<?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-36392621</id><updated>2011-11-29T23:45:01.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LouisChin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louischin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louischin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LouisChin</name><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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36392621.post-3706507776992428835</id><published>2011-11-24T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T23:45:01.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-8012859880992380766" style="width: 686px; position: relative; "&gt;"Everybody’s changing and I don’t feel the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing too.&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If being good is to be a fool, then perhaps, a fool I was meant to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div   style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);  line-height: 18px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div   style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);  line-height: 18px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div   style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);  line-height: 18px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 30px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill- color:rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469);"&gt;P.s: "The world needs a bit more honesty; to others, to one another. But most importantly, to one's self."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.6; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36392621-3706507776992428835?l=louischin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/3706507776992428835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/3706507776992428835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louischin.blogspot.com/2011/11/everybodys-changing-and-i-dont-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>LouisChin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36392621.post-1110134817076859574</id><published>2011-11-21T23:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T01:15:10.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate feeling silly &amp;amp; stupid &amp;amp; deflated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate people looking at my poor presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I was always so nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate feeling so inferior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.s: I need to do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36392621-1110134817076859574?l=louischin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/1110134817076859574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/1110134817076859574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louischin.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-hate-feeling-silly-stupid-deflated.html' title=''/><author><name>LouisChin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36392621.post-4708057324196121623</id><published>2011-09-12T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:40:53.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes I do really feel that life is so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.s: Sigh.&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/36392621-4708057324196121623?l=louischin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/4708057324196121623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/4708057324196121623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louischin.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-i-do-really-feel-that-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>LouisChin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36392621.post-7539557618223329847</id><published>2011-08-19T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:02:29.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everything just go down ever since I bang the car. My savings are almost gone. Speculating the equity market is no child's play. I really hope that these are grindings that make me a better stock player. I have reflected and was really upset over the huge blow to me. I am really not focused in things I do. However, I believe that everything happens for a reason and I have become more prudent. I've learned to believe that hard work and study will get me where I want to go to, and I will have to adhere to that with sheer determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But after you get to a certain stage, it is necessary to discover the new you. You know, do not repeat too much of the same work, and you can have a breakthrough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.s: I want to succeed in things I do and not be a hopeless failure.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36392621-7539557618223329847?l=louischin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/7539557618223329847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/7539557618223329847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louischin.blogspot.com/2011/08/everything-just-go-down-ever-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>LouisChin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36392621.post-6777906966749885025</id><published>2011-07-24T23:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T22:48:57.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I felt a chill deep down my heart tonight. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.s: Inexplicable.&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/36392621-6777906966749885025?l=louischin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/6777906966749885025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/6777906966749885025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louischin.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-felt-chill-deep-down-my-heart-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>LouisChin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36392621.post-3542379662150537456</id><published>2011-06-26T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T20:19:49.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe this kind of thing, it's all wrong from the beginning. To people, I guess the feeling is like a descending graph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;P.s: Natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36392621-3542379662150537456?l=louischin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/3542379662150537456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/3542379662150537456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louischin.blogspot.com/2011/06/maybe-this-kind-of-thing-its-all-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>LouisChin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36392621.post-5858219167536311815</id><published>2011-06-22T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T00:12:10.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When can I stop using the word tired? Yes, I'm exhausted both physically and mentally. I think I need a break from the daily chores and have a good 48hours sleep. Sometimes I was wondering, why am I working so hard in my NS life, doing things behind the scene that people don't usually see or appreciate. I can just go to the doctor and ask for a few days mc just like many others. Seriously speaking, I am not motivated to do any of the stuff in the office anymore. I am just fulfilling my responsibilities and that's about it. I am tired already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am happy to see some of my best buddies blissfully with their loved ones. How much I envy them. =)) May god bless you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of all these kind of stuff already. These kind of stuff kind of pales a bit when you get older and disappointed when you see through what most girls are. I am a student afterall, can I please fucking focus for once and start opening up my notes this weekend? Exams around the corner and I am still totally clueless. I am too easily distracted and manipulated sometimes and it is something I should seriously look into. I seriously play around too much. Where is my time management? And I still dare to tell people I manage my time well. What loads of bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.s: I better reflect on myself.&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/36392621-5858219167536311815?l=louischin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/5858219167536311815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/5858219167536311815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louischin.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-can-i-stop-using-word-tired-yes-im.html' title=''/><author><name>LouisChin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36392621.post-6002804776755662700</id><published>2011-06-20T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:37:00.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even though I feel so god damn tired after army and attending half of the tutorial today, leaving off earlier for an early night. I am actually reminiscing those fond memories right now. Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.s: It was an outrageously sudden decision to go for ken's birthday celebration but it was indeed an unforgettable and enjoyable Saturday night. Thanks people who makes it happening, I hope everyone does enjoy the night as much as I do.&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/36392621-6002804776755662700?l=louischin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/6002804776755662700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/6002804776755662700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louischin.blogspot.com/2011/06/even-though-i-feel-so-god-damn-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>LouisChin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36392621.post-5239729152593495932</id><published>2011-06-17T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:37:24.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel awful everytime I'm bad at navigating. The feeling is just shitty. When can I seriously take a look at the map and remember every directions. I just can't be bothered. I know I will definitely regret not familiarising myself with this. I am seriously very tired everyday, very very tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.s: Maybe, maybe after I finish my army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36392621-5239729152593495932?l=louischin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/5239729152593495932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/5239729152593495932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louischin.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-feel-awful-everytime-im-bad-at.html' title=''/><author><name>LouisChin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36392621.post-8657067987371872908</id><published>2011-06-11T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:38:02.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deleted everything. Makes my day feels better afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start writing from this day and hope bygones be bygones. I hope to say I'm sorry at times when I think of... but it's just difficult to put it into words. I hope you know who you are and if you ever read this, I'm really sorry about the past unpleasant encounters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to write about.&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple "be contented in life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.s: Nevertheless... ... haiz, I better stop thinking too much and have a good rest.&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/36392621-8657067987371872908?l=louischin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/8657067987371872908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36392621/posts/default/8657067987371872908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louischin.blogspot.com/2011/06/deleted-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>LouisChin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
