<?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-3187522806926165956</id><updated>2011-11-25T13:58:44.855+08:00</updated><category term='incongito'/><category term='taiwan/HK trip'/><category term='belated christmas at clara&apos;s hse'/><category term='prom'/><category term='springcleaning'/><category term='1A'/><category term='dinner at RamaThai'/><category term='relief teaching'/><category term='PSP'/><category term='cracked'/><category term='Queensway'/><category term='class gathering'/><category term='mod'/><category term='crack'/><category term='psp slim'/><category term='YEC meeting'/><category term='stolen bike'/><category term='games factoryz'/><category term='2A'/><category term='rant'/><category term='birthday wishes'/><category term='moded'/><category term='Christmas at club july'/><title type='text'>M€M0!RS of my Soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L3oN!zH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253344269317743301</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187522806926165956.post-6127063708507131129</id><published>2010-01-28T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:10:29.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loneliness knows me by name</title><content type='html'>haven't been posting for awhile now. but right now i feel like a dam ready to burst and if these words cant be expressed i feel i might burst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know when it started and how, but when i started falling for her i truly believed that this would be my best chance of success, after time after time of rejections. but she proved to be the largest setback i faced. i knew i shouldn'e have kept my hopes up and should have juz concentrated on my army life and getting it over with without much mishap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what i'm feeling inside of me now, maybe when i saw the picture and those fated words my feelings went with them. i just feel so empty and numb now. it feels like a cold flame, burning so cold and full of emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i know from past experience, life will still go on, but right now, it feels like the longest night of my life. i feel lost like some one has stolen my compass and map and left me some where in the artic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even as i write this i wonder, would there be a special someone for me somewhere out there, somehow i'm beginning to think that after all these failures, i'm never going to meet her, my destined other half....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-6127063708507131129?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187522806926165956.post-9062886854334232862</id><published>2009-04-11T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:48:34.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo peeps...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas, juz havent posted for quite some time now. well, RT is over thanks to my up and coming army daze. I have mae up my mind as to one more job i would highly likely not do... teach at a secondary school, hahas, though, i must admit it was quite fun while it lasted and rewarding in a certain sense too. but those considering this as you job option you should think well and reflect if that is your true passion as the job satisfaction will come so much later after you teach. Those that do become teachers, good job, its a really noble role to play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with the 06/BA clique yesterday, KNOWING was good, as usual with nicholas cage being typecast into the role of the really smart guy (see national teasure 1 &amp;amp; 2). had a good meal at austons as well and i finally found the counter to icelemontea-siyiclarice combo [muahahahahahaha], italian coffee with oreo ice-blend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh well going in to serve the nation soon-in a days time in fact- still dun feel anything out of the ordinary, i guess maybe my friend's theory of the positive and negative feelings negating each other might be the case elsewise i may be treating it as juz another camp and have gone thru so many that in fact i have become desentisized ready, albeit the exponential increase of swear words and physical tekaning of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah as to those going in on the same day as me, good luick and all the best! hope to see u in the same platoon as me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-9062886854334232862?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/9062886854334232862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=9062886854334232862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/9062886854334232862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/9062886854334232862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2009/04/yo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-9172308381499552030</id><published>2009-03-09T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:07:11.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psp slim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games factoryz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queensway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cracked'/><title type='text'>PSP woes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(NOTE to reader: if you find the post repulsive at anytime or have adverse reaction to swearing do not read on for this post, else wise please be informed that the following excerpt is purely based on cold hard facts, in no part of the anecdote has it been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;arated or deviate from the fact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Buying a psp seems deceptively simply and straightforward... until then seller dupes you into thinking that the set has already been moded to play downloaded games and run all homebrew softwares and emulators, and after leaving you com on for 3days straight to download all sorts of applications and game as well as trawling through pages after pages of forums filled with technical jargon, you find out that you have paid too high a price to get the PSP and it is actually a model that cannot be moded and has actually not been moded from another shop that sells PSPs. Imagine the frustration it causes when even after consulting with the seller, he continues lying through his teeth that the fault lies not with him but is actually due to poor downloading sites and improper uploads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;F**K it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I seriously cannot stand dishonest salesmen, especially those who continue lying even after their sham has been exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buyer beware: if you intend to go to the shop named Games Factoryz [#02-07] in Queensway (Singapore) avoid it at all costs and to all the good Samaritans who feel the same way about these dishonest practices, do me a favor and do as you wish with those salesmen there also, to Jasper if you are reading this "F u and your F-ing shop"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-9172308381499552030?