s320/IMG_0500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-6279467329163658896?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6279467329163658896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6279467329163658896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/02/early-wednesday-morning-stil.html' title='early wednesday morning stil.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7IFfsuTNVI/AAAAAAAAADU/-HvwN0Yzyh4/s72-c/IMG_0451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-6426158202846454039</id><published>2008-02-13T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:08:48.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early wednesday morning</title><content type='html'>sup y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, gong xi fa cai. haha.&lt;br /&gt;been another bad start to another new year,&lt;br /&gt;lost 340 in 2 rounds while playing in between,&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;got back on the 3rd and 4th day though.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got some upgrades to my bike,&lt;br /&gt;and i landed my hop 3's down 3steps 2days back at b.panjang.&lt;br /&gt;yeah balls!&lt;br /&gt;ate shit on the first 2 tries,&lt;br /&gt;but got it dialed after.&lt;br /&gt;so stoked bout it.&lt;br /&gt;had a photoshoot at b3 today.&lt;br /&gt;not bad.&lt;br /&gt;not gonna say much, let the pics do talking.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i look dumb in a few. cheers. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and check out my matching pipes yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166196501966435602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7IEWMuTNRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/upELHR1xaus/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166196493376500994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7IEVsuTNQI/AAAAAAAAACs/sC5HCwW23MQ/s320/IMG_0431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166196506261402914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7IEWcuTNSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PiekAF_8p1M/s320/IMG_0462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166196549211075906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7IEY8uTNUI/AAAAAAAAADM/bgjQl24btdw/s320/IMG_0461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166196523441272114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7IEXcuTNTI/AAAAAAAAADE/6btleZyZLEg/s320/IMG_0493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-6426158202846454039?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6426158202846454039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6426158202846454039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/02/early-wednesday-morning_13.html' title='early wednesday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R7IEWMuTNRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/upELHR1xaus/s72-c/IMG_0428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3034773074438723806</id><published>2008-02-06T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T02:18:39.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early wednesday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;chinese new year eve is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been a bad bad start to 08,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nothing's been going well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so badly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wanna speak to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but the words just wouldn't escape my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the pain i feel inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;of keeping everything to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe its better that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;your pm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;your nick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i don't know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe i think too much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe i'm right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yet another day has passed with me constantly thinking bout you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yet another night has passed with me constantly hoping that your name will appear at the bottom of my screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;guess it ain't gonna happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i always thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe i meant something to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i guess i'm oh so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3034773074438723806?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3034773074438723806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3034773074438723806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/02/early-wednesday-morning.html' title='early wednesday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-8771497382003738347</id><published>2008-02-02T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T17:46:25.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early saturday evening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;went riding in the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fucked my right ankle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;was doing my usual 360s,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and pop, i was lying on the floor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;looking at the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fuckkkkkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;still hurting quite bad now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;suppose to be out soon to town,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;with sikiat and jiaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to get some cny stuffs even though i claimed i've gotten all of what i need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;now its time for what i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jyeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i want my fucking hair back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;look like some 10year lil' girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-8771497382003738347?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8771497382003738347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8771497382003738347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/02/early-saturday-evening.html' title='early saturday evening.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-4905529784063858108</id><published>2008-02-02T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T02:40:06.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early saturday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;been really into riding for the past week or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;trying to keep my mind off some stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;fuck the weather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;been so unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;plans got screwed today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;gonna sleep now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;so i can wake up early to ride b4 by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;don't wish to associate with anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-4905529784063858108?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4905529784063858108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4905529784063858108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/02/early-saturday-morning.html' title='early saturday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-6678243629323078685</id><published>2008-02-01T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:45:12.