<?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-6553382829553747538</id><updated>2011-09-02T00:01:08.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any resemblance to actual persons or companies, living or dead, is purely coincidental.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-2894103174991100904</id><published>2011-09-01T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T00:01:08.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reloaded</title><content type='html'>After a decade of seclusion, Agent XX has finally returned, with aa vendetta against the cyborgs that has been his barrier from freedom and connection to another fellow lifeform. Having totally revised his arsenal of mayhem, Agent XX is now ready to take on the world in a bid to free himself from eternal damnation. In this past decade, much has changed, especially for Agent XX himself. He never expected him to pledge his life to the lightside, to take up arms against the parasites of terrorism on the side off justice. Sometimes, he can't even figure out the reason for his loyalty. He probably thinks that he is just trying to repay the system and freeing himself from the clutches of dependency. But nonetheless, the Starlight Antimatter Federation isn't purely on the side of evil research, its the personnels that creates the impression that outsiders have of the organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a decade ago, he received an SOS intermission sent by a long lost acquaintance of his. Decrypting the message, he realized that Jenni had crashed landed on a forbidden star system and virtually all forms of advanced commmunication technology is rendered ineffective due to the dense clouds of antimatter particles that lie between the two solar systems. Thus using the most primitive option left, Agent XX hacked into the few remaining saatellites still orbiting this doomed planet and steered their course of orbit towards the star system, Cha-ni. The satellite is estimated to reach within a year or so and carrying along a payload of some rations, fuel and some scrap metals that may hopefully be of use to Jenni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concurrently, Agent XX is on the hunt for a interstellar shuttle so he may exploit the failing technology in his attempt to reach Cha-ni. Alas, it isn't a walk in the park securing a shuttle of such rarity and so it is gonna be at least a good half a decade before lift off can be realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S &lt;br /&gt;Haha, never expected to be blogging again. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-2894103174991100904?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/2894103174991100904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=2894103174991100904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/2894103174991100904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/2894103174991100904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2011/09/reloaded.html' title='Reloaded'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-6844830124362760373</id><published>2009-12-10T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:09:47.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaggregation</title><content type='html'>And alas, a long time has passed and Agent XX finally made it to his birthplace, the secret laboratory deep beneath the surface of Inishika. Reminiscing about his childhood triggered tremors within his mind, as Agent XX had no recollection of anything before he woke up as a cyborg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laboratory still looks exactly like it did, when Agent XX broke out of it many decades ago. But somehow, things appeared different now. It is as though everything single equipment aged with time has got a story to tell. And the scars on the walls left by Agent XX when he escaped felt as cold as the subzero climate. Looking at the scars, Agent XX wondered.. What if he had not escaped this accursed place, how would life be like for him now? What if the people behind this project had told him the purpose of his creation, would he still feel so purposeless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reliving his memories as he sat on the broken lab chair, he recalled feeling angst for every single living thing with a beating heart donned in an angelic white overcoat. Every single pulse of hurt he felt was caused by these men. Day after day, needles and tubes were constantly connected to him, drawing out bright, warm crimson fluid. Once a day, he would be released for an hour to stroll the icy plains. And he always wondered why are his captors forever wearing thick coats while he took his daily walk with nothing but pants and shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they were constantly messing with his body, whenever they looked at him, they would wear a faint smile on their face. Agent XX had always thought they meant him harm and thus a deep, dark anger was slowly building up in him over the years. One fateful day, he could bear it no longer and let out a tremendous shout that rendered all the equipments unusable. The vices holding him in place snapped apart, and for the first time, Agent XX felt freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole place was thrown into a chaos and panic was everywhere. As the alarm sounded, it interfered with Agent XX's thoughts. All he wanted to do was to get away from here. Tearing his way through the compound, he unleashed the anger built up in him all these years by smashing and terminating everything and everyone in his way. With the view of the horizon in sight, a warm feeling ignited within him. But standing in his way was a lady with exquisite features. Nonetheless, Agent XX charged ahead, ramming her out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady let out a blood curdling scream, followed by a word with 2 syllables, which evoked such a strong emotion within Agent XX. Looking at the lady, she wept and apologized and then told him to not turn back. Eventually Agent XX reached civilization and decided that that was Year 0 for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S Does everything really appear as what they seem to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-6844830124362760373?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/6844830124362760373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=6844830124362760373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/6844830124362760373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/6844830124362760373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/12/reaggregation.html' title='Reaggregation'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-6961286129258147987</id><published>2009-09-03T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:48:50.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resuscitation</title><content type='html'>In this era, there is no one who is free from trouble and frustration. With violence and inequality widespread, all thanks to the cyborgs, it is no wonder some survivors are wishing that they were dead. But to take your own life, is not equivalent to dying with honor. It is a permanent exit out of all these problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having witness the gruesome death of an innocent man driven to death by the twisted programming logic of a cyborg, it is definitely hard for anyone to forget, and it messes with the mind so much that it is impossible to differentiate reality from mirages. Agent XX took a punch to the face when his companion was in a total chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to comprehend the situation, Agent XX decided to reminisce his old memories to make sense of the situation. Recollecting vague pieces of memories here and there, he decided to go with the flow, and see how things work out. All of a sudden, his companion become still, like a statue. Not wanting to touch her, lest she break into a rampage again, Agent XX decided to camp their ground till she recovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S Theory Of a Deadman - Not Meant To Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-6961286129258147987?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/6961286129258147987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=6961286129258147987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/6961286129258147987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/6961286129258147987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/09/resuscitation.html' title='Resuscitation'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-8782853597907845812</id><published>2009-08-14T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:39:04.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REM (Rapid Eye Movement)</title><content type='html'>Though my eyes did close away,&lt;br /&gt;My mind did not.&lt;br /&gt;And in my wonderland of ice,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a familiar face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelic yet intoxicating,&lt;br /&gt;I was unable to pull away.&lt;br /&gt;An unbelievable attraction,&lt;br /&gt;Pulled me in closer than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a connection was made,&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight broke my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;A surge of sadness overcame me,&lt;br /&gt;When I realize it was all,&lt;br /&gt;But a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S Please don't laugh at me for I did not lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-8782853597907845812?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/8782853597907845812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=8782853597907845812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/8782853597907845812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/8782853597907845812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/08/rem-rapid-eye-movement.html' title='REM (Rapid Eye Movement)'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-4493385195237154650</id><published>2009-08-14T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:39:17.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconcilation</title><content type='html'>Left behind by society,&lt;br /&gt;Stranded alone in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;An Angel descended upon me,&lt;br /&gt;To guide me into the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the gates are not open,&lt;br /&gt;Thus in the heat we suffer,&lt;br /&gt;As we persevere,&lt;br /&gt;Until the morning dawn arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we survive,&lt;br /&gt;The barrier between us,&lt;br /&gt;Is slowly melting away,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be captivated,&lt;br /&gt;Until my eyes close away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. The Angel knows who she is. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-4493385195237154650?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/4493385195237154650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=4493385195237154650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/4493385195237154650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/4493385195237154650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/08/reconcilation.html' title='Reconcilation'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-5527897878234851723</id><published>2009-08-11T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:57:35.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rendition</title><content type='html'>In an epic case of self-pwn, Agent XX severed his own arm while hallucinating under the effect of over-thought. The cyborgs shot the cursed dart into Agent XX's left arms after failing to capture him. Counting his lucky stars, Lily was there to provide aid and counsel to Agent XX, bringing him back to his usual self. And Agent XX was ever so grateful to Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Short and sweet, cut to the chase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-5527897878234851723?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5527897878234851723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=5527897878234851723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/5527897878234851723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/5527897878234851723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/08/rendition.html' title='Rendition'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-6885829742760761569</id><published>2009-07-19T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:02:19.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>As they set foot into the wilderness, all that could be heard was the crushing of dried leaves and branches with every step they took. Moving cautiously, they tried their best not to alert the cyborgs roaming around within the woods. A loud crash behind them stopped them in their tracks. It sounded like a car had exploded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that afternoon, they found a working TV set and was scanning the channels for information that would enable them to survive or at least, find other survivors. All they found was a channel of a foreign language. And it appeared to be a channel for kids, as the weird characters in the cartoon started doing stupid pranks on each other. Precious time was wasted on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The channel went offline as soon as dusk fell. Heading out of their barricaded apartment, they saw flowers blooming in the sky. Bright shining flowers blooming in an awesome sight. With every bloom of the flowers, booming sound could be heard seconds after. There had to be other survivors! They began to pack their supplies and trekked in the direction of the amazing sight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SmMmlD5e9lI/AAAAAAAAACc/Zk3p6rjAty4/s1600-h/SNC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SmMmlD5e9lI/AAAAAAAAACc/Zk3p6rjAty4/s320/SNC00008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360170399644448338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(A picture speaks a thousand words. So technically, there are 1,272 words in this post, excluding this sentence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they turned their heads towards the sound of the explosion, they tripped on some wild vines and almost fell, if not for Agent XX's lightning fast reflexes. The cyborgs must have been alerted now, thus the duo started moving faster. Praying that the cyborgs would be momentarily distracted, they started sprinting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bursting out of the woods, they saw an abandoned Light Speed Transport. They hopped on and Agent XX began hotwiring the vehicle. After successfully igniting the engine, they sped away into the twilight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Hello, to all my secret message readers. May you live long and prosper. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-6885829742760761569?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/6885829742760761569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=6885829742760761569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/6885829742760761569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/6885829742760761569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/07/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</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/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SmMmlD5e9lI/AAAAAAAAACc/Zk3p6rjAty4/s72-c/SNC00008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-1004478984591904962</id><published>2009-07-12T17:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:36:35.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redundant</title><content type='html'>Like a snowball, accumulation occurred&lt;br /&gt;Faster and faster it rolled on&lt;br /&gt;But when it hit the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Splat! And it was everywhere&lt;br /&gt;As winter came and went&lt;br /&gt;The little bits of snow melt&lt;br /&gt;And came spring and all was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Confusion say, help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-1004478984591904962?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1004478984591904962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=1004478984591904962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/1004478984591904962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/1004478984591904962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/07/redundant.html' title='Redundant'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-4927257448259978029</id><published>2009-06-22T07:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:57:43.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reclusion</title><content type='html'>In a time not too long ago,&lt;br /&gt;In a galaxy far, far away,&lt;br /&gt;A star burned ever so brightly,&lt;br /&gt;That it exhausted its own fuel reserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resulting in the absence of nuclear fusion,&lt;br /&gt;And due to this lack of energy generation,&lt;br /&gt;The star ultimately collapsed,&lt;br /&gt;Under its own intense gravitational force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating a vacuum so powerful and void,&lt;br /&gt;That it sucks the very light out of vision,&lt;br /&gt;And no matter may escape it,&lt;br /&gt;So out of fear, mortals thus call it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Black Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Noob Jolene, I know u reading this, so there is no secret message.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-4927257448259978029?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/4927257448259978029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=4927257448259978029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/4927257448259978029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/4927257448259978029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/06/reclusion.html' title='Reclusion'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-1949056656688294016</id><published>2009-06-12T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:06:51.