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/9172308381499552030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=9172308381499552030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/9172308381499552030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/9172308381499552030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2009/03/psp-woes.html' title='PSP woes...'/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-3249918016389249704</id><published>2009-02-23T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:54:05.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!</title><content type='html'>*Tears-hair-out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough of the drama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A levels results are to be released next week (according to a friend of mine). the results are kind of a long over-drawn wait but yea...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, here's a quote i found rather relevant regardless of our results...what ever it may be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"When a door closes, another opens. But often we tend to spend too much time regretting about the closed door that we miss the next opened door."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work in school has finally felt more relaxing... hahas&lt;div&gt;thanks to lesser teachers going on mc and more relief teachers around.. Had quite a fun time doing CME lesson again, felt like i was back in JC doing the discussion on organ trading... without the pressure of doing an essay of grading =) had some realli good ideas hitting me that i wished that i had thought of earlier.... oh well no use brooding over that door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEC projects have gotten more intense but kinda interesting... oh well with hidden arrows flying around, we try to keep projects that we like abd using that as our shields instead of getting shot with "democracy"-inside joke/story-so wound up with quite a number. Tried to shoot the main archer with an arrow of my own but juz ended up shot with my own arrow.. oh wells, the next time i shoot i will remember not to aim at the master. (references to this paragraph may be quite vague and is mostly only understood by insiders)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats all for this entry... till next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-3249918016389249704?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3249918016389249704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=3249918016389249704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/3249918016389249704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/3249918016389249704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!'/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-2020508949355928765</id><published>2009-02-18T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:58:08.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings....</title><content type='html'>ask the winter what it is,&lt;br /&gt;ask the frost, ice and snowy sky.&lt;br /&gt;ask the spring what it is,&lt;br /&gt;ask the blooming flowers why.&lt;br /&gt;ask the summer what it is,&lt;br /&gt;ask the heat and the fiery sky.&lt;br /&gt;ask the autunm what it is,&lt;br /&gt;and the animals hurrying by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ask this question above all:&lt;br /&gt;What am I? Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random short post inspired by a book i've recently read: "The Lionwolf Trilogy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-2020508949355928765?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2020508949355928765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=2020508949355928765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/2020508949355928765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/2020508949355928765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2009/02/musings.html' title='Musings....'/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-920224231552741456</id><published>2009-01-29T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:07:07.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey peeps, i think this is kinda overdue but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hahas, yupps finally started my daily relief teaching job, everything's the same as ad hoc but the only difference is that i get paid more per week cos i work every day.. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've juz discovered something kinda freakish... the fortune telling predictions that i had from the fortune teller in Taiwan, for fun and also to satisfy my curiosity, was actually coming true, i shan't go into details but trust me when i say its coming true--after all i'm the one in question.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a really fun time yesterday with drew and tim--yes we didn't manage to follow the original plan of going to Sentosa but at least we had fun watching the movie and cam-whoring (photojournal in the next entry if i can get it by then) our progress thru the more artsy side of town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's ang paos have yet to be opened and i'm hoping to get more on sat with guests visiting my house hahas ($_$) ... but the down side to that is that i'm also going for Chingay's post parade party, "city Alive"--can't wait-- so i might be tired out by then... but then again the is always red bull (or its subsitutes) so i guess i will find a way to get enough energy to have fun xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*hint to those who i got ur tickets for you.. so that you can thank me properly...hahas*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas i guess thats it for now till my next post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-920224231552741456?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/920224231552741456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=920224231552741456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/920224231552741456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/920224231552741456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-peeps-i-think-this-is-kinda-overdue.html' title=''/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-2620545436016785855</id><published>2009-01-21T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:54:55.