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early friday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;goes out to that special girl, whom i've cherished and gave my all to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;girl, you know who you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and if you're reading this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i want you to know how much i miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and it has never been the same without those laughters and happy times we once shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let me be the one who calls you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;baby all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Surely you can take some comfort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;knowing that you're mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just hold me tight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lay by my side, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and let me be the one who calls you baby all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I found my place in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Could stare at your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for the rest of my days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now I can breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;turn my insides out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and smother me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I'm alone time goes so slow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I need you here with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And how my mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;have made your heart break,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Still I need you here with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So baby I, baby I'm here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so please, let me the one who calls you baby all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-6678243629323078685?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6678243629323078685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6678243629323078685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/02/early-friday-night.html' title='early friday night'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-2827574307782559463</id><published>2008-01-29T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:52:46.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early tuesday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;remember the times we once had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the laughters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the joy you brought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but everything seems odd now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we've not been talking much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you don't show interest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i seem to try too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe you right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when you said that maybe i shouldn't always try so hard to make things better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe i should've never tried to impress you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe i should just leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it just goes to show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that everything i believe in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;will one day go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but before i go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;please tell me how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;just this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;its the only favour i will and will ever ask for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i don't wanna be kept in the dark anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-2827574307782559463?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2827574307782559463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2827574307782559463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/01/early-tuesday-morning_29.html' title='early tuesday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3673985893493165695</id><published>2008-01-26T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:08:48.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid saturday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;sup y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;figured that time really passes by fast. exams are round the corner. boringggg. hopefully i'll pass my retained modules, maths is sucha killer. nothing much to say bout this week, except for that i've been missing this girl whom i've been thinking bout everyday. oh well. doubt it'll ever workout. anyway, got a new frame and rear wheel. pics are below, nice right? si kiat's booking out today, gonna chill with him later, gonna make fun of him, yeahhh. don't really have much to say. ciao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159678615421008082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R5rcXRNZONI/AAAAAAAAACk/MkaM3SrcEpk/s320/(e)SP_A0276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3673985893493165695?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3673985893493165695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3673985893493165695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/01/mid-saturday-morning.html' title='mid saturday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R5rcXRNZONI/AAAAAAAAACk/MkaM3SrcEpk/s72-c/(e)SP_A0276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-8794128096749728700</id><published>2008-01-18T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T16:12:12.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>later friday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;she left without saying goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm sure she's in a better place now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;thanks for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you'll always be remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-8794128096749728700?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8794128096749728700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8794128096749728700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/01/later-friday-afternoon.html' title='later friday afternoon'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-7224721510417845204</id><published>2008-01-17T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:57:46.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early thursday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been a crappy week, sold off my bmx frame, waiting for my pay to come to get my new one, at least i still got my downhill bike to ride. but i wanna ride my damn bmx. gotta wait another 2 more days before i could borrow ryan's frame which would be temporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been feeling pretty shitty since i came back from ipoh, well, i still wanna go back and school commitments are holding me back. no one really seems to understand how i feel bout my grandma besides shan. well, of course she does. been really really moody for the past couple of days. feel like hanging out with my friends, but i'll just sit there and keep hush, so whats the point. i want company, but i don't feel like talking.  well, at least she managed to cheer me up the other day, thank you again xiang ying. she never fails to cheer me up huh. haven't met her in awhile, well, she's busy with her projects and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, gonna go out after class with firdaus, habel and mark. gonna catch american gangster again. oh well, haven't been out in awhile, so yeah, guess it'll be cool, might wanna buy some tees too. fuck, i saw the new macbook air today, looks hot. not bad, 3k flat. might consider. mine's screwing up. hmmm, nothing much to say anymore. so yeah, update soon. ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;signed,sealed &amp;amp; delivered at 1.57am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;be my valentine would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;you know who you are girl. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-7224721510417845204?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/7224721510417845204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/7224721510417845204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/01/early-thursday-morning.html' title='early thursday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-4589337302103124151</id><published>2008-01-13T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T05:29:59.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early sunday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the sadness unfolds...&lt;br /&gt;feeling depressed after seeing my grandma,&lt;br /&gt;the condition that she has deteoriated into.&lt;br /&gt;i tried so hard to not cry in front of her,&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't,&lt;br /&gt;i never wanted to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't have a choice,&lt;br /&gt;say my name one more time,&lt;br /&gt;before i never get to hear you say it again,&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep my promise,&lt;br /&gt;to be back in 2weeks time,&lt;br /&gt;please wait for me til then...&lt;br /&gt;please...&lt;br /&gt;i love you po po...&lt;br /&gt;don't leave without saying goodbye again,&lt;br /&gt;please?.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-4589337302103124151?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4589337302103124151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4589337302103124151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/01/early-sunday-morning.html' title='early sunday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-2630565311949565293</id><published>2008-01-08T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:45:04.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early tuesday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahhh. that dream last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;woke up feeling dissapointed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hope i have the same one tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;signed,sealed &amp;amp; delivered @ 1.45am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;i prayed that that kiss was real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;be my valentine this year would you? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-2630565311949565293?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2630565311949565293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2630565311949565293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/01/early-tuesday-morning.html' title='early tuesday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-4371327509296500922</id><published>2008-01-06T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T14:31:56.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid sunday afternoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sup y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been kinda lazy to blog recently, but oh well. haha. here i am once again. ah, had sucha a good sleep. haven't had one in a long time. insomnia sucks fo' sho! haha. anyway, its 08. yeahhh. haha. hadn't much resolutions but here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1) i'll save more and won't spend as much as in 07.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2) stay true to one. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3) study! (i'm halfway outta poly, grrr.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4) enjoy life as it is, probably the most important one. yeah! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5) i'll stop messing around if i had you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yeah. thats about it. hahaha. anyway, went to ride 2days back on friday. shit. been so long since i rode with darren, sebastian, ian and company. ah. hell, they improved. haha. but i believed i've improved since the last time i met em too. haha. but i ate shit on 360s down a set of 3 so many times you won't even believe it. haha. well, no pain, no gain. thats how it goes huh. ah. haven't been pubbing so much anymore. sch's started, gonna be a hectic term, chinese new year, gonna spend lotsa money shopping again. fuck. argh. hahaha. well. somehow, i wished i was with her now, even though i believe the thought's kinda far'fetched. been feeling kinda shit lately, i don't know why too, sometimes i wish i knew how she felt, but sometimes i wish i had never said anything. ahhh. i don't know. maybe i should just continue to keep mum bout my feelings huh. anyway, watched american gangster yesterday, ah, rad shit. you should catch it. hahaha. yeah, my man. haha. yeap, blog again tomorrow in class or something. ciao! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;signed, sealed &amp;amp; delivered @ 2.31am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-4371327509296500922?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4371327509296500922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4371327509296500922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2008/01/mid-sunday-afternoon.html' title='mid sunday afternoon.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3468824507316066340</id><published>2007-12-26T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T05:12:08.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early wedenesday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To that someone whom i had held on to for 3years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's gonna burn for me to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But it's comin from my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's been a long time coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But we have fell apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Really wanna work this out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I don't think you're gonna change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I do but you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Think it's best we go our separate ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tell me why I should stay in this relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I'm hurting and I ain't happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Plus theres so many other things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I gotta deal with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think that you should let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3468824507316066340?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3468824507316066340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3468824507316066340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/12/early-wedenesday-morning.html' title='early wedenesday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-6808433959233782767</id><published>2007-12-18T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T04:30:02.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early tuesday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;sup yo. haha. been a great week. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;turned 18 on friday, oh well, went to zouk with kelvin, jian zhong, sikiat and jiaming. haha. oh well, had a blast there even though all of us weren't really cool with dancing to house music. grrr. haha. anyway, had my haircut today, oh my, why is it that i always cutting my hair after? went to thin it down. oh well, gonna keep it shaggy again. looks better i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, i'm gonna drop by k.l later on with mum and sis. yup. shopping la! haha. gonna cont christmas shopping. already got a few tops frm a-x and guess. and i got 3 pairs of ck today. that adds to the collection . hahaha. sis told me the gucci belts is retailing at bout 360sgd over there. hmmm, thats bout 80 off retail. might give it a shot, see how it goes. haha. pay day came early. luckily for me! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i'm gonna change some stuffs on my bike too, rear wheel is getting done up right now, changing my bar, stem and crank probably by week-end. yeap. and the other day, i was talking to habel bout getting a pit-bike, oh, and it seems he's got some good deals off it. yeap! hahaha. i'm getting one for christmas, fuck, oh course i'm paying for it myself. haha. yeahhh. gonna go around riding round the neighbourhood in the middle of the night. carparks and streetswill have a whole new meaning to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahhh. i don't have much more to buy cept a belt, shoes which i had yet to decide on fallen or emerica  and my birkenstock slippers which is outta my size. argh. burberry still doesn't have my brown polo too. went to check yest when i was out with syaz. damn! oh well, i already got what i wanted, so yeah man! hahaha. probably dropping by zouk on wednesday again. mambo night biatch! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yup. gotta grab some sleep before i wake up in 2 hours time. and oh yes, i'm going out with her on sat. eeeyyyyyeeaaah! =) nights! ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;signed,sealed &amp;amp; delivered @ 4.30.am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-6808433959233782767?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6808433959233782767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/6808433959233782767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/12/early-tuesday-morning.html' title='early tuesday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-8489332555488095504</id><published>2007-12-13T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T00:34:36.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early thursday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;16hours from my final paper and 24hours from turning 18, i'm just feeling oh so bummed. nothing's been going really well, oh well, not til coming friday i guess. gonna partyyyyy. yeahhh. best thing is all my best-buds gonna be there. yeap. common test been shit by the way, i skipped maths paper on tuesday because i was down with fever, i can't really be bothered to mug. something's been bothering me. yeah, i'm gonna ride more after my birthday to keep my mind off those unhappy thoughts. ahhh. i really need a break from all these! grrr. anyway, si kiat and jia ming forced me to work next week when i'm supposed to be hanging out or something, oh well, gives a shit, gonna skip one day of work at least. been too lazy to work and i don't really need the spare dough anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and oh yeah, been bored and been catching alot of shows recently, heartbreak kid was hilarious, hitman was action packed and city of god, speechless, an explicit in depth show bout thugs and stuff in rio de janerio in brazil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh yeah, done my christmas shopping too, 2guess tops, 2 a-x tops, now i'm waiting for a few bottoms, which i'm really picky bout. i've too few but the selection's really limited too. oh well, don't have much left in my bank after my birthday, damn. nvm, pay's coming anyway. upgrading stuffs on my bmx too. ohh. spending season. retail theraphy works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, gotta go eat my dinner, yeah i know its late, don't really have an appetite, well, just eating for the sake of it. ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-8489332555488095504?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8489332555488095504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8489332555488095504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/12/early-thursday-morning.html' title='early thursday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3278939720650294503</id><published>2007-12-10T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T02:01:22.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early monday morning</title><content type='html'>there're so many things i wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;but it ain't coming outta my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;its just something i had rather keep to myself,&lt;br /&gt;and not let you know...&lt;br /&gt;why is it that whenever i start to believe in someone,&lt;br /&gt;i'll never fail to lose that person...&lt;br /&gt;love is just a word to me from here on,&lt;br /&gt;neither a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;nor a belief.&lt;br /&gt;truth is,&lt;br /&gt;it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;and i've lose faith in it.&lt;br /&gt;the things you said,&lt;br /&gt;keeps repeating in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;like a record player.&lt;br /&gt;uncontrollably,&lt;br /&gt;it rolled down my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;i just figured something out today,&lt;br /&gt;that you felt the same way at one point of time,&lt;br /&gt;but those mishaps caused you to lose faith in me,&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;tell me why please?&lt;br /&gt;what have i ever done,&lt;br /&gt;to give you a reason,&lt;br /&gt;to hurt me like that?&lt;br /&gt;there's just so many questions,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm afraid of all the answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were the one i believed in girl, but now, i should just walk away silently...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3278939720650294503?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3278939720650294503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3278939720650294503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/12/early-monday-morning.html' title='early monday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-5389879592267757261</id><published>2007-12-08T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T03:59:36.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early saturday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Days felt like months when you were away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I really hoped things would work out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;after you being there time after time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;after all the happiness and smiles you brought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wished that we would never have met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so that i would've save both of us from this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I thought everything was going so well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I thought maybe it had work out somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;21st november will be always be a day thats special,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that very first time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that very first date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so many times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my hands were close to yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but i just didn't have the guts to hold it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when you walked away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i count the steps that you take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and remember the time i said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the feeling of knowing that someone is there whenever you wake up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you gave me that joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;now that its gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all i can do is reminisce bout the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and wonder where i've gone wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe i just wasn't good enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe i just wasn't your sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i would do anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to see that smile of yours again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the smile that never fail to put one my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the smile that caught my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;thanks for everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and it will end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you left me speechless tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-5389879592267757261?