<?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-5986889584965980774</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:34:49.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our doubts are traitors, &amp; make us lose the good we often might win, by fearing to attempt</title><subtitle type='html'>Muhammad Taqif &amp;amp; Hai Qing&amp;#39;s Space</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tom-kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11521661673795685922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcCzY4U2DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z_bWQtV2x-o/S220/n787680505_6469918_1816770.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986889584965980774.post-6829529662679299038</id><published>2009-05-23T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:46:15.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Habits of Highly Successful Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A quotation from writer Anais Nin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the action stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/Shbe7aBE1EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JLGbh6Oz-So/s1600-h/balance_a_by_seafoodmwg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338699520471782466" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/Shbe7aBE1EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JLGbh6Oz-So/s200/balance_a_by_seafoodmwg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Maintain your hormonal balance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you moody, exhausted, irritable, or sad? Check your hormones. If they’re out of whack, then you’ll struggle to be successful! Make sure you’re getting enough protein and vitamins, and decrease your refined sugars and carbohydrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShbfJO_-uKI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fx3sDuqZSnQ/s1600-h/forgive_yourself_by_smile_beautiful89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338699758032566434" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShbfJO_-uKI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fx3sDuqZSnQ/s200/forgive_yourself_by_smile_beautiful89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Forgive yourself for your mistakes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly successful women don’t obsess or feel guilty about past choices or failures. They make mistakes, move on, and apply what they’ve learned to new situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adbrite.com/mb/commerce/purchase_form.php?opid=1181655&amp;amp;afsid=1" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Connect with who you are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a daughter, wife, or mother is one aspect of your life. It doesn’t define who you are as a woman. To connect with who you are, find and express your authentic self. The more authentic you are, the more appealing you’ll be to others - and to yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Avoid energy vampires.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel drained or sad after spending time with a particular friend, coworker, or relative? Limit the time you spend with him or her. Note how you feel after visiting with a certain person; if you feel energized and happy, then you’re in good company. Highly successful women choose their companions wisely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/Shbksc6YysI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RaUG_079QVU/s1600-h/Love_Yourself_by_redheadgirl32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338705860620765890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/Shbksc6YysI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RaUG_079QVU/s200/Love_Yourself_by_redheadgirl32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Speak kindly to yourself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you beat yourself up for being overweight, a “bad” mom, or not exercising enough, you just create a downward spiral. Highly successful women remind themselves of their achievements and successes. They refuse to tell themselves negative things; they accept themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShbgrjXX-sI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wjTugNEODgg/s1600-h/listen_with_your_body_by_okinowa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338701447126579906" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShbgrjXX-sI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wjTugNEODgg/s200/listen_with_your_body_by_okinowa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Listen to your body.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Oprah Winfrey say this about 10 years ago: listen to what your body is telling you. Are you emotionally hungry or physically hungry? Feed yourself properly. Are you sad, furious, or depressed? Follow your body’s cues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Volunteer your time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find something that takes you out of your comfort zone or that you love to do. You’ll feel great that you’re helping others out - and volunteering directly improves your physical health. Highly successful women step out of their comfort zones and takes risks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShbjPMQV2tI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fsTPtZGZ1Jk/s1600-h/let_yourself_go_by_lullacrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338704258421611218" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShbjPMQV2tI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fsTPtZGZ1Jk/s200/let_yourself_go_by_lullacrie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Let go of perfectionism.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strive to do your best, but let go of perfectionist tendencies. Accepting that you’re doing the best you can is a habit of highly successful women. Letting go of perfectionism is vitamins and exercise for the soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Use your core strengths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a natural mathematician, writer, or party planner? Discover your core strengths by trying different things until you find what fits. To take risks and try new things, take short-term volunteer positions or volunteer for new projects at work or in your community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/Shbhe6UsnHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NVA4f5y9JNk/s1600-h/Take_Time_For_Yourself_by_VisualPoetress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338702329462692978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/Shbhe6UsnHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NVA4f5y9JNk/s200/Take_Time_For_Yourself_by_VisualPoetress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Take time for yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This habit for highly successful women is my favorite: take time to recharge your batteries and refuel your emotional, spiritual, and physical energy. Spend at least a few minutes alone each day - even if you have to lock yourself in the bathroom to do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986889584965980774-6829529662679299038?l=kintom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/feeds/6829529662679299038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986889584965980774&amp;postID=6829529662679299038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/6829529662679299038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/6829529662679299038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-habits-of-highly-successful-women.html' title='10 Habits of Highly Successful Women'/><author><name>Tom-kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11521661673795685922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcCzY4U2DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z_bWQtV2x-o/S220/n787680505_6469918_1816770.