<?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-6147485</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:29:44.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Bout me? :P</title><subtitle type='html'>Wahahaha...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147485.post-115889583378392774</id><published>2006-09-21T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:30:33.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time since i poked into here. Nearly a year had passed. And through this year i learnt a lot.The transition from secondary school to junior college saw me through a lot of changes.#1. I broke up with yinan soon after i entered srjc. A near-3years relationship, all gone in a telephone call. Was devastated the first few months. I picked myself up. I licked my wounds and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/115889583378392774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/115889583378392774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115889583378392774' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147485.post-112895082373122394</id><published>2005-10-10T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T06:27:03.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think i'm a very angry person. There's this monster lying dormant inside of me, giving rise to extreme emotions. Anger, sadness, happiness - which incidentally, is not a good thing, extreme happiness. It makes me feels like i'm on cocaine, and it doesn't last long. And afterwards, i just feel like an empty shell.And i'm not good enough. Never am i good enough. I love everyone around me, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/112895082373122394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/112895082373122394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112895082373122394' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147485.post-112333934479201723</id><published>2005-08-06T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T07:42:24.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's Your True Talent?What Are You Really Good At? at www.emode.comJus, your true talent is abstract reasoningYour ability to look at information abstractly means you have a rich imagination. You're one of those rare people who can mix two unrelated ideas together to come up with a great new one. Most people aren't as skillful as you are at applying knowledge outside of its usual context.How do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/112333934479201723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/112333934479201723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112333934479201723' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147485.post-111416844039127188</id><published>2005-04-22T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T04:14:00.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, should be updating this part of my blog too. Been a long long while since i've been up here, but hey, i haven't changed!!~ Ok, going to see whether my IQ has increased first. If it's decreased... I don't know what the hell i'm going to say, but shucks! Life has it's ups and down and i'm sure... i'm sure... i'll gain my IQ back. Ya ya... *laughs*Jus, your Super IQ score is 113Your overall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/111416844039127188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/111416844039127188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111416844039127188' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147485.post-110334468329584370</id><published>2004-12-17T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T20:38:03.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm... a testimonial I wrote for a friend, but it's about myself.'my world... is devoid of colours... empty of feelings... drained of emotions... lacking of happiness... a grey world... the in between world... the patch between right and wrong, black and white... the world of indifferences.'I didn't know why I wrote that, but it came out naturally and typed out fluently by my hand and after I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/110334468329584370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/110334468329584370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110334468329584370' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147485.post-110075385857521407</id><published>2004-11-17T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T20:57:38.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I've spilt personality.Sometimes I feel, not imagine, but feel, that there's another me inside of me. [er...] Yeah... Sometimes I feel that there's this me inside of me, shouting out orders to others, rushing around typing out documents, exactly like what a career woman does. There were presence around me, like shadows, but I couldn't see anything. And these are whom the 'me' is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/110075385857521407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/110075385857521407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110075385857521407' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147485.post-109403207686841827</id><published>2004-09-01T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T02:47:56.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dread endings. Always did since young. Whenever I reads a book, and when it nears the ending, I slowed down. The pages being flipped more slowly then before, when I was eagerly devouring the exciting story plot. My eyes scrolled steadily slower and slower through each sentence, as the page with the words The End nears. I usually stopped watching drama serials whenever it's nearing the final </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/109403207686841827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/109403207686841827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109403207686841827' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147485.post-109281419354211568</id><published>2004-08-18T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T00:29:53.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My weakness... Is to not let anyone see my weakness. My sadness. My tears. My scarred heart, soul and self. I'm laden with things inside, bubbling with worry, spinning round and round uncontrollably in this world, where I've no true self. Nothing belongs to me, I belong to nothing. I go to school with a happy mask, leave school with a happier mask and break down deep inside all the while. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/109281419354211568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/109281419354211568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109281419354211568' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147485.post-109271152102491442</id><published>2004-08-16T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:58:41.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My IQ at the age of 16.Congratulations Justine!Your IQ score is 124!Your Intellectual Type is Precision Processor. This means you're exceptionally good at discovering quick solutions to problems, especially ones that involve math or logic. You're also resourceful and able to think on your feet. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results.Test from www.emode.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/109271152102491442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/109271152102491442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109271152102491442' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147485.post-108391640744160626</id><published>2004-05-07T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T00:57:55.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess I'm one who's easily paranoid or petrified or however you call it. I worries over the little-est things and I cry over simple matters, or what a chinese proverb says - things as small as sesame seeds and green beans (i guess red beans are bigger than green beans.. *shrug*). Take for example, today. I lent my calculator to a friend and tomorrow's the A Maths test. See the connection? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/108391640744160626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/108391640744160626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108391640744160626' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147485.post-107518768265867652</id><published>2004-01-26T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T23:16:51.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I do update this page. Yepz. Not frequently, but at least, not never too. xD So continue reading and keep checking back k? I know it's not really that interesting to know about me, but.... *smiles* I do update under each different category and will do so for as long as possible. xd</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/107518768265867652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/107518768265867652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107518768265867652' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147485.post-107518762206170923</id><published>2004-01-26T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T23:15:50.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quotes created by me [hopefully no one else made them before..] and which I loved:: ---Would you rather be the last among the best; Or the best among the last?---Love is not something you work on to keep; But rather, something you keep to work on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/107518762206170923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/107518762206170923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107518762206170923' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147485.post-107034680249596657</id><published>2003-12-01T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T22:33:32.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My IQ at the age of 15 -- Told ya I'm stupid...Classical IQ Test from www.queendom.comResults of Your IQ Test     IQ Score = 108  What does your score mean? Good job! Your performance on the test was slightly above the population average - well within the normal range. This means that while you don't excel in terms of the skills assessed on this test, you are still doing quite well. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/107034680249596657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/107034680249596657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107034680249596657' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147485.post-107018206785486676</id><published>2003-11-30T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T23:15:41.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me, Myself &amp; IOk, firstly, I'm 15 years old. So that makes me a teenager. And you should know that teenagers are crappy and have terrible mood swings all the time. Is it just me or what? I've a very short and bad temper, and that results in me having only these few friends *lifts second finger 1mm from thumb*. And it doesn't helps that I'm being born on 12 August 1988, which again, makes me a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/107018206785486676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/107018206785486676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107018206785486676' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147485.post-107017725672010645</id><published>2003-11-29T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T00:47:43.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>60 Random Facts About Myself1. I seldom comb my hair after a shower, unless I'm preparing to go out. 2. I hate wearing specs or contact lenses while using the computer, reading a book or watching television. 3. When I bath, I start with my hair, face then body. 4. I brushes my teeth and washes my face while bathing. 5. I often forgets to brush teeth at night. [Edit: Don't start avoiding me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/107017725672010645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147485/posts/default/107017725672010645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko-bio.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107017725672010645' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