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/5389879592267757261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/5389879592267757261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/12/early-saturday-morning.html' title='early saturday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-1271086841889073356</id><published>2007-11-22T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:08:49.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late thursday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;suppp. woooots! i finally got inked yesterday! well well well. hahaha. the pics are below, anyway, was out on a date with someone yesterday, and yeap, it went really well, at least for me. and i really had a great time with her, its a feeling i've not felt in a long while. =) ahhh. she was a lil late at the beginning but oh well. hahaha. yeap, she was there when i got inked, and damn, i'm not gonna lie, it does hurt, especially the last letter D because its right at the hip bone. hahaha. ah, the shading hurt like crap but oh well, it was still manageable, nothing that will make me squirm or scream or whatever. haha. after that we chilled at starbucks and yeah, sent her home after. and yeap, i had a great time, and i hope there'll definately be a next time. hahaha. ahhh. she totally made my day. i'm just so happy. hadn't felt like this in a long while. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yeap, she's going overseas tomorrow anyway. so yeah, i'll spend this weekend riding. yeap, hadn't done that in a long while but yeah. looking forward to it. haha. anyway, i'll blog again tomorrow, kinda tired now. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;signed, sealed and delivered @ 11.49pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there's something about you, that caught my eye like no other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R0WmIXFEOEI/AAAAAAAAACc/NMZWfcRm6kI/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135693612650346562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R0WmIXFEOEI/AAAAAAAAACc/NMZWfcRm6kI/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-1271086841889073356?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1271086841889073356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1271086841889073356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/11/late-thursday-night.html' title='late thursday night'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/R0WmIXFEOEI/AAAAAAAAACc/NMZWfcRm6kI/s72-c/IMG_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-2915724202855165967</id><published>2007-11-17T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T05:06:43.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early saturday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahhh. suppp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;today i learned a very important lesson in bmx, a high speed 180 7step gap will result in my neck hurting, a sprained left wrist, an oh so heavy left arm and multiple abrasions. but i still walked away with pride. =) go big or go home biatch! though it hurts like fuck, but oh well, crashing is part and parcel of learning. i had the guts to try it, walked away bummed, and still, i wanna do it again when i'm better. going to bed now. hope she replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lets see how i feel when i wake up! ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;signed,sealed &amp;amp; delivered @ 5.05am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-2915724202855165967?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2915724202855165967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2915724202855165967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/11/early-saturday-morning.html' title='early saturday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-1656446210825436512</id><published>2007-11-16T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T10:18:47.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late friday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been an alright week i guess. although something shitty happened last saturday, oh well. it will be the last time i ever go out with her. fuck. got slapped for nothing. argh. it never pay to be the nice guy huh. anyway, thank you xy for cheering me up yeah. =) ahhh. for the past 3 days, i've been sleeping for only 3 and a half hours everyday. and i'm feeling so bummed now. skipped work and went to ride last night, kinda fucked my left ankle again. oh well, its always giving me problems. and i think i'm going down town to ride tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, recently, there's been someone that has been really nice. i don't really know how you feel, but yeah. =) had a great chat with you on wednesday, hadn't talked to anyone for 4hours for sucha long time! haha. but yeah, you should get how i feel. and yeah, i'm pretty stoked bout next wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, gotta get my tattoo done this coming wednesday, like finally. eeeyyyyeaaahhh! gotta go for now, blog again soon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;sign,sealed &amp;amp; delivered @ 10.17am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-1656446210825436512?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1656446210825436512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1656446210825436512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/11/late-friday-morning.html' title='late friday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3008383286843939205</id><published>2007-11-08T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:55:59.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early thursday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yeah. its the deepavali holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;just got home from work. been a really fucked up day... besides the booze i downed unreluctantly, there were just so many shit going on. i downed bout 6 small sized bottles of champange. it was good. and yeah... after i was talking to someone. and yeah, i'm pretty sure i made a helload of sense towards what i was saying to her and she kept denying the obvious truth... please. i know you well enough.. denial would not make u an overnight heroine nor will it make you a good drinker... i was worried, i cared, i opened up to you, i had a heart to heart talk with you, but you just kept denying and denying. fuck it, whats up with not being good at it? it wouldn't make you a loser. i was the one cleaning up all the shit after your sessions. and just a sorry and a hug wouldn't make it any better. sorry, i'm an ass, i know but yeah, talking to you was sooooooo fucked up, you were so lucky i kept it within. anger that is... ahhh. why does it always backfire when i actually really care bout someone? its fucking jinx.. i fine myself once again feeling so fucked. i was like so tipsy halfway through work that i slept on the empty wine boxes for half an hour before continuing. my head is feeling so bummed now. ahh. its better if i went to bed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and to xiang ying who i confided in... thank you... and yeah... it wasn't how i wanted it to be but at least you replied... and yeah. maybe it just isn't a good time to talk because i'm feeling really shit after the booze and all. sorry. nights then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;signed, sealed &amp;amp; delivered @ 4.55am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3008383286843939205?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3008383286843939205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3008383286843939205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/11/early-thursday-morning.html' title='early thursday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-8975594575148980837</id><published>2007-11-05T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:12:01.