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/Shbe7aBE1EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JLGbh6Oz-So/s72-c/balance_a_by_seafoodmwg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986889584965980774.post-5094918229475774896</id><published>2009-05-21T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:59:31.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamed a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShRE-Obf2DI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WQ60_Qk0Aiw/s1600-h/Broken_Dream_by_ahermin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337967294156888114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShRE-Obf2DI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WQ60_Qk0Aiw/s320/Broken_Dream_by_ahermin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a time when men were kind&lt;br /&gt;When their voices were soft&lt;br /&gt;And their words inviting&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when love was blind&lt;br /&gt;And the world was a song&lt;br /&gt;And the song was exciting&lt;br /&gt;There was a time&lt;br /&gt;Then it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed a dream in time gone by&lt;br /&gt;When hope was high&lt;br /&gt;And life worth living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I dreamed that love would never die&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that God would be forgiving&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was young and unafraid&lt;br /&gt;And dreams were made and used and wasted&lt;br /&gt;There was no ransom to be paid&lt;br /&gt;No song unsung, no wine untasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tigers come at night&lt;br /&gt;With their voices soft as thunder&lt;br /&gt;As they tear your hope apart&lt;br /&gt;And they turn your dream to shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;He slept a summer by my side&lt;br /&gt;He filled my days with endless wonder&lt;br /&gt;He took my childhood in his stride&lt;br /&gt;But he was gone when autumn came&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;And still I dream he'll come to me&lt;br /&gt;That we will live the years together&lt;br /&gt;But there are dreams that cannot be&lt;br /&gt;And there are storms we cannot weather&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream my life would be&lt;br /&gt;So different from this hell I'm living&lt;br /&gt;So different now from what it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to this: Simply Beautiful (I dreamed a dream)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yt-IBJpEMzA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yt-IBJpEMzA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986889584965980774-5094918229475774896?l=kintom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/feeds/5094918229475774896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986889584965980774&amp;postID=5094918229475774896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/5094918229475774896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/5094918229475774896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-was-time-when-men-were-kind-when.html' title='I dreamed a dream'/><author><name>Tom-kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11521661673795685922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcCzY4U2DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z_bWQtV2x-o/S220/n787680505_6469918_1816770.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShRE-Obf2DI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WQ60_Qk0Aiw/s72-c/Broken_Dream_by_ahermin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986889584965980774.post-1654311864530513487</id><published>2009-05-19T00:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:57:13.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShGQJSwYclI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mwIII57q6rA/s1600-h/Fishing_with_Dad_by_nmajali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337205522738737746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShGQJSwYclI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mwIII57q6rA/s200/Fishing_with_Dad_by_nmajali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShGP9Gt538I/AAAAAAAAAG0/U06faXCrwwo/s1600-h/Dax__Fishing_by_Daxius.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShGPzILBatI/AAAAAAAAAGs/u9DPtIIURSI/s1600-h/P1140851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337205141940562642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShGPzILBatI/AAAAAAAAAGs/u9DPtIIURSI/s200/P1140851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always enjoyed fishing since I was young. My dad used to bring me out for fishing and we spent the whole afternoon adventuring at ‘Punggol end’. I remembered the ‘mini shop’ we stop by to get my all time favourite sweets &amp;amp; drinks, get into long-bus no. 82, set up our rods, walk along the whole stretch by the beach, stop one corner to fish and when the water rise just below our knee level; we know it’s time to get back if not we will have to swim across and that would be very dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that was back then, I’m turning 21 years old in 12 days! And I’m definitely not excited at all. Ha-ha!Am I? Am I really not excited at all?&lt;br /&gt;Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talking about fishing, we had fishing competition organized by my Aunties and Uncles last weekends. A total of 18 contestants participated and 31 rods were used. Each rod cost $2 and one person is entitled to as many as he/she wishes to. There will be 3 winners (wins cash money) and the rest, consolations prize. I had a lot of fun, seriously, but I thought it would be complete with all my family members were there as well as Bee; although he was one of the competitors, he didn’t last till the next morning at 10am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3rd prize winner (my brother); KELONG! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337209570945314178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShGT07gCrYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zKMZVpQaNBc/s200/P1140861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986889584965980774-1654311864530513487?l=kintom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/feeds/1654311864530513487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986889584965980774&amp;postID=1654311864530513487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/1654311864530513487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/1654311864530513487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-always-enjoyed-fishing-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom-kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11521661673795685922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcCzY4U2DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z_bWQtV2x-o/S220/n787680505_6469918_1816770.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/ShGQJSwYclI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mwIII57q6rA/s72-c/Fishing_with_Dad_by_nmajali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986889584965980774.post-4168354691650787796</id><published>2009-05-16T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:03:57.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The subte yarn of H O P E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/Sg2eQR8itRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1p2VZgn9Tis/s1600-h/the_subtle_yarn_of_hope___by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336095136036336914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/Sg2eQR8itRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1p2VZgn9Tis/s320/the_subtle_yarn_of_hope___by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see the subtle yarn of hope? Obviously not. She's looking for it. A lot of people in this world have lost their hope, have lost the subtle yarn of hope. But hope is one of the most important thing, it's the one that makes our dreams realized, it's the one that makes a smile on our lips, it's the one that makes our eyes glitter in the darkest of the nights. Take a spyglass and look for that, look for the subtle yarn of hope. Do not make it go away. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hope to Get Accepted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986889584965980774-4168354691650787796?l=kintom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/feeds/4168354691650787796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986889584965980774&amp;postID=4168354691650787796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/4168354691650787796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/4168354691650787796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/2009/05/subte-yarn-of-h-o-p-e.html' title='The subte yarn of H O P E'/><author><name>Tom-kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11521661673795685922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcCzY4U2DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z_bWQtV2x-o/S220/n787680505_6469918_1816770.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/Sg2eQR8itRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1p2VZgn9Tis/s72-c/the_subtle_yarn_of_hope___by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986889584965980774.post-514045165260160106</id><published>2009-05-14T23:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:31:28.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEAR &amp; HESISTANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgxDPCPK3lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/NhJPgLqNOR8/s1600-h/cd4bd88880ebe29cc6380fe811d880cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335713584104791634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgxDPCPK3lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/NhJPgLqNOR8/s320/cd4bd88880ebe29cc6380fe811d880cc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My past&lt;/strong&gt; few years have been spent walking by the side of a bottomless chasm, jumping from stone to stone. Sometimes, or shall I say, most of the times, I try to leave my narrow path and join the swirling mainstream of life, but I always find myself drawn inexorably back towards the chasm's edge. For as long as I can remember, I have suffered from a deep &lt;strong&gt;feeling&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;anxiety &lt;/strong&gt;which have affected many areas in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fCukiT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986889584965980774-514045165260160106?l=kintom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/feeds/514045165260160106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986889584965980774&amp;postID=514045165260160106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/514045165260160106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/514045165260160106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/2009/05/f-e-r-h-e-s-i-s-t-n-t-my-past-few-years.html' title='FEAR &amp; HESISTANT'/><author><name>Tom-kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11521661673795685922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcCzY4U2DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z_bWQtV2x-o/S220/n787680505_6469918_1816770.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgxDPCPK3lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/NhJPgLqNOR8/s72-c/cd4bd88880ebe29cc6380fe811d880cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986889584965980774.post-5812195469382246803</id><published>2009-05-12T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:12:23.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Man in My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SghcW8My5JI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FzaIwZH1DqY/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334615307807024274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SghcW8My5JI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FzaIwZH1DqY/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, the next man in my life;&lt;br /&gt;the other man would definately be my daddy. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be right here, waiting for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986889584965980774-5812195469382246803?l=kintom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/feeds/5812195469382246803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986889584965980774&amp;postID=5812195469382246803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/5812195469382246803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/5812195469382246803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-man-in-my-life.html' title='The Only Man in My Life'/><author><name>Tom-kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11521661673795685922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcCzY4U2DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z_bWQtV2x-o/S220/n787680505_6469918_1816770.