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution</title><content type='html'>Upon reaching LalaLand, Agent XX noticed rows and rows of shops selling the same equipment. The AirGear X1000. It is said that LalaLand is the only place that manufacture this type of equipment. Despite its size, it contains an engine powerful enough torque to move a car. And it is to be worn on the feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent XX slipped on a pair and in no time, he was practically dancing using the AirGear. Lily was not so adaptive because the last time she worn one of these was during her pre-teen years and the model was the primitive AirGear X200. Having mastered the art of AirGearing, Agent XX proceeded to tutor Lily. Lily learned quickly under his impressive guidance and the only drawback was her inability to brake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mastering the basic movement, they went on to scout the city for her family. As they were turning from the main road to the streets, Lily was unable to stop and crashed into Agent XX causing them both to fell. Lily was unscathed and this relieved Agent XX. But Agent XX fell on his old injury and he instinctively flinched but quickly, he regained his smiling expression to prevent Lily from worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent XX tried out a few stunts but the streets were too rough to do so, thus they went to a nearby car park and Agent XX performed a little. Then a few cyborgs appeared and Agent XX got defensive and decided to strike them preemptively. Using his newfound abilities with AirGear, Agent XX was so agile that his motions were blurred to the naked eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a span of 5 seconds, all 7 cyborgs were deactivated with either a dismembered limb or torn in half. Fearing that they might have tracked them through the loud engine roar generated by the AirGear, the duo quickly abandoned their AirGears. The speed advantage is just not worth the trouble that it attracts, Agent XX thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Agent XX has his suit, he still harvests his energy from eating food. The suit is merely an amplification device for his normal body processes. Mobilizing the AirGear just too much for the two first-timers' mental and physical focus, resulting in their growling tummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duo started scouring the town for any food-joints that might still have fresh food, and found and underground subway station which serves sandwiches. The ingredients were stored in sub-zero freezers, ensuring that their freshness is sealed in. Activating the robots serving at the food-joint, they started munching on the delicious sandwiches prepared for them. But Agent XX's sandwiches had some weird sauces that tingled his tastebuds, causing slight discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their revitalizing meal, they headed back out into the city and realized that darkness now shrouds them. All was dead and silent, but Agent XX's sonar device picked up signals of waves clashing. Missing the cool sea breeze, Agent XX piggybacked Lily and dashed towards the beach. Resting on an improvised bench that Agent XX fashioned out of rocks and sticks, they started counting the number of nebulas they could see. Across the horizon, a shooting star flew and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out to be a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. I wanna hold your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-1949056656688294016?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1949056656688294016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=1949056656688294016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/1949056656688294016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/1949056656688294016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/06/revolution.html' title='Revolution'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-3190008748180674071</id><published>2009-06-10T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:05:02.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction</title><content type='html'>Picking up a signal on his sonar device, Agent XX switched direction to southwest. The signal got stronger and stronger, eventually leading Agent XX to a dark and wet alley. Activation his infrared vision, Agent XX detected slight motions within the shadows. As Agent XX approach the figure, he realise that there was no sign of any heartbeats. Puzzled, he continued approaching the target with caution. A flash of light blinded Agent XX and he instinctively ducked to the floor. Turning around, a huge gaping hole was formed on the wall behind him, with the edges still burning bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent XX lunged at the figure, only to crash into a cold, steel humanoid. With red glowing electronic eyes, the robot stared deep into the soul of Agent XX. Sensing danger, Agent XX gave the robot a good twist to the neck and dislodged its robotic head. The eyes on the face of the robot, seemingly lack of energy, are now 2 dark spheres. Throwing the head into a rubbish dump, Agent XX turned away from this menace and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a few steps, a sudden surge of bone-shattering force rippled through Agent XX, sending him flying into the building across the street. Agent XX climbed out of the hole in the brick wall and saw the headless robot rampaging its way out of the alley. Then a thought of fear formed within Agent XX, what if there were more? The lady would be in grave danger! Ignoring this blind and mad robot, Agent XX activated X Speed and continued to search for the lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing onto the roof of the nearest building, Agent XX leaped all over town. Finally, he caught sight of the lady running in the general direction of LalaLand. Catching up to her within a few strides, Agent XX landed silently beside her. "Hi", Agent XX said. The lady was shocked but smiled in response. Acknowledging it as a sign of acceptance, Agent XX took his place beside her. After about an hour of running, the lady stopped to rest. Agent XX tore his way into the provision shop nearby and returned to pass the lady a bottle of thirst quencher and once again, she responded with a smile. Pretty smile, Agent XX thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the lady rested, Agent XX climbed to the roof of the building beside them to scout their path ahead. At least another six hours of running before they would reach LalaLand. Heading back down, Agent XX sat beside the lady. "I'm Agent XX, may I know your name?", Agent XX inquired. "Lily", she smiled. Handing Agent XX a piece of paper, she took to her feet and started walking towards LalaLand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear savior, I would like to thank you once again for having rescued me. If you would not mind, please accompany me to LalaLand. I would very much appreciate it."&lt;br /&gt;-Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent XX smiled, ran to Lily's side and said, "At your service." Lily's response is once again, a smile. But it was okay, Agent XX liked the smile.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Is it okay for me to be doing this? I don't wanna hurt anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-3190008748180674071?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3190008748180674071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=3190008748180674071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/3190008748180674071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/3190008748180674071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/06/reaction.html' title='Reaction'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-103492950084418146</id><published>2009-05-10T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:57:16.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recreation</title><content type='html'>Agent XX was dashing through the ruins of the former city, yet at the same time he was thinking about long ago, where he went abroad to take a break from all the stress. He needn't focus on running at all. It was as simple as reciting the ABC's. He started getting more absorbed into his reminiscence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cold, dark Saturday morning. Agent XX woke from the cold and prepared to set out on his journey. Taking a rocket car, he was out of the country in no time. He went to eat at his favorite shop in the town of Tosensa. Dropping of an acquaintance nearby, he continued on his journey to his destination. Resort Desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Resort Desire, he went forth to check-in and unpack all his things. Prepared his swimming gear and went to swim 50 laps in the pool. The Sun, as if embarrassed, went to hide behind the clouds. Agent XX then went on to wash up and prepare for a short trip to a nearby town to have lunch. The food was expectedly average. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent XX then went to a nearby beach and had a go at driving a Racer. Though it is his first time, Agent XX felt no fear. Instead he was enjoying the air hitting his face whenever he flattened the gas pedal. It was a nice memory to keep, and also to continuously refresh it within his mind. Heading back to his room, Agent XX and his pals washed up and played card games. Soon, it was dinner. As expected again, the food's quality is in direct relation to its price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness shrouded the land. And Agent XX took a walk while waiting for the transport to go to a mystical land to be ready. It is said that the creatures inhibiting that land are able to create light from its body. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the small jetty, safety gears were handed out and Agent XX was soon on board the hovercraft. Along the river they cruised and then, water were sprayed onto the nearby trees and voila! Tiny stars could be seen flickering and moving around the leaves and branches. What a captivating sight! However, like all good things, it was soon over. Taking the same transport, Agent XX went back to his room and continued playing card games with his pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came, Agent XX was woken by the cold again. Washing up, he headed to the cafeteria for his breakfast buffet. Unexpectedly, he was able to shove a rather huge portion of food down his throat. Usually, Agent XX is unable to summon an appetite when he awoke. Heading back to his room, card games were played again. Then it was time to check-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the same restaurant where he had lunch the day before, Agent XX ordered a different type of food this time. Unexpectedly, the food was delicious. Eating full to his heart's content, Agent XX board his rocket car and went for a ride around the area before heading back to his country before dusk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Another day, another life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-103492950084418146?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/103492950084418146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=103492950084418146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/103492950084418146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/103492950084418146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/05/recreation.html' title='Recreation'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-6555728509870781885</id><published>2009-05-03T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:59:18.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival.</title><content type='html'>Getting back on track, Agent XX's concern for internal damages was uncalled for. He should have trusted his regenerative abilities instead of over-thinking.. Suddenly recalling the maiden whom he had rescued earlier, he rushed back to his hideout. Was she safe? Did the cyborgs locate her? Is she able to survive alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts began to worry Agent XX. Having felt the despair and helplessness of being the only survivor once, Agent XX did not want another person to feel what he had experienced before. Activating X Speed, he went back to the beach where he last left the maiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the shores, no one was in sight. Panic and fear rushed through Agent XX. "Where was she?", "Where could she possibly go?", "Did the cyborgs abducted her?", such thoughts ran through his mind once again. However, the scene proved otherwise. All that was left was a note, the writing was almost illegible. "Dear savior, should you ever return to this place, know that I am well and I am on my way to the neighboring state of LalaLand. My family is there and I cannot leave without them. P.S. My address is 55 LalaStreet, LalaLand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was she thinking?! LalaLand is on the other side of the city we had barely escaped from!! There is no way she could survive!! Was she out of her mind?!", Agent XX made a mad rush back to the city. Activating his sonar device, he set out to find and protect the only person that is left in his world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Everything never happen the way we want them to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-6555728509870781885?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/6555728509870781885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=6555728509870781885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/6555728509870781885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/6555728509870781885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/05/revival.html' title='Revival.'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-419383176246835121</id><published>2009-03-25T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:39:39.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I see your face, I get.. &gt;_o!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="384" height="236"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Right now, my life is a standstill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-419383176246835121?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/419383176246835121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=419383176246835121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/419383176246835121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/419383176246835121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-see-your-face-i-get-o.html' title='When I see your face, I get.. &gt;_o!!'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-766557138355068891</id><published>2009-03-21T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:29:06.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resonance</title><content type='html'>Things flowing along monotonously, bored Agent XX out of his mind. Running away, finding shelter, scavenging for food, keep a look out, and repeat the process again. Once, Agent XX had been dashing around the country when he fell off a cliff. Hitting the ground broke Agent XX's arm. While getting back on his feet, Agent XX didn't feel so much as a pinch of pain. Anyway, he knew his suit is just going to regenerate his arm to perfect condition again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this fear Agent XX experienced when he was falling, seemed to salvage whatever humanity that is left in him.  Feeling fear, was a part of being human. But now, with his suit, the power embedded deep into his genetic codes made Agent XX feel so inhuman, and lifeless. After a short while of silence, his arm had been fully regenerated, and Agent XX continued his dash back to his hideout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, while Agent XX was dozing off, his mind suddenly become alert. Agent XX opened his eyes widely. What if.. What if his internal organs suffered severe injuries and the suit is unable to detect and repair these damages.. Would it inevitably lead to Agent XX's demise? Wild thoughts started running through his head. Agent XX decided that he ought to make a mad rush for the nearest automated hospital 5 miles into the town from his hideout..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His energy drained from these wild thoughts, made his eyelids felt like a thousand pounds.. Unable to resist this tremendous weight, darkness shrouded his vision and all his senses dulled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Am I over-thinking? I always thought we were friends. So please, scold me, hit me, but don't ignore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-766557138355068891?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/766557138355068891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=766557138355068891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/766557138355068891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/766557138355068891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/resonance.html' title='Resonance'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-305970524313082617</id><published>2009-03-13T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:33:01.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>Upon reaching the vast sparkling mass of water, Agent XX stopped for a rest. Even though he could continue, he felt this sense of mental weariness. Laying the woman down by the beach, he took a rest and laid on the sand. Looking around his surroundings, Agent XX realized that is was so peaceful that it appeared as though no giant robot descended from the skies, no city pulverized and no one died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still hard to register what he had seen and felt into his mind. It was like his brain had a mind of its own, rejecting the acceptance of such calamity. Everything was so decimated that it felt like a nightmare, but now, lying upon this peaceful beach, Agent XX felt as though he had woken from the nightmare, into another dream. The beach was so untouched that it doesn't even seem to have been discovered by civilization yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the wildlife, Agent XX wondered how nice would it be, to be a simple minded creature living out on this peaceful land, without ever having to feel any emotions. No fear, no hatred, no lust, no sadness, no love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly realizing that he wasn't alone, Agent XX turned to the lady whom he rescued. At least he wasn't alone, he thought. A sudden feeling of déjà vu swept across Agent XX. Noticing a slight tinge of familiarity, the image of his puppy love appeared within his mind. Looking back now, he somehow did not find her attractive in a romantic way anymore. Probably because "beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder", he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Finally, I understood the meaning of beauty lying in the eyes of the beholder. It's not that you aren't pretty, it's just that you lost something that attracted me to you in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-305970524313082617?