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early monday afternoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STOP IT bout the rowena thing xiang ying!!!!! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there's someone else. haha. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-8975594575148980837?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8975594575148980837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8975594575148980837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/11/early-monday-afternoon.html' title='early monday afternoon.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-1218834231206271065</id><published>2007-11-05T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T01:20:57.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early monday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suuuuupppp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha. ahhh. been a wonderful week, went pubbing twice this week and i spent a hell load of money, but oh well, there's a price to everything. hahaha. i went pubbing on wednesday with kelvin and rowena. it was alright la, didn't drink much, just a few bottles, but rowena had one and she was down! hahaha. com'on buddy. u gotta improveeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saturday booze was with shanker and rowena. went to meet rowena for dinner at fish &amp;amp; co., ahh. then we were like hanging out waiting for shanker. yeah, well, the 3of us cliqued really well. surprise surprise. yeah. we went back to barracks to have a bucket of asahi. haha. rowena was high after. oooops. hahaha. worse still, we had bourbon coke after, 2 glasses, that made it worse for her. hahaha. everyone that worked last night now know who's the better drinker rowena. hahaha. then after she was high and all and we decided to walk to taka where they were having that subaru impreza challenge, i had an amsterdam, and they had a tall can of carlsberg. ahhh. that was when the kick started kicking in. hahaha. maybe i drank a tad too fast and yeah half way through my head started to spin, but oh well, i still really enjoyed myself, didnt do anything stupid but yeah. hahaha. after that i brought rowena back again. oh well, a girl's safety is important! so yeah, i did and she got knocked out in the cab. hahaha. after sending her back, shanker and i continued drinking at a coffee shop. ahh. i was really bummed after, we stayed long enough for the first train, parted ways there, and i slept all the way from yio chu kang to jurong east. no interruptions, train driver had to wake me up. damn. hahaha. when i got home, i was feeling super bummed and i just changed and went to bed straight since i figured i was still really clean and stuff. hahah. slept til 5 and went to work and shanker and i were like talking bout what happened. hahaha. rowena, we all know your dirty little secret. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well, it was really a great week, hadn't had so much fun in sucha long time, i really cherish friends and times like that these. ahh. they're gonna do it coming sat again. haha. i'll probably be down for it, and i'm gonna be rich bitch, pay's coming in. 2 pay cheques. yeahhh. hahaha. there's only a few things left to buy, a new belt, a psp and probably expanding my wardrobe. haha. i got my i touch already. weeee. hahahaha. anyway, i gotta go before my net fucks up on me again. nights! blog tmr in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-1218834231206271065?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1218834231206271065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/1218834231206271065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/11/early-monday-morning.html' title='early monday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-2507088994951918590</id><published>2007-10-29T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T11:02:59.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late monday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sup y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;currently in class now. feeling so f-ing tired now. suppose to in classby 10, i got in at 1030, been riding for the last 3days, going to somerset park to ride for 2 days and b3 on the other. ahhh. my ankle and wrist are at the end of the daily bashing and crashing. oh well, at least its fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, i've still been feeling quite shit as of late... i need someone to talk to, but sometimes i had rather keep it within myself. i don't know why. i don't know whats wrong with me these days but something important has been missing in my life. Maybe i just need time to adapt... oh well... i'm off, byeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sign, sealed &amp;amp; delivered @ 11.01am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-2507088994951918590?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2507088994951918590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/2507088994951918590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/10/late-monday-morning.html' title='late monday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-943428974052133408</id><published>2007-10-25T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:52:47.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early thursday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;weee. sup y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been feeling better after i let it all out. anyway, went back to ride on sunday and tuesday. oh man, how i missed it. the feeling of crashing, the feeling of landing a trick, the feeling of being free from everything, the feeling just seems perpetual. maybe i should ride more. ahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, i've been doing some dumb things to my bike, making it ever more colourful. haha. yeah, pics be up tmr, paint's drying up now as i type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been having some serious soul searching lately and i believe that eventually, everything will just settle down. i just thought it was better for us. and i hoped you understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;well, school's been shit as usual, trying to find time between work and school to ride. oh well, i hope to improve before year end. well. gotta go again. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;signed, sealed &amp;amp; delievered @ 12.52am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-943428974052133408?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/943428974052133408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/943428974052133408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/10/early-thursday-morning.html' title='early thursday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-8967640521515031314</id><published>2007-10-20T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T02:06:43.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early saturday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;life's been pretty shit recently. there's so many things on my mind and i wished i could run away from all these and leave it behind. i tried so hard everyday, but it never seemed to work. thanks for all those who've been there, i really appreciate it. i really don't know what to do... i'm losing my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wished that i could say i still love you like i do yesterday... i keep thinking of the good memories and try to stay away from the bad ones. surely and silently, i'm breaking down and tears have fallen... i just want you to give me something to believe in, something that would direct me away from the negative thoughts, something that would keep me away from wanting to leave... i can't continue on like these anymore... i love you but i'm sorry... things just hasn't been working out for the past few months, i've tried my very best... but it just feels like a slap in the face each time because i fail to cheer you up. i know i shouldn't give up because i've never did for the past 3 years... but i'm really tired... of being the one thats trying with all his heart and soul to cheer you up everyday, of being the one whom keeps getting hurt and being the one whom always gives in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all i ask for is for you to be who you once were. the girl i so deeply loved, the girl i was so crazy for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love you &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;shan pheng&lt;/span&gt;. i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm sorry that i've been such a big failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-8967640521515031314?