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SghcW8My5JI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FzaIwZH1DqY/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986889584965980774.post-8765649432030852234</id><published>2009-05-11T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:00:11.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Direction In My Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SghZd-bPIsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/us_KyTDTgkI/s1600-h/4d4f0b8dd46206733bc3857803a50e88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334612130128667330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SghZd-bPIsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/us_KyTDTgkI/s320/4d4f0b8dd46206733bc3857803a50e88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It remains the same today, lingering on&lt;br /&gt;I hope I’m able to escape from this agony soon;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the burden together and be someone important &amp;amp; useful.&lt;br /&gt;I want to break the ice, break every single shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting; as always.&lt;br /&gt;I’m confusing you? I’m confused myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986889584965980774-8765649432030852234?l=kintom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/feeds/8765649432030852234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986889584965980774&amp;postID=8765649432030852234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/8765649432030852234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/8765649432030852234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-direction-in-my-future.html' title='No Direction In My Future'/><author><name>Tom-kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11521661673795685922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcCzY4U2DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z_bWQtV2x-o/S220/n787680505_6469918_1816770.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SghZd-bPIsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/us_KyTDTgkI/s72-c/4d4f0b8dd46206733bc3857803a50e88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986889584965980774.post-6234499518172468904</id><published>2009-05-11T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:11:21.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do it Another Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcJ37cfsLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nhfvxF6zcI4/s1600-h/_Do_It_Another_Way__by_Psychosomaticc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334243140098306226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcJ37cfsLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nhfvxF6zcI4/s320/_Do_It_Another_Way__by_Psychosomaticc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to feel contented&amp;amp; Happy,&lt;br /&gt;Like I used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I have to pretend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I failed to try,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never did anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986889584965980774-6234499518172468904?l=kintom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/feeds/6234499518172468904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986889584965980774&amp;postID=6234499518172468904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/6234499518172468904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/6234499518172468904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-it-another-way.html' title='Do it Another Way'/><author><name>Tom-kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11521661673795685922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcCzY4U2DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z_bWQtV2x-o/S220/n787680505_6469918_1816770.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcJ37cfsLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nhfvxF6zcI4/s72-c/_Do_It_Another_Way__by_Psychosomaticc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986889584965980774.post-2471682292608673882</id><published>2009-05-11T00:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:08:43.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcGDrLNC6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/A1XHkbxhzw8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334238943842732962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcGDrLNC6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/A1XHkbxhzw8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gambling with Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tangled &amp;amp; Disconsolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;F E A R.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986889584965980774-2471682292608673882?l=kintom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/feeds/2471682292608673882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986889584965980774&amp;postID=2471682292608673882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/2471682292608673882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/2471682292608673882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/2009/05/gambling-with-life-tangled-disconsolate.html' title='Life as it is'/><author><name>Tom-kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11521661673795685922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcCzY4U2DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z_bWQtV2x-o/S220/n787680505_6469918_1816770.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcGDrLNC6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/A1XHkbxhzw8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986889584965980774.post-6010424381025828635</id><published>2009-05-11T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:41:02.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation...and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986889584965980774-6010424381025828635?l=kintom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/feeds/6010424381025828635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986889584965980774&amp;postID=6010424381025828635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/6010424381025828635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986889584965980774/posts/default/6010424381025828635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kintom.blogspot.com/2009/05/staying-awake.html' title='Staying Awake'/><author><name>Tom-kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11521661673795685922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5avDZ8tcPI/SgcCzY4U2DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z_bWQtV2x-o/S220/n787680505_6469918_1816770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