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/305970524313082617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=305970524313082617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/305970524313082617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/305970524313082617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-2064850900644262061</id><published>2009-03-09T19:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:37:01.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reanimation</title><content type='html'>After being buried for so long, the robot finally strolled away, leaving huge gaping holes in the group, like a toddler walking on a beach, except the footprints were multiplied a billion times. Activating his cloaking device, Agent XX sneaked away, in the opposite direction of where the robot was headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the highest point of the city, Agent XX saw, what appears to be, an image of a skull imprinted upon the city that Agent XX loved so dearly. The huge flaming eyes were once, the tallest hotel and the hottest shopping district of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SbT8-ji6GlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/76mggkmvvTg/s1600-h/terminator-salvation-flashposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SbT8-ji6GlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/76mggkmvvTg/s320/terminator-salvation-flashposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311148012200401490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain of seeing his beloved city torn so much that it is beyond recognition, is equivalent to Agent XX's heart being torn out of his chest and getting ripped to pieces before his very eyes with the arteries still attached. Every breath that Agent XX took, seemed to feel heavy with the souls of the millions that had perished from this catastrophe. Even though he was filled with rage, he knew that even if he annihilated the whole species of the giant robot/cyborg, the dead will never come to life. The huge amount of rage turned into sorrow in a split second and salty rivers started flowing out of Agent XX's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the urge to get away from this heartbreaking sight, Agent XX activated Mode: XSpeed, and started sprinting in the direction of the ocean. While dashing through the city, Agent XX kept a lookout for any survivors, even though his mind told him that no one could ever survive this. At the outskirt of the city, his sonar device registered sounds which appeared to be heartbeats. Agent XX changed direction so fast, that he left humongous cracks on the road he was running on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the building that sounded like where the heartbeats were from, Agent XX was surprised to see that the structure was barely damaged. Agent XX thought that it must have been the skyscrapers that surrounded this tiny structure took the blow from the impact of the giant robot. Shaking his thoughts away, Agent XX focused on rescuing the person still trapped within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a step through the door, into a chaotic mess of rubbles which appeared to be remnants of the former home. Following the sound into the kitchen, Agent XX saw that the person, no, the lady that was trapped beneath toppled refridgerator. Unleashing his strength through his cyborg outfit, Agent XX tossed the fridge away as if it were a toy car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was unconscious, Agent XX lifted the woman and got out of the godforsaken structure and the moment Agent XX's feet left the compound of the building, the once standing house was reduced to a heap of mashed concrete and steel. Then, Agent XX realised that it was because the fridge he threw, had destroyed the last remaning pillar of support of the structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scanning the vicinity using his sonar device, Agent XX confirmed that this woman was the only lucky survivor. Holding the woman in his steel arms, Agent XX continued his dash towards the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Blinded by the shining rays of a new dawn, last night will soon be forgotten..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-2064850900644262061?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/2064850900644262061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=2064850900644262061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/2064850900644262061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/2064850900644262061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/reanimation.html' title='Reanimation'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</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/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SbT8-ji6GlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/76mggkmvvTg/s72-c/terminator-salvation-flashposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-4908095201407392579</id><published>2009-02-09T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:48:53.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminated.</title><content type='html'>A giant robot dropped from the sky and stomped Agent XX into the ground. Thus Agent XX activate his artificial inhuman body strength using the SuperSuit, and tried to topple the giant robot. He realised he was getting squashed deeper and deeper into the ground instead, thus he decided to give in. Agent XX used his UberLegs to dig a hole beneath him and was able to bury himself alive, all the while, praying that the giant robot will assume that Agent XX is dead and walk away. For now, Agent XX is but a pile of dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. If you like it this way, I can swear never to be part of your life again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-4908095201407392579?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/4908095201407392579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=4908095201407392579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/4908095201407392579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/4908095201407392579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/02/terminated.html' title='Terminated.'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-4174979464714057251</id><published>2009-02-04T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:44:28.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infiltrate 101</title><content type='html'>The moment Agent XX cleared his mission brief, he took the LightSpeed Transport inbound to the mission start point. Upon reaching the destination, Agent XX liaised with Lieutenant JX and Agent XX quickly swapped into the enemy's uniform. This was a information retrieval mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing outside the city gates of Pukedemia, Agent XX felt a rush of cold sweat overcome him. Agent XX started walking as casually as possible past the gates in order not to alert the sentries on duty upon the guard tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial infiltration: Success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary Objective: Meet with the spy within Pukedemia&lt;br /&gt;Secondary Objective: Consume the rare delicacy of Pukedemia&lt;br /&gt;Tertiary Objective: Retreat without alerting the enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long before Agent XX located the spy. Probably due to Agent XX's highly adept sensory abilities. After the spy relayed crucial information to Agent XX, the primary objective was completed. Agent XX proceeded on to hunt and consume the rare delicacy of Pukedemia, the flesh of the elusive Flaming Phoenix. Worming through the hordes upon hordes of Pukedemons within the Flea Market, Agent XX finally located the restaurant that serve this legendary dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to his dismay, it was sold out. Thus failing the secondary objective. Dejected, he settled for a common dish to satisfy his hunger. At this point, the spy radioed Agent XX that he was leaving the city. Confused, Agent XX tried to make sense of the situation, but it appeared that the spy wanted to leave no matter what. Is something devastating going to happen? Or something fearful is lurking within this city? Agent XX couldn't nail down a possibility. Communication was cut off at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relying on themselves, Agent XX and Lieutenant JX decided to explore the city. They started with searching for the organization that the spy supposedly worked for. The city was having a carnival, making mobility an intricate task. Before the organization could be found, Agent XX and Lieutenant JX were spotted by the city's Garde Royale de la Pukedemia (Royal Guards of Pukedemia). Suspected of being spies, they were interrogated out in the open streets. A crowd was soon attracted. Agent XX and Lieutenant managed to trick the guards into believing that they just returned home from a trip across the continent. They were then ordered to change to their civilian standard issue uniform and returning to the guards to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent XX agreed without thinking. While they were on their way to the changing room, Lieutenant JX was terrified as he did not prepare a back up uniform. With some quick thinking, Agent XX and Lieutenant JX decided to bail out. Scurrying through the city streets like mice, the duo finally managed to reach the gates that they came in from. Before any suspicions were rosed, Agent XX and Lieutenant JX quickly boarded the LightSpeed Transport and were on their way back to base to report their findings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the mission was a success. Though Agent XX can't seem to shake this weird feeling about the spy hurrying to leave town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Like a dying battery, my passion is running out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-4174979464714057251?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/4174979464714057251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=4174979464714057251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/4174979464714057251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/4174979464714057251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/02/infiltrate-101.html' title='Infiltrate 101'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-24122913268266601</id><published>2009-01-31T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:55:20.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunpowder Season</title><content type='html'>Agent XX submitted a proposal to the Head Chief of P.I.M.P in hope of being promoted to Special Agent XX. However, Head Chief had not agreed to his proposal yet. She said, "See First". Agent XX felt a slight tinge of disapproval in her voice. Dejected, Agent XX went on an emo spree. He thought to himself, what hasn't he done to deserve this promotion? Was there someone else more capable than him? Or perhaps the Head Chief just disliked Agent XX. This was the first time Agent XX ever felt emo. Always, he would recover from emo-ism within the hour. But this was different. It was like the promotion meant so much to him, he could almost die without it. Embracing the truth with misery, he decided that this wasn't going to stop him from doing his best for P.I.M.P. After all, he is the one who possessed the legendary item which grants +125% Mana Regeneration, +5 Hitpoints Regeneration and +10 Damage. He wasn't going to give it up. Not because of something as minor as this. He thought he would even wait forever to get promoted, as long as P.I.M.P doesn't retrench him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day after, it was the first day of GUNPOWDER SEASON! It was a first time for Agent XX to travel to VomitLand for Gunpowder Season. And to fire live rounds during the season made Agent XX overjoyed. Joined by his family, the festive mood was set. All went well, firing bullets from afternoon till late at night. When night shadowed the lands, Agent XX had just the right items and weapons to make it day again. Firing rockets and nukes into the sky, the brilliant shimmering of the explosions outshone the stars in the background. And Agent XX soon got bored of it, so he headed for the balcony to do some hunting. Armed with a rod with a line and hook, he began his conquest against the mermaid empire. Throughout the whole night, 2 enemies had been captured by Agent XX's skillful hunting proficiency. But exercising compassion, Agent XX released them back into the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, was also the last day of this season and everyone was to return back to Pukedom. Lest was known of a spy amongst us, until a quarrel was ignited between the outsider, that had unknowingly followed us on this trip, and my beloved aunt. Being a parent means to take full responsibility of your child, no matter his condition. Not to dump him to someone else and expect them to do your work. Sadly, this was the plummet of any festive joy that was left of everyone on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, a gathering between Agent XX's colleagues was organized thanks to their team leader, Lieutenant JX. Though the dinner was a little off the timing, it was nonetheless, Wonderful. All Agent XX wanted to say was, thank you to everyone who was present on the night, colleagues, colleague's families, LightSpeed Transport driver, and yes, even the granny who stepped on Agent XX's toes aboard the LightSpeed Transport. At the final destination, after the wonderfully sumptuous dinner, a game of Feed-the-Tiles was played between the 4 top players in Pukedom. Agent XX had lady luck smiling over him and he won the first 4 games hands down. Then Lieutenant JX commented that winning in games would indirectly equals to a bad time during work. And Agent XX thought about his failed proposal for promotion. But this time, it wasn't as bad as the previous time and Agent XX continued on his winning spree till alas, a fellow agent, Agent YZ, had ultimate tiles and won and was also fed by Agent XX, and thus Agent XX lost a bomb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent XX received an order to return to base immediately, and sadly, he thanked the host and everybody else and proceeded back to base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Your words felt like a knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-24122913268266601?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/24122913268266601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=24122913268266601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/24122913268266601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/24122913268266601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/01/gunpowder-season.html' title='Gunpowder Season'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-3119977947635461322</id><published>2009-01-23T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T02:29:21.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School of Agents</title><content type='html'>This education facility for agents train normal mortal beings into highly adept and agile killers. From killing Androids to Zealots, its an easy peasy task. But the most important lesson to be taught, is to show mercy and compassion to your fallen adversaries. In order to attain the highest level of mental state of a professional killer, one has to undergo countless battles and missions, killing only when the heart desires, and sparing when the heart feels sympathy for the fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalling his past, Agent XX once skirmished at the undersea cavern near Atlantis. There was pandemonium everywhere upon the battlefield. The fishes formed The Alliance, and the humans formed The Agents. When war was coming to an end, Agent XX managed to infiltrate the undersea castle, where Neptune, the King of Fishes resides. With a knife to his throat, Agent XX demanded The Alliance to withdraw or he shall die. Ariel, the Mermaid Princess, witness this nerve-numbing act and rushes to Agent XX's side to plea for her dad's mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touched by true love, Agent XX started to feel sympathy for Neptune and thus withdrew his knife. When Agent XX was about to leave, Neptune threw his magical trident at the back of Agent XX, rendering him paralyzed from waist down. Seizing this opportunity, Neptune quickly rounded up his royal guards and set Agent XX into confinement with round the clock security. Feeling betrayed, Agent XX's heart burned fiercely with hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Agent XX was once an engineer, he managed to find a way out of the prison cell. And made his way to the royal highness, Ariel's bedroom. Under the glowing effect of the deep sea lamps, Agent XX suddenly saw Ariel's true beauty. Mesmerized, he bent over her bed and leaned his head close to her. Captivated by her breath, a sudden wave of warm, fuzzy feeling rushed all over Agent XX. And their lips touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awoken abruptly, Ariel sounded the emergency alarm. Within seconds, guards filled up every inch of Ariel's bedroom. Feeling threatened, Agent XX held Ariel hostage. With a sharp comb swiped from the princess's bedside cabinet, Agent XX bargained his freedom with the life of Ariel. Within his heart, Agent XX was very remorseful for needing to do this. But it is the only way he is ever able to get out of the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neptune trembled at the sight of his beloved daughter being held hostage. He promptly agreed to every condition set forth by Agent XX. Only through this way, had Agent XX managed to survive. Upon reaching the surface, Agent XX kept hold to his promise and allowed Ariel to return home. But not before divulging the secrets of his heart to Ariel. Like star-crossed lovers, they were not meant to be together. And Agent XX cherished no hopes of ever being able to be together with Ariel after what he had done to her. He felt disgusted at himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. I'm always getting over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-3119977947635461322?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3119977947635461322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=3119977947635461322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/3119977947635461322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/3119977947635461322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-of-agents.html' title='School of Agents'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-2300554082307421408</id><published>2009-01-21T17:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:29:29.