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8967640521515031314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/8967640521515031314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/10/early-saturday-morning.html' title='early saturday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-4806696954463689460</id><published>2007-10-15T10:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T10:46:13.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid monday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hello everyone! good morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ahh. haven't been blogging for so long, anyway, i went shopping already, got a new crumpler complete seed, 2 jeans, 2 tops, davidoff edt and a pair of slippers. weee. hehe. anyway! ahh, been working for the past weeks til late so i didn't have the time to blog, and damn, i'm waiting for my pay to come. gotta pay for my new wheels man. haha. ah, i bought a mtb too, pics gonna be up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't really have much to say except that school is starting, aiyo. and i'm still working on weekdays, i haven't even got time to ride my bike, and i've been missing my girlfriend so much. ahhh. baby! meet me soon okay? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, gotta go off. blog again tomorrow or something during class! ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;signed, sealed &amp;amp; delivered @ 10.45am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-4806696954463689460?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4806696954463689460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/4806696954463689460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/10/mid-monday-morning.html' title='mid monday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-619549936317343645</id><published>2007-09-27T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T03:42:02.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early thursday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;sup y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahhh. i'm so bored. i don't ride much nowadays, i don't really go out often, oh my, life is becoming dull. fuck probation seriously, because of it, my life is screwing up because i can't do the usual things that i like doing. anyway, got a job down at barracks, which is this restaurant at dempsey road, across botanic gardens, ah, pay's good. 7bucks per hour and its almost 14hours a day and 6 day a week, niceee. my new bike is gonna come sooner or later, i got so much stuffs to buy, itouch, a new nano, shuffle, new jeans and i fucking need a new pair of kicks. ahhh. so little money but yet so much stuffs to buy. timetable is shit for next sem too. even though it starts lateat 10 bout everyday, it ends bout 4. i had rather start early and end early. argh. the 2 retained modules are sucha pain in the ass. gotta take my maths with freshies too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i so wanna ride nowadays, but i've lost that motivaton that kick started my bmx life 6months ago. i can't be bothered to learn my 360s. i just don't feel the want to push myself anymore. ahhh. i don't know whats happening. school's starting in bout 2 weeks time, and i wished that i was in another course, oh well, its too late to turn back now, its already year 2 and a half. i don't wanna drop out out now and waste my 2 years here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh well, i went with si kiat and jia ming yesterday. and it just hit me when i was on my way home, i really miss those times that we were the best of friends, when we fucked around in and outside of school and get nabbed together. those were the days man. ah, maybe i should hang out with them more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, baby's feeling sick i guess, should've met her today and made her feel better. i'm sorry i didn't baby. i find myseld wanting her more and more nowadays, i don't know why, maybe its because i've been thinking too much bout life. oh well, she's the only good thing that has happened to me the whole of this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and yeah, i'm gonna re-do my fork colour tomorrow to either raw or black, not sure if i wanna redo my frame colour too. i just suddenly feel that i want a black bike, something that's really dull, looks better too i guess. gonna wake up early too. ahhh. i'm so damn bored. maybe i'll go and play my ps2 or watch tv for awhile. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sign, sealed and delivered @ 3.39am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-619549936317343645?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/619549936317343645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/619549936317343645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/09/early-thursday-morning.html' title='early thursday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-5211562775775176534</id><published>2007-09-17T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:08:49.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early monday evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;sup y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahh. baby's away at her chalet and i'm sitting here dying of boredom and i' m definately missing her. anyway, my probation starts today, starts at 11pm but there's a catch, i canstay out if there's parents consent. hahaha! suck on this jiaming. my curfew owns yours. hahaha. anyway, i've some upgrades on my bike! wawaweewa. very pimped. look at the pictures below! haha. gotta go ride! i miss you darling! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111117469906573474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/Ru5WQk8TGKI/AAAAAAAAACU/MC9Dnc-_EwU/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-5211562775775176534?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/5211562775775176534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/5211562775775176534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/09/early-monday-evening.html' title='early monday evening'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/Ru5WQk8TGKI/AAAAAAAAACU/MC9Dnc-_EwU/s72-c/DSC00241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-7319976951456566571</id><published>2007-09-12T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T15:39:27.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid wednesday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sup y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the past few days hadn't been good i guess. i met baby on monday, went around looking for stuffs and i finally bought my superman belt. she wasn't into talking that much that day and i don't know why, i tried cheering her up but it didn't seem to work. sigh, do you really have be that unhappy to actually hurt the person that has been trying to cheer you up the entire day? i tried so hard, and i asked for was for you to cheer up, not be at the back end of your wrath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been crashing alot on my 360s the past few days too. knee don't feel very good. didn't ride yesterday, went to drink. didn't have the mood to too. sorry guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;being a nice guy doesn't always pay... i tried, but you didn't seem to helping out... and it felt like a slap in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;byeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-7319976951456566571?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/7319976951456566571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/7319976951456566571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/09/mid-wednesday-afternoon.html' title='mid wednesday afternoon'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-5365086001757733571</id><published>2007-09-08T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:08:49.