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise of a Gallon Puke</title><content type='html'>Upon return to P.I.M.P HQ, and to everyone's surprise, Captain was sitting in the cafeteria sipping away at his cup of tea. Enraged, Agent XX and his 2 colleagues decided to file a report regarding Captain's irresponsible behavior. After much discussion, the 3 agents decided to reduce the proposed punishment of Captain from being dismissed from P.I.M.P to serving 3 days in solitary confinement. But because the Captain showed no sign of repentance or remorse, Agent XX has never really forgave the Captain. Deep within his heart, he was silently cursing the Captain like a vengeful spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in his bunk, Agent XX laid on the bed staring through the dusty windows at the lonely moon who seemed to understand how he felt. Recalling from his memories, a random phase of his life where he was still an engineer. The most wonderful structure that Agent XX believed was ever created was the Taj Mahal. Built in memory of his favorite wife, Mumtaz Mahal, Emperor Shah Jahan spent fortunes on the architects and craftsmen to complete the Taj Mahal in 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SXbzapdN21I/AAAAAAAAACA/1cvrd2Dd-iM/s1600-h/taj-mahal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SXbzapdN21I/AAAAAAAAACA/1cvrd2Dd-iM/s320/taj-mahal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293686051151141714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone awed at the sight of the Taj Mahal and also at the proof of the Emperor's love to his wife. The concrete that formed the outer layer of the Taj Mahal was beautifully sculptured and crafted, also dotted with countless precious stones, like the stars in the sky of a cloudless night. However, no one noticed or even paid attention to the foundation lying within the Taj Mahal. Without the support from the humble skeletal foundation, the Taj Mahal wouldn't be standing till this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent XX kept thinking about the foundation of the Taj Mahal. It would never be as pretty or wonderful as the exterior, but it would be happy to have been able to make this wonderful structure possible. It has fulfilled the very purpose of its existence, and it would never complain about the weight of the extravagant exterior resting upon its shoulders. Unknowingly, Agent XX drifted into a deep slumber..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast the next day, Agent XX regurgitated all of his meal out, like a geyser spewing water hundred of feet into the air. It must have been the awkward position that he slept in the previous night starting at the moon. A very graphic image was taken while Agent XX was performing his fountain of youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SXb2s2HInsI/AAAAAAAAACI/TrEsTp78uBg/s1600-h/puke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SXb2s2HInsI/AAAAAAAAACI/TrEsTp78uBg/s320/puke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293689662320713410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Agent XX was immediately sent to P.I.M.P Medical Facility for a full body check-up and sanitation, to check for the cause of regurgitation, and also to prevent the possible outbreak of an infection within P.I.M.P HQ. Agent XX spent the next 3 days stranded within the facility undergoing tests every single moment of the day. After ensuring that Agent XX was free from any infectious diseases, he was released. And his bunk was his world for the whole week while he recuperate from the mental stress and lack of nutrients due to the tests carried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. You don't know me and you don't even care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-2300554082307421408?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/2300554082307421408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=2300554082307421408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/2300554082307421408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/2300554082307421408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/01/rise-of-gallon-puke.html' title='Rise of a Gallon Puke'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</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/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SXbzapdN21I/AAAAAAAAACA/1cvrd2Dd-iM/s72-c/taj-mahal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-3237464897972039354</id><published>2009-01-18T15:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T03:00:05.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Draft of The Rise of a Gallon Puke</title><content type='html'>As he set foot into the twilight, all was dark and everything was indistinguishable to Agent XX's naked eyes. He knew that the only way to reach the checkpoint in time was to trust his Captain, Agent XYYX. His other team members too, felt the same way. After clearing hordes upon hordes of Undead Pukers, the only obstacle left was getting out of this abyss. And this responsibility lies with the Captain. Setting up camp and a 50m perimeter, the team decided to rest till dawn before moving on towards the final checkpoint. Everyone took turns to stay on guard duty with 2 hour shifts each. Agent XX was third, and the Captain was last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night progessed quietly, free from any encounter with the living dead. Finally, it was the Captain's turn to be on the lookout. Exhausted from all the rush during the day, the 3 agents slept peacefully. If it weren't for the rise and fall of their chests due to breathing, they would as though appeared dead to anyone who saw them. The early morning rays from the majestic sun beamed down upon the camp. Agent XX and his colleagues woke with a startle. They were supposed to have arrived at the final checkpoint and await a rescue squad before the sun rose beyond the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scorching morning sun seemed unaware of the dangers it had just unleashed upon the agents. With sunlight, the Undead Pukers will now be able to see clearly and the sun's glaring rays and heat only agitated them further, making them so much more aggressive. To their dismay, the Captain could not be found anywhere! The agents started panicking, constantly radioing for their Captain. After several failed attempts, they concluded that the Captain must have left them and headed for the rescue point by himself, when the sky was darkest before dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collecting themselves together, the group of three began to scout for any paths that may lead them out of this maze-like forest that they had been stranded in ever since they barely escaped The Abomination 3 days ago. The Abomination had regurgitated its stomach acid onto the Captain during an ambush, almost blinding him. But now, with no one left to guide them, it is time to improvise. Climbing up the tallest tree they could see, Agent XX scouted for the rescue checkpoint. He had been told that there would be smoke signals to mark the location, and indeed there was, a few clicks in the north-east direction. Using the position of the sun as a compass, they began hiking towards the final destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, they reached a valley, the infamous Valley of Lost Souls. And it was the only seperation between them and their long-awaited rescue. Agent XX started building a fire in hope of attracting the attention of the outpost situated there. Abruptly, their radio started crackling with static and a faint voice could be heard. It was sent out by the sentry that was on duty at the outpost. He gave instructions to stay put while a rescue chopper is sent out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shriek could be heard from within the shadowy canopy of the forest. It was the Wtich! The crunching sounds of branches snapping from the tremendous force and agility the Witch possessed was echoing throughout the valley. And it stopped. Slowly but steadily, 2 red glowing eyes are visible through a bush directly in front of Agent XX. And the sorrowful cries of the Witch trembled the very marrow of the bones within each agent. As she started to hunch forward in a posture ready to pounce, a gunshot was heard. And the Witch went silent, while she slumped to the floor as every muscle of her limbs began to lose their tension. The precise shot from the sentry guard left a hole between the red glowing eyes of the creature that was so vile and raged just a second ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, the chopper arrived with 2 rope ladders dangling from it. Holding on to their lifelines, the three agents had finally left this god-forsaken place. But the memories of this nightmarish landscape will forever be etched in their minds. And whenever Agent XX closes his eyes, two bright red orbs will slowly be visible from within the depths of his mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. 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And not to forget the tons of paperwork and reports required to be submitted to P.I.M.P HeadQuarter before the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has become pretty mundane and repetitive for Agent XX. Without the action and adventures, Agent XX feels like a robot. He yearns for some hardcore Puke-Dynamic action for the upcoming VaporizingPuke Day. VaporizingPuke Day is a very special day once a year where Agents from all over the globe come together to vapourize puke together, hand-in-hand and in pairs. It holds significant impact to Agent XX's life because it might double celebration for him. Or triple. Or quadruple. Or quintuple. Or hextuple. Or septuple. Or octuple. Or nonuple. Or decuple. And so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent XX is thinking of creating a little bit of action for himself. However, he can't seem to nail down a perfect plan for perfect action on the perfect day at the perfect time. Perhaps a family reunion soon would be the perfect appetizer for some hardcore Puke-Action down the road. But damn those paperworks, Agent XX doesn't have time to entertain any such thoughts. Furthermore, he has his semestral Agent License test to worry about. Sadly, it falls exactly on two days after VaporizingPuke Day. And hence, Agent XX believes that it isn't gonna be much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier tone, Agent XX has finished 1 of his reports, on Ammunition Management, with 3 other assesments left to be completed. The remaining three comprises of Puke System Analysis &amp;amp; Design, Law and Governance of Pukedom, and lastly, Inba Puking Techniques Program. Luckily, Law and Governance of Pukedom is almost completed, with just a reflection left to go, while Puke System Analysis &amp;amp; Design had been 50% completed with the help of fellow colleagues but last of all, Inba Puking Techniques Program has yet to be considered as officially started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at how gloomily things appear to be for Agent XX, I, the author, am going to take a break from Puketomia for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, PukeMaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. When you fall in love with madness, you are bound to go insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-5670534647872015241?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5670534647872015241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=5670534647872015241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/5670534647872015241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/5670534647872015241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/01/2k-views.html' title='2K VIEWS'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-5330772612820217417</id><published>2009-01-01T15:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:09:19.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Battle of Pukedom</title><content type='html'>A lone Agent.&lt;br /&gt;A secret mission.&lt;br /&gt;A secret message.&lt;br /&gt;A secret weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent XX woke with anticipation for the mission he is going to execute later. As the bright golden rays of the giant ball of fire in the sky scotched Agent XX's butt, Agent XX knew the time was then. Assembling together his package of killer looks and civilian disguise, he set forth into enemy's territory. Agent XX was on a stealth mission. Everything must be executed according to plan or it would all be for naught. Blending in to the crowds of Puke-noids aboard the Lighteningly Rapid Transportation (LRT), the hunt has began. Upon reaching the target location, a reliable information was received from another secret agent. Target has decided to change her checkpoint. Target : Agent YY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent XX had no choice, forsaking the element of suprise, Agent XX ambushed his target within McPukenald's. To Agent XX's astonishment, his target hadn't believe the ploy he set up. Taking Agent YY hostage, they travelled to the city of Wraffles, Wraffles City. Agent XX knew a secret teleportation device there which can transport its passengers to the highest point in all of Townsvania. Upon arrival at the peak, BabyAgent Snow-White started taking pictures as evidence for their ransom letter for Agent YY's release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items in exchange for Agent YY's release : DigiCam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SVx7jLeFCzI/AAAAAAAAABw/uj1xjZ9UzCs/s1600-h/DSC02274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SVx7jLeFCzI/AAAAAAAAABw/uj1xjZ9UzCs/s320/DSC02274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286235906930707250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back down to Earth, Agent YY's commander-in-chief, decided to bail Agent YY out and handed over the DigiCam for Agent YY's freedom. BabyAgent Snow-White and Agent YY herself went to collect the ransom. Proceeding with caution, the 3 Agents infiltrated Wraffles City command centre. Sadly, this was where they had to part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent XX received an urgent SOS from his colleagues and he had to leave. BUT, before the farewell, Agent XX delivered a top-secret military package for Agent YY, to commemorate her 16th intiation anniversary into the P.I.M.P. =) After delivery is done, Agent XX rushed off to his comrades' aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Agent XX's arrival, his group of agents started attacking furiously away at the food within the buffet. After 2 rounds of furious fighting, Agent XX triumphed and left the arena. Recreation was next, to celebrate this victory. And time flew, practically. By then the darkness had descended upon the lands. The band of agents split into 2 and Agent XX's team led the support. Gathering up the secret stashes of supplies from a secret location, they hurried to the other team's destination to support them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival, a field training was soon intiated. Agent XX was the first to be coordinately targeted by his fellow comrades. However, firmly he stood in his position! Refusing to give in, Agent XX perservered. Getting bored of Agent XX, his fellow comrades started to target other colleagues. And very soon, an agent has fallen. And sadly, he spent the magical moment of 1/1/2009 00:00am within the confinements of a toilet. And at this moment, Agent XX alerted Agent YY using his uber-long-ranged walkie talkie, and said Happy New Year or something like that and loads of other rubbish too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night ended when Agent XX slowly drifted into unconsciousness...&lt;br /&gt;AND LASTLY, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. You are my declaration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-5330772612820217417?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5330772612820217417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=5330772612820217417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/5330772612820217417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/5330772612820217417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2009/01/final-battle-of-pukedom.html' title='The Final Battle of Pukedom'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</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/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SVx7jLeFCzI/AAAAAAAAABw/uj1xjZ9UzCs/s72-c/DSC02274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-8736654711774588359</id><published>2008-12-26T11:00:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:07:15.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Battle of Pukedom</title><content type='html'>Is yet again, postponed!!! Hahaha... I would like to extend my most sincere apologies to all my hardcore fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was a very important event. The day a savior was born into the world. And also the day Agent XX and Agent YY, whom miraculously and unknowningly married 14 years ago, and birthed BabyAgent Snow-White within the confinement of a restaurant. The Birthing Officer of Anti-Pukesen Ramen issued us with a Disney Baby Bowl. And little miss Snow-White was born!! Hahaha! I know its weird, even I, the father, wasn't sure how could it be possible!! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A not-so-well taken image of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SVRKpu7fcvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JfqGTJ-W5kg/s1600-h/baby+bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SVRKpu7fcvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JfqGTJ-W5kg/s320/baby+bowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283930343645082354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon filling up Agent XX's newfound family, its PARTY TIME with puzzle solving!! Ending with the cries of our Beloved Baby Snow-White to move on to elsewhere.. And of cause, no puzzles solved.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magically gigantic tree was spotted within the compound of the entertainment center, with no clear clues of how was it transported in! My theory is TELEPORTATION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family portrait was taken with the friendly Mr. Giant Tree. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SVRMDMPVsbI/AAAAAAAAABY/P38t9fqGavE/s1600-h/DSC02179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SVRMDMPVsbI/AAAAAAAAABY/P38t9fqGavE/s320/DSC02179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283931880521314738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiggling around the maze within the compound, we made it out into the streets! And a sudden heat-wave struck us all burning us with an invisible force throughout the night as we fight our way down the street to hitch a LightSpeed Transport back home.. But stealing a few glances at the street, Agent XX knew it was no easy task, even for a man his calibre.. The tremendous horde of neutral puke-noids was practically a living obstacle course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, throughout the street, several photogenic stations were strategically placed to attract the unbelievable mob of the puke-noids to snap billions of pictures of the stations. The recharge station works in a way where for every single picture snapped, energy ratings increases by 10%. And the more poses displayed, the higher the energy increase. Due to the obvious lack of manpower, Agent XX had to befriend several puke-noids to snap pictures for us. Upon reaching the end of the obstacle course, the entrance of the street, a few final pictures were snapped and just enough energies were recharged to enable us to go on safely home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sample pictures: 18% energy recharge for both pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SVUWNM76NbI/AAAAAAAAABo/aVyDE0J6aB4/s1600-h/DSC02196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SVUWNM76NbI/AAAAAAAAABo/aVyDE0J6aB4/s320/DSC02196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284154153855759794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SVUWM2i5_nI/AAAAAAAAABg/zsN2M0txwSE/s1600-h/DSC02234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SVUWM2i5_nI/AAAAAAAAABg/zsN2M0txwSE/s320/DSC02234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284154147845308018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget to mention, BabyAgent Snow-White was trying her best throughout to try and set-up her mummy and daddy.. -_-" But DaddyAgent XX still got to thank her though.. =) Thank you! Hahaha.. This Agent Family wouldn't be the same without you.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the tremendous heat, Agent XX purchased a very unique passion tea from McPukenalds'.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why it is unique, the passion for this unseemingly plain tea, with no traces of flavor yet cost 3.95 PukeBucks, must be delicately nurtured over the course of eternity before you can fully enjoy this passionate drink in its entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the Timetable board for LightSpeed Transports, Agent XX's family mutually agreed that it is corrupted. When the LightSpeed Transport arrived, we split up from our Beloved Snow-White but we know that she will be just fine, because she is already 3 hours old!! Old enough to take care of herself. :) After an anguishing 30 minutes, Agent XX's family arrived home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending Agent XX's family to their "Gate-step" (as opposed to doorstep), Agent XX boarded a flight to New York, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. I've gone crazy from the moment I met you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-8736654711774588359?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/8736654711774588359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=8736654711774588359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/8736654711774588359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/8736654711774588359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-battle-of-pukedom_26.html' title='The Final Battle of Pukedom'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</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/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SVRKpu7fcvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JfqGTJ-W5kg/s72-c/baby+bowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-7993203104363370426</id><published>2008-12-21T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:05:40.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Battle of Pukedom</title><content type='html'>Has to be postponed because the army of P.I.M.P hasn't finished producing highly explosive and radioactive chewing gums..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracking a little, Agent XX had registered for a self-renewal Arms and Training course during the past week. The course lasted for 3 years and 2 months. Before arriving at the course location, Pimcountry, Agent XX had lots of thoughts, because Agent XX hasn't been there in a long time. And Agent XX worried that he would be unable to communicate with his fellow P.I.M.P Agents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with a close P.I.M.P Agent for lunch before the course starts, and helping fellow Agent X2 gather required resources for the course. Upon wandering within the MegaMarket, Agent XX bumped into 2 other fellow agents and a course instructor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;FASTFORWARD&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the designated location, all Agents alighted from the ultra-gunship that travels 10x the speed of light. Hiking through dense vegetation and stinkier-than-puke poops, all Agents safely arrived at the campsite HQ. Basic IceBreaker programs were initiated and things were good. Next, was a theory lecture about safety on Pukedom and after which was dinner. Followed by lectures again. This year in particular, Agent XX did not felt sleepy at the lectures at all.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;FASTFORWARD&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd year, Agent XX woke up early to attend lectures and followed by a lunch filled with nutritious anti-pukexidants. Then, was the physical and more practical, hands-on live field trainings. Agent XX was outshining and scored 19083000 points for his team. The long range passes of grenades during "Capt. Grenade" was record-breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, puke stormed heavily onto the training grounds. Forced to look for shelter and thus they started the "hologram-tionary" test and it was a piece of cake for Agent XX's team as well. The rival team dared Agent XX's team to try their hardest question yet.. Through well-drawn and picturesque holograms, Agent XX got down 3 of the 5 words.. But the last 2 words had Agent XX dumbfounded. In the nick of time, Agent YY used her telepathic skills to communicate with Agent XX and nailed the game hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the puke storm ended, the 2 teams proceeded to an open area to train in the art of puke enduring. Many objectives were met, but at the cost of Agent XX being transported to the medic. As twilight sets in just after dusk, the 2 teams truced for the night and prepared a giant traditional campfire cooking. Food was good and recharged everyone significantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;FAST FORWARD&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the campfire ended, it was major gambling session for all. Which resulted in the creation of the Ultimate Arsewhole DaiDi and Agent XX just schooled everyone by being on the throne reigning for 3 decades. It was then lights out time but Agent XX and Agent YY and 2 others continued playing London-Bridge-Is-Falling-Down for a few rounds. Then it was goodnights and sweet dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up within a foreign room, Agent XX wandered around the compound and noticed a fellow Agent living together with him. Just as he found out who the Agent was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright golden rays of the sun shone through the clear panes of bullet-proof windows within Agent XX's bunk. Upon washing up, Agent XX attended one last lecture and went to the ancient faraway land of Pukenia: The Puke, The Agents and The Cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally back in the real world once again, all agents packed up their equipments and prepared to set off for home. On board the Shuttle, Agent XX finally received the "Ancient Book of Wisdom about Puke" from Agent YY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the final destination of "King's Cross Station" Agent XX realised his ID-Card has been bend from usage. Pissed off, he went to the near-but-not-so-near ID creation center to create a new ID-Card. And so, its HOME SWEET HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***DISCLAIMER***&lt;br /&gt;This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or companies, living or dead, is purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. I never thought that I'd get hit by this love bug again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-7993203104363370426?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/7993203104363370426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=7993203104363370426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/7993203104363370426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/7993203104363370426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-battle-of-pukedom.html' title='The Final Battle of Pukedom'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-8156287642630661428</id><published>2008-11-28T12:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:52:20.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquering Your Inner Demons</title><content type='html'>Ever felt helpless? Ever felt the need to just cry out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have No Fear, Kiro Is Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is just face it straight and trash it out. After all the shits you've been through, what is this compared to the rest? Sure, you don't know if its the right thing to do. But you never know until you try. Even if you go down while trying, you will be deemed a hero. Yet if you just drop your balls and leave, you will go down in history as a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***True Life Account***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent XX was on a mission to save the world from total annihilation. The enemy had set a PukemBomb within the center of the globe, and when activated, puke will spill out all over the world through the numerous volcanoes on the surface. It is estimated that the puke will last for at least the next millenium, or until the giant space slug, Slugatron, comes to Earth to vacuum the puke into its abyss of a stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting off from the P.I.M.P (Pukem International Mobster Protection) Headquarters, Agent XX and Agent XY is en-route to Pukekima Island to capture the headmaster of the blow-the-puke-all-over-the-surface-of-Earth project. Agent XX and XY has never been on good terms because whenever shit happens to XY, Agent XX will be working his ass off to save Agent XY but whenever Agent XX looks for Agent XY to discuss strategic plans, Agent XY would either be afk-ing pwning noobs on Solitaire Online or doing this. (Refer to the picture below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SS946xeQ6EI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Fqy3-TV2GX8/s1600-h/animeeyelids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SS946xeQ6EI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Fqy3-TV2GX8/s320/animeeyelids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273566639782160450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on with the story, one day Agent XX and Agent XY were doing a perimeter check about 10 feet from the invisible, noise-proofed, feel-proof secret high-tech MobilCamp in their invisible, noise-proofed, feel-proof secret high-tech StealthArmour. Agent XY requested highly addictive chewing gums, called TechnoGum with plutonium percentage at 90% and the ability to turn enemies into harmless animals for 5 seconds, from Agent XX. Agent XX, concentrating on his perimeter scout, ignored her plea for TechnoGum. The perimeter ended well. And they retired to their camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, on their mines planting trip around the campsite, Agent XY demanded Agent XX for a reason to why wasn't there a reply to Agent XY's demands last night. Again, focusing on triggering live mines on the correct areas, Agent XX ignored her vain request. Later the same night, P.I.M.P HQ Command Post sent Agent XX an extra-expensive, extra-high quality, extra-cost, long distanced satellite Morse Code inquiring about the ignorance of Agent XY pleas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when Agent XX didn't know what to do. To be an angel and apologize, while retaining the relationship between XX and XY? Or to be a devil and tell Agent XY why the fuck does XY only approaches XX whenever TechnoGum is needed? Being a man that he is, and the guy that jumps at every girl that he isn't, he replied to ComSat and became the devil within. ComSat acknowledged his reply and wished him luck in saving the world's ass from total Pukemation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent XY was then promptly removed from the mission and sent to LameStuffPlanet to spend her entire life-leeching life far away from Agent XX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.. (The Final Battle of Pukedom)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-8156287642630661428?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/8156287642630661428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=8156287642630661428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/8156287642630661428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/8156287642630661428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/11/conquering-your-inner-demons.html' title='Conquering Your Inner Demons'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</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/_ssFvyCFubkQ/SS946xeQ6EI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Fqy3-TV2GX8/s72-c/animeeyelids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-886395814327761659</id><published>2008-11-24T22:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:23:56.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>What has the world come to? That I am supposed to tank the damage for you..? Please.. I cant even save myself.. Tell me HOW ON EARTH do I tank the damage for you?? You are not even the most crucial team member.. Let alone you are just another pub.. So tell me why, give me a f**king good reason why should I tank the damage? Please don't think so highly of yourself.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THIS really isn't how the world works.. I wish you good luck in your future endeavors and I sincerely wish that you will find someone who is willing to tank the damage for you.. I will be really glad and happy for you, honestly.. Kthxbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**EDIT**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I forget.. Goodbye my friend, I vow never to invite you for games again.. Unless, of cause, its either your treat or you ask me sincerely and I am in a good mood. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Kiro, The Unwilling Tanker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Final EDIT***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a chat with my ally, I realised how much you have actually leeched from me and how differently you treated me after I let you leech, be it gold or exp. I guess enough is enough. Seriously, this is no way to treat an ally. I kept thinking it through and through and I couldn't make sense of why the drastic difference of before and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact that you, yes you, are just a bloody leecher. After you leech one dry and don't need his assistance anymore, you just move on to another. I'm sorry if this isn't the truth. But it is what appears to be. To me, at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, "Good bye to you my trusted friend." (Imagine terry jack's version)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-886395814327761659?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/886395814327761659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=886395814327761659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/886395814327761659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/886395814327761659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-2968687953869189114</id><published>2008-11-20T11:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:02:09.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Point</title><content type='html'>The point is that no matter how much you try to break a stone with an egg, you will never succeed. No matter how you try to stop the rain from falling, you will never succeed either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when destiny reveals a chance, a fragment of a percent, that you are able to succeed, you keep trying till you do. But what if.. What if destiny is just fooling you? What if there is never a chance for success? What if destiny just enjoy looking at you keep trying to succeed, though knowing that you never will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you start thinking to yourself, after so many attempts, is it just you? Is it just you, holding on to a tiny glimmer of hope? Thinking that you will be that lucky person to finally succeed. The longer you keep attempting at this impossible task, the more you start feeling stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just when you have decided to give up, destiny reveals yet another glimmer of hope to you.. Then you start thinking, should I continue being stupid and try? Or mature like a man and move on from this fairytale? Knowing that there may never be light at the end of the tunnel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if you had put in too much effort and resources that if you give up, it would all go down the drain? Then would it be feasible to just continue inputting resources without ever knowing whether would it bear fruits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions that you ask yourself, can be answered by yourself. By either a Yes or a No. But the point is, you can never really see the big picture, when your in the picture itself, isn't it? Half your mind is hoping for success, while the other half knows that this is just a worthless investment with really no profits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you are here. Wishing that someone might point you in the right direction, though at the same time, you don't know where are you headed for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. I've tried my best to let go of you. But I don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-2968687953869189114?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/2968687953869189114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=2968687953869189114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/2968687953869189114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/2968687953869189114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/11/point.html' title='The Point'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-2605994810767791657</id><published>2008-11-06T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:15:24.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SK8TER BOI FTW!!!</title><content type='html'>Level 1 (90% exp)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-2605994810767791657?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/2605994810767791657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=2605994810767791657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/2605994810767791657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/2605994810767791657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/11/sk8ter-boi-ftw.html' title='SK8TER BOI FTW!!!'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-3346927751240093518</id><published>2008-11-04T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:19:38.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>A-Lvl : 18th Nov&lt;br /&gt;O-lvl : 13th Nov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-3346927751240093518?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3346927751240093518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=3346927751240093518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/3346927751240093518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/3346927751240093518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/11/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-1256218920171737917</id><published>2008-07-16T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:33:09.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See</title><content type='html'>BORED! FREAKING BORED.. projects rushing in and my mood is -50% T_T found this pretty intresting vid.. kept me thinking.. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJbwc4wm5Y0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJbwc4wm5Y0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking song brought back memories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnMdLVuVL1Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnMdLVuVL1Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-1256218920171737917?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1256218920171737917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=1256218920171737917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/1256218920171737917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/1256218920171737917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time No See'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-1196160521949404823</id><published>2008-06-09T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:53:39.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woots</title><content type='html'>Off to torture camp.. Monday to Wednesday. Don't miss me people. Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-1196160521949404823?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1196160521949404823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=1196160521949404823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/1196160521949404823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/1196160521949404823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/06/woots.html' title='Woots'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-3615961741561438804</id><published>2008-06-07T07:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T07:47:31.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay</title><content type='html'>I think this post should win the most anticipated blog post award. Lols. Like billions of people have been asking me to update. Well done, Kiro. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all.. EXAMS ARE OVER!! Marking the end of torture week. Hah!! Don't really have confidence for the last paper.. =_= Totally lost my mood to mug after I screwed up B-Lol a little.. Oh well.. On the day of the last paper, I'm like. Screw this. Just let me fail so I can go shopping with my chums. Haha.. This reminds me.. I am not a lady for christ's sakes!! =_= Well done, Tycoon.. And san1 ge4 ZHU1 pi2 jiang4 ding3 ge4 zhu ge liang!!!!! I AM CORRECTTTTT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to think of it, This is my earliest blog post ever! Lol.. Went drinking at Hato's house after the shopping spree last night.. And I got owned =( Im the one wanting to do the shopping and Hato ended up buying more.. T.T Oh well.. My sense of fashion is erm.. As blind as a mole? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a good way to end my torture week. Haha. Since my hair's dry now, I shall go back to slumberland. Thanks for tuning in, folks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-3615961741561438804?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3615961741561438804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=3615961741561438804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/3615961741561438804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/3615961741561438804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay.html' title='Yay'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-3429027980466600093</id><published>2008-05-31T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:03:17.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do or not to do?</title><content type='html'>yes or no? up or down? left or right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-3429027980466600093?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3429027980466600093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=3429027980466600093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/3429027980466600093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/3429027980466600093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-or-not-to-do.html' title='do or not to do?'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-1032629799490923343</id><published>2008-05-11T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:45:29.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh.. Anyone missing me?</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. After like 2 weeks of inactivity, I AM BACK!! Ok.. As all of you devoted bloggees (as opposed to blogger), particularly yingy, is complaining about my blog not being updated, I shall now do my best to recall my memories from the darkest abyss of my mind. As the things I try to remember are not in chronological order, please do not question me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO THE GUYS!! I'M SO SORRY!! EVEN THOUGH I'M THE ONE WHO CRAVED FOR SOCCER AND PLANNED TO PLAY SOCCER, I DID NOT TURN UP!! I THOUGHT BA_COMM WAS GONNA END LIKE 12? AND IT DRAGGED TILL 2PM.. SO SORRY!! Overall had a great day with the CHUMS!! LOL! Durians r pwnz!! but just that there isn't enough to go around.. :( more durians gatherings next time!! wahaha!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YIK CHEUNG!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YIK CHEUNG!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO...~~ haha and oh!! tomorrow is mother's day!! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS!! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS!! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL...~~ LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. ohhh..!! MY POEM GOT ME 12/15 points!! thats like tied for the highest score in my class!! BUT!! total of 15/30 for total =_+ DAMN THAT B*TCH!! bloody hell!! i would have gladly done that freaking poem analysis!! f*ck you!! bloody hell!! analysis you went to edit it into another poem..!! thanks huh!! for reducing all our group member's marks to sh*t!! bleh! w/e! not even a core module..! i will gladly pwn ur ass in the total marks!! oh and bloody hell got 2 marks deducted because i did not hand it in with my marksheet. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently i suck at sports =( i'm like the first to lose in the game of bullet =_=!! damn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, maybe its just me but i've gotten a little emo these days.. like.. how do i phrase it? errm.. everyone's like starting to find their soul mates and i've yet to find mine.. like i believe that amongst this 6,671,226,000 individuals on Earth, there is surely someone for me, but WHERE and WHEN? lol.. okay.. after spitting it out, it feels better.. a little. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh.. and recently my dad was like dissing me off =_= e.g. quoted: "now i know why you study business. so that you can play games everyday because they don't give alot of homework." and many more which i can't and don't want to remember.. =_= like what is your problem old dude?! did i do anything to offend you?? all i do is turn on my computer when i reach home and you're shooting at me like a target practice!! ah damn.. having grudges within a family won't breed no harmony.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to myself: DO NOT DIS YOUR KIDS WHEN YOU BECOME A FATHER!!&lt;br /&gt;                LOVE THEM LIKE YOU LOVE YOUR WIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;                GIVE THEM THE BEST YOU CAN GIVE!!&lt;br /&gt;                NEVER LET THEM SUFFER LIKE HOW YOU DID!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i know thats a little early but oh well..!! in case i forget in the future, i can always refer..!! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored and tired..!! goodnight y'alls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-1032629799490923343?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1032629799490923343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=1032629799490923343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/1032629799490923343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/1032629799490923343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/05/ohh-anyone-missing-me.html' title='Ohh.. Anyone missing me?'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-663118435053496132</id><published>2008-04-27T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:28:23.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny yet challenging maze game!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.kensavage.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/maze-game.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.kensavage.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/maze-game.swf" menu="false" quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="400" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kensavage.com/index.php/archives/category/gaming/"&gt;play flash games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-663118435053496132?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/663118435053496132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=663118435053496132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/663118435053496132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/663118435053496132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-yet-challenging-maze-game.html' title='Funny yet challenging maze game!!'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-4758168170947766027</id><published>2008-04-27T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:34:13.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JabbaWockeeZ-ed!!!!!</title><content type='html'>UBER COOL DANCE VID!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLv1N_O-Mjw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLv1N_O-Mjw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyoVVRF4QYc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyoVVRF4QYc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH AND ENJOY GETTING JABBAWOCKEEZED!! :) Like me!! hahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-4758168170947766027?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/4758168170947766027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=4758168170947766027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/4758168170947766027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/4758168170947766027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/04/jabbawockeez-ed.html' title='JabbaWockeeZ-ed!!!!!'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-1871734803908461662</id><published>2008-04-22T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:22:48.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>Okay, as you know, society these days are fast-paced. And in order to save some time in the restroom, I have decided to embed this video in my blog post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzO1mCAVyMw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzO1mCAVyMw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 10 minutes well spent, I should expect at least a slight increase in the time spent from all you who read my post! :D Cheers! And I've noticed that the previous MV is unavailable anymore. I will try to find another video of it and post it as soon as I can (and remember). Life is pretty boring recently and so, this has spiced up my life, by a little. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-1871734803908461662?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1871734803908461662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=1871734803908461662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/1871734803908461662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/1871734803908461662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/04/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-4204503543899456409</id><published>2008-04-17T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:01:05.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a mood to blog.</title><content type='html'>How should I start? Uhh.. Alright, just a post to update about my "life" lol.. Not neccessary interesting though. This whole week has been a slack, not having tutorials and all. And I've gotta hand in my poem draft on next Monday. Gosh! I think it sucks. Here's a draft. Comments are welcomed. Flaming is out the door over there! --&gt; Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did the atmosphere overflow with tears and joy,&lt;br /&gt;    upon hearing the innocent cry fill the air.&lt;br /&gt;            And oh, were hearts melted,&lt;br /&gt;     beholding the sight of a precious smile.&lt;br /&gt;     And did the void within my heart vanish,&lt;br /&gt;        as my destiny intertwined with his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its too vague.. Gotta add more details but am lazy to do so.. Haha.. Today's BLAW lecture was suprisingly interesting. Haha.. About law and cases and stuffs. Maybe I'll mug every single law and become a lawyer in the future.. Haha! Especially No. 377 --&gt; Law against sexual penetration on corpse. INTERESTING HUH!! 378 is on animals!! ~.~ What the hell is wrong with society man.. Doing animals and dead bodies and stuffs.. Oh and maybe I'm going for the SCGS carnival this saturday. ZZ, vaguely remembered paying Jonathan $10 for this crap.. =_= and he's got no impression of it. So he's giving me the tickets. ANYONE INTERESTED IN GOING THERE WITH ME?!?! PLEASE FEEL FREE TO APPROACH ME!! I DON'T WANA GO THERE ALONE!! =_=!! And Jonathan said he's going with his girlfriend =_= so probably I will be left alone with Johnathan.. =_= Darn.. Didn't expect this to happen.. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.. Hope that its gonna be a "fruitful" trip.. ~_~ thats all for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. And something for u all to enjoy.. Haha. Enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioz8jBo5Pdc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioz8jBo5Pdc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is a spoof of the original MV.. Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pU_pzMafqdE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pU_pzMafqdE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-4204503543899456409?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/4204503543899456409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=4204503543899456409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/4204503543899456409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/4204503543899456409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-mood-to-blog.html' title='Finally a mood to blog.'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-967134041900899649</id><published>2008-04-06T03:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T04:11:59.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES TODAY OWN MY BOSS</title><content type='html'>LOL PWNZ HIM!! Ask me prioritise picking up food then i neglect setting table still want to scold me?! shouted back that no one don't does the pick up and that i was told to prioritise picking!! of cause he had nothing to say so he outlet his anger at the kitchen! lol! oh well.. feel like quitting after this coming week! last week of holidays and i didnt realise it!! OMG had to work my ass off man.. zzz.. darn it!! i feel like telling a lie that im going overseas or some crap so that i can skip this week.. z_z oh and ***EDIT*** thanks to those who came and support me or rather, watch me suffer!! haha seeya on sunday though i know no one reads this lol!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-967134041900899649?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/967134041900899649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=967134041900899649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/967134041900899649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/967134041900899649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/04/yes-today-own-my-boss.html' title='YES TODAY OWN MY BOSS'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-6204011616056971555</id><published>2008-03-31T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:47:03.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YAY!! Broke the OWNED SPREE!!</title><content type='html'>Had the day off for both Sundae and Mondae! Haha! Long story short say, woke up, went to church, met jin for lunch, met joyce to do homework, ate pastamania or should I say cheezamania, went home, played, slept, woke on Monday, today, played and played and played and ate dinner and played and played and decided to blog halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story long say, I woke up at 9am I guess.. And went to church. So tired the previous night that I decided to take a nap during sermon. Lucky no one saw!! I hope.. After church, Jet headed home first leaving me behind. =( Asked Bernice whether she want to meet Joyce together for lunch but since she gotta take care of her little brother, it was a no. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to meet up with Jin and had lunch together. Stoned for a while at his home and got owned by the 2x2x2 rubik's! =( Met up with Joyce at Lot 1. Ate a little, watch the 2 JC Nerds do their mugging and played games on my mobile phone. Headed to Pastamania for my supercheezyweezy Spaghetti Bolognese.. WOO HOO!! BANZAI CHEEZE!! Headed home. Then chatted a little with Joyce on MSN and ended up making her spat water on her worksheet!! Played and lost a few matches then went to have my VICTORY SLEEP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOKE UP AT 12PM the next day!! Ate nasi lemak for Brunch!! (Breakfast+Lunch) played a little more, actually quite alot. Had dinner, played somemore and ended up posting this crap haha!! Oh!! AND FOR THOSE PEOPLE OR RATHER SOME PERSON THAT DOESN'T WANT TO WATCH THE VIDEO THAT I TOLD THEM TO, HERE IT IS!!! 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Broke the OWNED SPREE!!'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-189660743825855713</id><published>2008-03-30T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:03:15.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALRIGHT DUDES!! UNEXPECTED OWNED X99999</title><content type='html'>GG!! AND I THOUGHT JETHRO WAS GONNA ACCOMPANY ME THROUGH HELL TODAY =_= when i reached.. it was like HOLY CRAP WTF IS UP WITH THIS MOB SO EARLY IN THE DAY!!! and then the crowd maintain its length throughout the night until the shop closes =_+ like wtf is botak jones food so great?! hahahass... after working there for like 2-3 weeks im sick and tired of it.. =_= haha.. Great and i ended work at 12am.. with a headache.. =_= oh well gonna go nurse me back to health.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-189660743825855713?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/189660743825855713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=189660743825855713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/189660743825855713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/189660743825855713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/03/alright-dudes-unexpected-owned-x99999.html' title='ALRIGHT DUDES!! UNEXPECTED OWNED X99999'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-7636687715492752686</id><published>2008-03-27T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:01:50.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALRIGHT!! UBER OWNED AND PISSED OFF TODAY!!! OWNED X9999</title><content type='html'>Ok. Here it goes and I'm gonna type it in caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOKE UP AT 9AM TO GO TO SOME COUNTRY CLUB AT BALESTIER ROAD FOR MY BOTAK JONES TRAINING. LATE FOR 1 HR. MEANS I WASTED 2HR TRAVELLING. AND TO MAKE MATTERS WORST. I REALISED THERES 985 THERE. OK STOP. THERES MORE TO COME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REACHED BOTAK JONES (BATOK) AT 5PM. ROLE : DISHWASHER. WAS RATHER HAPPY CAUSE ITS QUITE SLACK AT FIRST. AND THEN THE PLATES STARTED SNOWBALLING AND WOO HOO!! IM LIKE 1HR BEHIND EVERYONE. HOW GREAT IS THAT. OK STOP. MOVING ON..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REACHED HOME AT 12AM. WAS SMSING MY FRIEND WHEN I REALISED THERE'S NO RECEPTION IN MY PHONE. ALRIGHT SO I WAIT. 20MIN PASSED AND SAME THING. I ASKED ALL MY FRIENDS ON MSN AND THEY HAD NOTHING WRONG. SO I CALLED THE 24HR HOTLINE AND WAITED FOR 8MIN AND STILL NO ONE PICKED UP THE CALL.. OK THATS A GOOD WAY TO END A NIGHT HUH.. SO I SENT M1 MY COMPLAINT EMAIL. HOPE THEY ENJOY IT AND GIVE ME SOME BETTER QUALITY SERVICE NEXT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGRY AND PISSED OFF...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-7636687715492752686?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/7636687715492752686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=7636687715492752686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/7636687715492752686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/7636687715492752686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/03/alright-uber-owned-and-pissed-off-today.html' title='ALRIGHT!! UBER OWNED AND PISSED OFF TODAY!!! OWNED X9999'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-742016651617062904</id><published>2008-03-24T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T10:29:14.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha, the long awaited Owned x400 and x500 in 1 which is the X600!!!</title><content type='html'>Owned x600 part I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've got stm and I cant remember what did I do on Saturday.. Haha.. What I remembered was, there was this guy by the name of Staryl I think.. Allegedly, he is a chef and he is looking at how Botak Jones prepare their meals. The comments he gave me were as follow: That is the shortcut way of grilling a chicken (or something like it). Their rib-eyes look overcooked, so are their patty. Haha, that I agree.. As I was eating my Cajun Chicken (Staff Meal) just now, I noticed this bitter taste of charred meat in my mouth.. =( Guess Bukit Batok Branch isn't the better branch. Oh well, back to topic. He asked for my name and told me a bunch of things of how to check whether your steak is well done or not. He also said he would bring his fiancee and his family to visit me.. LOL!! We'll see.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done - Use the pointed tip of the knife and poke it into the steak, draw it out and check for blood stain. Blood stains should stick to the knife and be dry/charred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare - Blood stains should be wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcooked - Skin should look black. Lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owned x600 Part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went church, go jurong watch Step Up 2 the Streets, go kfc eat, go work, got owned, came home, play dota, sleep. Alright, feeling a little lazy and sleepy right now.. That's all for today.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off and drifting into dreamland..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-742016651617062904?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/742016651617062904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=742016651617062904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/742016651617062904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/742016651617062904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/03/haha-long-awaited-owned-x400-and-x500.html' title='Haha, the long awaited Owned x400 and x500 in 1 which is the X600!!!'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-5335821003660875955</id><published>2008-03-22T01:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:05:24.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owned x300</title><content type='html'>SERIOUS PWNAGE TODAY =_+ LOL!! Yes... The work is increasingly tougher and harder to kill.. Now need get at least a DR to inflict damage.. Haha!! And so my rotten day started out like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am - Woke up and attended church with Jet for Good Friday.. Slept at the sermon when they were passing the bread and red water.. ZOMG SO PAISEH CAN =_+ I bet everyone was staring at me.. =( Then went off to LUNCH at Westmall with the couple, Jethro &amp;amp; Joyce, and another lightbulb mate, Bernice. HAHA!! AND I CAN FINISH THOSE 2 PUNY FRIES!!! ALL I DID WAS SHOW THEM MERCY!! Muahaha.. The mussels really not bad though.. Lol!! Thanks Joyce!! Unlike Jethro who's so selfish and only gave me a fry =(.. BOO!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1-2 O'clock - Serious stoning was done at Westmall man.. Lol!! Pwned the couple in Air Hockey 10-7 =) And more stoning was done until we decided to go lame at the country club opposite West Mall.. Lol.. Kinda forgot the score at the pool but I think it was close to a draw.. Haha.. Better luck next time to pwn Jet =p Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm - We reached Botak Jones Bukit Batok after walking from the country club and thought that I could finally do something productive when we realised that they do not have extra shirts for us to wear =_= so we had to go to Jet's house to get them and pangseh-ed the 2 girls lol!! And so they left halfway while waiting.. Haha.. Alright, here comes the real ownage part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm - We started working. Looks like there's very little people eating here huh.. So slack.. And then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-9pm - Pwnage crowd.. The queue was so long it stretched till the pavements beside the road.. GG PWNT!! ARMAGEDDON!! APOCALYPSE NOW!! And so my poor feet got abused by tonight's work.. One day, I will reward them to some real good Thai massage when I grow up.. Haha!! I mean when I earn enough money.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12am - Reached home and finally, its time to relax!! Until I remembered that I have to work the next day from 5-10.. =_= Another day of hell and another day for the post of Owned x400.. Stay tuned.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off and drifting into dreamland.. GOODNIGHT AND BB YALLS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-5335821003660875955?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5335821003660875955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=5335821003660875955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/5335821003660875955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/5335821003660875955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/03/owned-x300.html' title='Owned x300'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-5897546746473028247</id><published>2008-03-21T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:13:09.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owned x200</title><content type='html'>Lol.. Double owned compared to yesterday.. Haha.. Woke up at 12pm then decided to have my lunch at Botak Jones since its free.. BUT NOOO... I have to wait.. So from 3pm, I waited till 5pm.. IMAGINE MY HUNGER!!! A hungry Kiro is an angry Kiro!! REMEMBER THAT!! DO NOT STARVE ME.. FEED ME REGULARLY!! AND IN LARGE PORTIONS PLEASE..!!! So I ordered a large Fish 'n' Chips with coleslaw changed to fries. JETHRO, I CAN FINISH IT OKAY!! I JUST DIDN'T FELT LIKE EATING THEM!! And so, bloated, I continued my work. And all was well, serving and setting the tables until..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, in a galaxy far, far away..&lt;br /&gt;Teletubbies come to play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY TOLD ME TO DO THE DISHES.. GG PWNT!! NOOO NIGHTMARE!! APOCALYSPE!! ARMAGEDDON!! AHHH!!!! And so I got myself stinky and smelling like a Treant.. =( ZOMG I HATE VEGGIES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then theres Wil, the biggest pervert of the century!! Haha!! Lucky he doesn't have my blog else I'd be killed!! LOL!! And he was like eyeing this colleague, Esther, saying she's cute and such.. Blah blah blah.. You know men, they talk like they know everything.. LOL!! IM A KID, SO IT DOESN'T APPLY TO ME!! MUAHAHA... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had Italian Hawt Dawg takeaway for my last rip-off for the day (and forever) =) including a bottle of 1.5litre of mineral water.. :D TOMORROW I WILL BE AT BUKIT BATOK!!! SUPPORT ME PLEASE!! HAHA!! But I think no one's reading this.. Unless they dream of me writing my blog now.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know my post today is short.. But some things are meant to be short and SWEET :D lol!! Okay, signing off and drifting into dreamland once again.. :D GOODNIGHT PEEPO..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-5897546746473028247?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5897546746473028247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=5897546746473028247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/5897546746473028247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/5897546746473028247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/03/owned-x200.html' title='Owned x200'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-3525097561371839396</id><published>2008-03-20T02:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:06:58.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owned x100</title><content type='html'>Haha. So you think I will be happy getting a job. Lol. Well, I won't use the word happy cause that's not exactly how I feel. Hmm.. More of the feeling of being owned? If you get my drift. Haha. Alright, so the story goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up 12am, ate lunch, watch drama and went to Choa Chu Kang to take an MRT ride to Braddell. Haha. How nostalgic it felt when I went out of Exit C from Braddell MRT Station. Remembering the times when I was still a kid and frequently visit my aunt who used to live there.. Haha.. Those were the times when you don't have to worry about life.. Just play hard, eat hard and sleep hard.. Haha.. Anyways, her family now moved to Choa Chu Kang, so YAY!! It's nearer to my house. Haha!! Alright, let's not sway from the story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then some tribal retards decided to do the rain dance to piss me off again.. Yes. It rained HARD. And I believe there are holes in my umbrella though I can't see them. I got wet even though I was under my umbrella. How ironic. Haha. Then we arrived at the store. We were told to read the menu. And so we did. Half an hour later, we asked them what are we supposed to do. Alright! Read the menu again! That's so productive!! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5, we got rather hungry and so I asked for a break. Yays! 30 min break!! So I queued up at Botak Jones to order my Fish 'n' Chips and Jethro's Stuffed Jalapenos (or something like it). Haha. As for Fish 'n' Chips, most of you should know what it is. Haha. As for the Stuffed Jalapenos, it's basically a real hot brazillian chilli with its insides dug out and filled with piping hot mozarella cheese.. YUMMY!! And REAL HOT TOO!!! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the staff there asked me what do I want to eat. I repeated my order and he said, "Stuffed Jalapenos not included in the staff meal. you wana pay for it?".. ZOMG!!! I was above cloud 9. Haha.. In the end I got my Fish 'n' Chips for free!! WOOOO!!! HOOO!!! FREEEE!!! BANZAI FOR BOTAK JONES!!! Haha.. And so Jet ordered the Botak Burger. Including the Jalapenos. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 3 hours of enjoyment, it's time to sweat. Haha. We were though how to set a table, wash the dishes and recognizing the table positions. And so, setting up the tables goes like.. Chilli and Ketchup goes with all BUT Salads, Mustard goes with all BUT Fish 'n' Chips, Vinegar goes only with Fish 'n' Chips, HP steak sauce goes only with Ribeyes and Lamb Chops lastly, Horseradish goes with Bread-related meals like Burgers, Hot Dawgs and Sandwiches. Haha. For the sake of remembering it, I've decided to put this on my blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I got posted to help out at the bar. Yes, they've got a bar. And apparently, the Bukit Batok Outlet has one too but I don't see it even though I've been there twice. Hmm.. I guess I need to farm for some Sentry Wards.. :D Haha.. Get it? No? Too bad!! :p And so I begin my journey into a stressed and yet interesting environment. I'm supposed to help out my colleague, Tommy, yet it seems like he's the one ending up doing all the stuffs. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a klutz and I broke a Hoegadden Pint. OMG =_=!! It's because the freezer powered off the previous night and all the ice melted and then froze again at the bottom, making the pints and jug stucked. So, trying my luck, I twisted the pints and managed to get them out. Feeling smart and "accomplished", I pulled a little more and DANG!! IT BROKE!! Like am I that strong?!?! Luckily, Tommy took the blame for me!! GOD BLESS HIM!! Haha.. Then I also pissed off a supposedly regular customer who is also a friend of the boss.. OMG!! I'm afraid I may not have to report to work again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so.. I began to emo my way till the end of the night.. Haha.. Ended at about 10.30pm and yet again, I GET A FREE MEAL!! WOO HOO!! So this time I got the Botak Burger. But I think I ate it a little too late, the beef became dry and the fries turned soggy. =( Oh wells, that's what you get when you take food home.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=THE END=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT!! Haha.. And so Daniel was like pestering me about my day.. And so here it is.. READ IT PLEASE.. DON'T WASTE MY EFFORT!! HAHA!! Now you know why I told you to read on my blog.. Isn't it a little tooooooo long to be on msn? ;) Alright, signing off and drifting into dreamland.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-3525097561371839396?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3525097561371839396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=3525097561371839396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/3525097561371839396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/3525097561371839396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/03/owned-x100.html' title='Owned x100'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-7885058366451213829</id><published>2008-03-17T12:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:19:37.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not emo anymore lol!!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Got my job at Botak Jones, Bukit Batok branch. Haha. Going for my "training" at Toa Payoh this wednesday and I can officially start work!! Haha, come support me when I start working there!! :D Jethro will also be working with me, so double YAYS! Haha. And finally it stopped raining!! Thanks to all the people who decided to stop doing the rain dance haha! Watched Rule #1. Nice! Not as scary as Ju-on or The Grudge, else I seriously won't be able to sleep! And its action-packed enough for a ghost story. :D haha. Almost couldn't sleep last night, cause whenever I close my eyes I slowly picture the gruesome faces in my mind haha.. Oh well, thinking of happy memories will be my passport to dreamland :D Thats about all for now haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Edit**&lt;br /&gt;And it's the first I ever encounted a hardware malfunction in a movie theatre haha!! Somewhere near the ending the movie suddenly stopped and they started playing songs.. haha and I was like I want the credits!! I demand a refund!! Like 3/4 of the crowd left and then they resumed the show.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-7885058366451213829?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/7885058366451213829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=7885058366451213829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/7885058366451213829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/7885058366451213829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-emo-anymore-lol.html' title='Not emo anymore lol!!'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-6484850805055217388</id><published>2008-03-14T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:38:35.