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i was kinda bored and i kept listening to the soundtrack and this was something i did! and yeah, i know my photoshop skills suck, but i had a hard time mixing and matching and drawing! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and now you know my chinese name. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107609800118479346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/RuHgDUtdqfI/AAAAAAAAACM/jverAO9DxKA/s320/%3D).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-5365086001757733571?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/5365086001757733571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/5365086001757733571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-was-kinda-bored-and-i-kept-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HP0nRa1d6E/RuHgDUtdqfI/AAAAAAAAACM/jverAO9DxKA/s72-c/%3D).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-534953408777236308</id><published>2007-09-08T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T03:40:48.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early saturday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hello! hahaha. my girlfriend made me do this. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. (the person who tagged you is) - shan pheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. (your relationship with him/her is) - my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. (5 impressions you have of him/her) - looks like a malay, really loving, she needs me, noisy(don't kill me for saying this baby! hahaha), short!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. (the most memorable thing he/she has done for you) - that very first kiss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. (the most memorable words he/she has said to you) - "i don't know how to say it, but yeah." which was her way of saying i do! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. (if he/she becomes your lover, you will) - she already is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. (if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be) - not poking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. (if he/she becomes your enemy, you will) - box her if she pisses me off. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. (if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be) - break-up? lovers or enemies. its either one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. (the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is) - in her embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. (your overall impression of him/her is) - she's my superwoman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. (how you think people around you will feel about you) - i'm a butch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. (the characteristic you hate about yourself is) - i trust people too easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. (the most ideal person you want to be is) - my mum! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. (for people that care and like you, say something to them) - thanks for everything guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. (pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. SHAN PHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. SI KIAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. JIA MING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. SHERMAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. LUKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. HAFIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. SYAZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. MUNZIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. SIN YEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. WATTANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(who is no.6 having a relationship with?) - atiqah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Is no.9 a male or female?) - male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?) -Hell no. he isn't half the man she needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(What is no.2 studying?) - SIM Diploma in Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?) - teacher's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(What kind of music does no.8 like?) - blink 182!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Does no.1 has any siblings?) - 3sisters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Will you woo no.3?) - fuck no, i'm straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(How about no.7?) - we used to be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Is no.4 single?) - yepp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(What’s the surname of no.5?) - pinnefather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(What’s the hobby of no.4?) - going to cafe del mar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Do no.5 and 9 get along well?) - er, acquitance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Say something casual about no.1) - she's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?) - fuck no, i'm straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Where does no.9 live?) -bukit gombak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(What colour does no.4 like?) - black and red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Are no.5 and 1 best friends?) - no, normal friends. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Does no.7 like no.2?) - they have not met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(How did you get to know no.2?) - secondary school, sitting partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Does no.1 have any pets?) - am i considered one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?) - no! but she thinks she is. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-534953408777236308?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/534953408777236308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/534953408777236308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-hahaha.html' title='early saturday morning.'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661111224265626710.post-3821594395784101088</id><published>2007-09-04T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T04:46:14.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early tuesday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sup yo! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ah, I'm having abnormal sleeping hours. which keeps me awake til day break. argh. anyway, i met baby on sunday. haha. i had a fantastic time with her. oh well, i hadn't seen her in more than a week, both of us been busy and everything. haha. anyway, i found out that she was super against her boyfriend wearing coloured skinnys! hahaha! had a great time with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, practically everyone that usually rides at b3 went to kl to ride. its gonna be boring the whole week again, b3 will be deserted and shit. but oh well, at least i have more room and time to practice new stuff. anyway, i tried 540s the other day. ah. not even close. hahaha. but, i could finally 360 the box jump at b4. yeah balls. haha. gotta ride harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sign,sealed &amp;amp; delivered @ 4.44am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results are coming out in 2 week, fuck it. lets just pray i fail only 2. gotta go! ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3661111224265626710-3821594395784101088?l=thekonradeffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3821594395784101088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3661111224265626710/posts/default/3821594395784101088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekonradeffect.blogspot.com/2007/09/early-tuesday-morning.html' title='early tuesday morning'/><author><name>Konrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02868795934963329001</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></entry></feed>