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO</title><content type='html'>Lol!! Ok this is my first EMO POST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the prince returned to the castle at 9:45pm. The queen asked where did the prince go. The prince replied truthfully, he went hunting with his friend. The queen was upset because the prince did not attend economics lesson with the elders and decided to go hunting deers with his friend. The queen then continued watching magical pictures move within a big black box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The castle gates opened and in came the king. The king hurried to the prince's royal room and inquired about his economics lesson for the day. As the king was speaking in a rather angry tone, the prince decided to lie and said he studied a chapter for the day. Furious, the king reprimanded his royal son, why should you study only a chapter when you have the whole day to study 5 chapters. After giving his son a lecture of time management, he left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prince was very upset and wondered. He will have all the time in the world to study economics after he finish his knight's training. Why can't he relax and enjoy the time and youth he has now? The prince kept pondering over this sentence for the whole night. And finally decided that he would go and study more chapters of economics the next day with the company of a few of his friends, in a bid to appease his parents and remove the burden of running the kingdom on his father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-6484850805055217388?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/6484850805055217388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=6484850805055217388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/6484850805055217388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/6484850805055217388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/03/emo-emo-emo-emo-emo-emo-emo-emo-emo-emo.html' title='EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-3186099829288776567</id><published>2008-03-13T13:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:57:01.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN RAIN GO AWAY</title><content type='html'>Rain rain go away, come again another day.&lt;br /&gt;Little Kiro wants to play, rain rain go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Stop doing the rain dance people!! Make the rain stop so that the sunshine kid can have his fun! Lol.. Ok, that is random but it totally relates to what my blog is about. :D RANDOMNESS.. Haha! Ok, time to get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that I want done is : Securing a job. I wish Botak Jones would call me. It's been like three days already.. :( Why I would like to work there is because firstly, ITS CLOSE TO JIN'S HOUSE!! Haha! NOT!! It's because its near, the pay is alright, i'm able to travel there after school reopens to work and last of all.. MY PARENTS ARE NAGGING AT ME TO GET A JOB!!&lt;br /&gt;-_-!! Omg.. Like its my responsibility to find a job.. Its the holidays man!! H-O-L-I-D-A-Y!! Its meant for relaxation and enjoyment after a semester's worth of hard work!! Like I won't have time to work after i graduate.. =_=!! Ok. STOP! No more emo posts.. Lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing I want done is : For the rain to stop!! YES!! Seriously!! Its ruining my mood!! I've got no motivation to get out of my house for some fresh air and I cant get to run at night!! I must win TK before he gets back from China!! Haha! I hope he's having fun there with the XMM's he knew from the bonding camps!! Haha!! Oh and I think he would be the last person on Earth to know that I have created a blog.. :D Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third thing I want done is: For this holiday to end!! Like this holiday doesn't feel like holiday to me!! And I'm like wishing for school to start.. The first time in my life I actually missed going to school.. I think the sky's gonna fall real soon.. And pigs are gonna grow wings too!! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhhhhhhhh...... Going out soon bye!! Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-3186099829288776567?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3186099829288776567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=3186099829288776567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/3186099829288776567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/3186099829288776567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/03/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='RAIN RAIN GO AWAY'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-5344147852509946039</id><published>2008-03-11T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:37:50.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY THIS IS MY FIRST REAL POST</title><content type='html'>As you can see.. I have pretty lame posts in the past.. Well, luckily, those weren't real! Haha! They were for some lame crappy modules where the teacher doesn't even come to my blog to mark my posts. Instead she asks us to print it out and hand in to her.. Like whats the point in that huh?? Oh well.. Whats over is over.. Time to look ahead and not live in the past anymore haha.. better start the birth of a new blog with a new BANG! Okay. As you can see.. SINGAPORE IS RAINING ALL DAY LONG and that sucked. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. Okay that is another EMO post.. Gotta think positive!! Got it! The sun comes out after the rain stops! :D that should do.. Thats all for today folks! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-5344147852509946039?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5344147852509946039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=5344147852509946039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/5344147852509946039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/5344147852509946039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-this-is-my-first-real-post.html' title='OKAY THIS IS MY FIRST REAL POST'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-7810627298276552954</id><published>2008-01-04T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:21:19.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th post :D</title><content type='html'>I had a quarrel with my sister recently, it was over the use of the computer. Because the old computer broke down and have not yet been repaired, she wanted to borrow mine to edit her blog. However, I was using it to make last minute amendments for my presentation the next day. She started to ask in a louder and louder voice and in the end shouted at me. I couldn't concentrate on my work and so i stood up and gave her a scolding. Instead of feeling guilty, she continued grumbling about how i kept on hogging the computer and refused to let her use it. I then told her that I will let her use as soon as I finish my work yet she refused to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I chased her out of the room and locked out the room while I finish my work in peace. After a while, my mom came knocking on my door and demanded that I stop playing my game and let my sister use the computer to do her work. I was furious. I opened the door immediately and retorted that my sister was lying, I showed my mother the work I was doing and she turned around to start reprimanding my sister. My sister suddenly broke out in tears and I couldn't bear to see her cry so I told my mother it is alright and I will let her use the computer as soon as I finish my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother eventually stopped and went back into the kitchen to continue preparing dinner. My sister than came to me with teary eyes and thanked me for what I've done. I laughed it off and told her that I will be letting her use soon as I'm finishing my work. She smiled and went to watch television while I complete my work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-7810627298276552954?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/7810627298276552954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=7810627298276552954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/7810627298276552954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/7810627298276552954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/01/6th-post-d.html' title='6th post :D'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-6299872910180364995</id><published>2007-12-24T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:17:38.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th post :D</title><content type='html'>Today, I went out with one of my ex-schoolmate to shop for a christmas gift. We hadn't meet in a long time and felt that we may have a lot of things to chat about. Meeting her with her boyfriend was something which I wasn't expecting. Any way, I didn't feel that it would affect our outing much as I thought that I would just be focused on shopping for what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Takashimaya, we went to the top level where toys are sold. I was confused about which toy should I get for my 5 years old nephew. I asked my friend for a suggestion. However, she was busy chatting with her boyfriend and could not hear what I was saying. I repeated her name a few times before I got her attention and there was a slight upset look on her boyfriend's face. After a while of discussing, I felt that it would not be what my nephew would want, so we decided to look for clothes instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the clothes section, again, I was stucked between choosing a cargo pants or a pair of jeans as my taste in fashion wasn't really good. As I asked her again for opinion, the same thing that happened before happened again. This time I got flared up and started reprimanding her and her boyfriend. Her boyfriend couldn't take it and left first, leaving me and my friend alone. Cooling down, we went to The Coffee Bean to have a chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, it felt like such an ease talking to her without distractions. At the end of the day we bid farewell and thanked her for finally choosing a gift for me. I went home and reflected upon what happened today realised that it doesnt feel good to be ignored and I made sure from that moment on, I try my best not to let what happened today repeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-6299872910180364995?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/6299872910180364995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=6299872910180364995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/6299872910180364995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/6299872910180364995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2007/12/5th-post-d.html' title='5th post :D'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-8696869099380406317</id><published>2007-12-19T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:10:23.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th post :D</title><content type='html'>It was saturday and I was staying at home playing Dota with my secondary school classmates. It was an exciting match as we were all evenly skilled. At the crucial point where we were pushing into the enemy base, I lagged and got killed. The enemy gained the upperhand and they killed all my teammates. My friends were furious and started to spam lines and lines of vulgarities at me. I knew that it wasn't really my fault and yet I did not say a word as I was afraid that what I say might make things worse. In the end, we lost the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner the same day, I met up with the same friends whom played with me that afternoon. During dinner, one of my friend suddenly flared up and started hurling vulgarities at me. At first, I was puzzled at what was going on. Then I realised that it was about the game that afternoon. Being scolded at face to face is different from being scolded online. Unable to control, I shouted back and defend myself. I could feel the blood rush to my head. He raised his fists is a striking pose and that was when my other friends stood up and resisted him from doing whatever he was going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was furious and couldn't keep my calm. I went to the toilet to cool myself down. After spending some moment alone in deep thought, I realised that my friendship was on the line and that my friend just went through a breakup. Going back into the restaurant, I apologized to my friend hoping that it would appease him. Luckily, my other friends talked to him too and he managed to calm down too. We apologized to each other in the end and everything ended calmly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-8696869099380406317?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/8696869099380406317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=8696869099380406317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/8696869099380406317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/8696869099380406317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/12/4th-post-d.html' title='4th post :D'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-4245434934325389282</id><published>2007-12-06T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:10:54.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd post :D</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to school like any other days. Yet on this particular day, I was waiting for the day to end as I couldn't wait to join my secondary schoolmates for a movie which we had agreed upon. At the end of the day when I was about to leave class, one of my project groupmate called me to inform me that the powerpoint slides which I did on his computer the other day was corrupted. I was stunned for a moment and was frantically praying in my mind that this was just a prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my project groupmates and saw to my horror that the project which I sent them the other day was really corrupted and the file couldn't be opened, let alone be salvaged. I had an hour left before meeting my friends and I decided to rush out the project based on my memory. Half an hour passed, one hour passed. And the project has yet to be completed, I decided that I should give the movie a miss and concentrate on the current work at hand which was important and will affect my results tremendously if I do not do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called up my friends and told them I couldn't make it and why. They understood. Throughout the rest of the day, my group and I worked on the project frantically and finally managed to complete it at 9pm. All of us feeling hungry, decided to eat at a nearby hawker centre for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-4245434934325389282?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/4245434934325389282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=4245434934325389282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/4245434934325389282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/4245434934325389282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2008/01/3rd-post-d.html' title='3rd post :D'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-36247032027102057</id><published>2007-11-05T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:53:34.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd post :D</title><content type='html'>On my first lesson of Business Management, we had a round of introduction and jobs we had done before. On my turn, i introduced myself and elaborated on my job. There was this once where i worked at Toys'R'us at Orchard Road. And at times, I can see foreign chicks from nearby international schools at my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher then asked why didn't I make friends with them. I replied that I did not feel that i was in their league. My teacher immediately told me that I am a normal boy with nothing bad, so why do i feel bad about myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And upon hearing that I dwelled on that thought for a while and from then on I make sure that I do not look down on myself again, because if i do not even look up on myself, who else will? And my teacher then elaborated on self-esteem, saying that it is a very important tool for success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-36247032027102057?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/36247032027102057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=36247032027102057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/36247032027102057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/36247032027102057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2007/11/2nd-post-d.html' title='2nd post :D'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553382829553747538.post-6874103869898127981</id><published>2007-10-31T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:46:47.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post :D</title><content type='html'>As I walk into the classroom, new faces greeted me. Thinking its going to be another boring lesson, I sat on my desk and silently stared at the whiteboard. We started our introductions and ended the first lesson with more knowledge about the other classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On week 2, we had to take part in the class activities in groups of 5. The few of us seated near each other decided to join as a group. The games/class activities we took part in required us to work as a team, each of us had an important role to fulfill and that was when I began to become aware that if either one of us wasn't there, the team would not have been able to participate actively in the game.After the game, we decided to make this our permanent group for the rest of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lesson, we exchanged contacts and emails to further keep in touch with one another. Seems like LMS lesson isn't such a bad thing after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553382829553747538-6874103869898127981?l=kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/feeds/6874103869898127981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6553382829553747538&amp;postID=6874103869898127981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/6874103869898127981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553382829553747538/posts/default/6874103869898127981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiro-is-not-at.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-post-d.html' title='My First Post :D'/><author><name>kiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09256039508505286211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