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>harlo sorry for e long overdue post hahas was busy keeping the teamelias website alive and current. Was rotting for quite awhile before my teacher called me up for ad hoc relief today, teaching was fun and interesting as usual but i cant really reveal more cos of e official secrets act i signed. But kinda contented today cos i managed to clinch the daily relief job form feb onwards(well almost definite).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly more random note: to the person who is suffering from what i call post-love-chemical-withdrawal-syndrome i wish the both of you the best of luck and hope that you will at least cherish what you once were, a piece of advice from me (though i cant really claim to be an expert) if you can weather this storm together i sincerely believe that everything will turn out alright. It is better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking foward to our sentosa escapade on third dae of CNY (ps any random person is interested in joining us msn me cos we are looking for new additions to our clique =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting city alive, can't wait (the first clubbing event i go to, and its a street party HAHAs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea thats about it from me for now, till next time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-2620545436016785855?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2620545436016785855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=2620545436016785855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/2620545436016785855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/2620545436016785855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2009/01/harlo-sorry-for-e-long-overdue-post.html' title=''/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-5972503034388889426</id><published>2009-01-15T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:44:54.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark thoughts....</title><content type='html'>seriously think there is something wrong.. my outbursts of anger getting more erratic and uncontrollable but still why must she be that way as well, not like i dont want to help out around the house.. its always like that, juz because i doing something that i want she has to do something else that she doesn't want to she always has to cut in/interrupt/stop.... when i'm trying somthing out that i truly enjoy you have to cut in  and spoil almost everything ( i dont know if ur ever going to read this but...yea &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;YOU ARE SMOTHERING ME WITH YOUR OVERPROTECTIVENESS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[EDIT: at somepoint in our lives we have to realise how to let go, if you love someone set him free, for it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. (this is not the original quote but rather two i thought joined rather well together)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lost my bike, too much time with nothing but unending boredom, fail to get ******* ... dunno when it is ever going to stop. this pit of loneliness/burdern of overprotection/rotten luck of losing seriously feel like shit happened and the best part, i'm onli at the thresholds of this blackhole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-5972503034388889426?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5972503034388889426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=5972503034388889426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/5972503034388889426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/5972503034388889426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2009/01/seriously-think-there-is-something.html' title='Dark thoughts....'/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-621472809271860554</id><published>2009-01-13T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:22:03.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen bike'/><title type='text'>my poor bike</title><content type='html'>today would have ended well if not for the theft og my friend's bike and mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the saloon to get our hair cut and rebonded our fringe for quite a cheap price-ask me on msn if u wanna know how much.... Aft that we were planning to go on a short joyride on our bikes instead but slowie called as we were finishing so i decided to bring tim with me to meet clara and slowie at TM macs. we happily parked our bikes right under the camera (cos we were afraid that the bikes would be stolen, tim's bike was worth abt 300+ whiles mine was abt 100+), secured them with a bike chain and lock i brought and happily had a short snack at macs. It lasted at most 30 mins as i had to leave early but as soon as we(tim and i) got to the area we parked our bikes we noticed it missing. at first we thought we were looking at the wrong area for our bikes an so we searched again but to no avail. When it finally sunk in i was seriously pissed--all this time i was parking my bike nonchalantly outside tamp mall, it was safe, but juz this time i decided to be more careful the ********* theives had to steal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if i think about it in a positive light at least this forces me to get a new bike but then again, "no two bikes feel the same, just like no two piano keys the same"-to quote tim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-621472809271860554?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/621472809271860554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=621472809271860554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/621472809271860554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/621472809271860554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-poor-bike.html' title='my poor bike'/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-4741708579572990879</id><published>2009-01-10T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:45:55.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ellos, been kinda busy this week with one thing or another and didnt realli feel like blogging-either that or i'm juz too lazy ;P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, youth health congress wasnt really an unqualified succes but also wasn't to big a flop...the MCs could do with some improvements and well the speaker could have given some advanced warning on the extent of the graphic images but oh wells..shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave boey a send off on thurs, hahas wondering wads the extent of him being tekan and i think the next time we meet up he migh be darker than most of the BA ppl...hahas. the carl's junior portions had seriously shrunk but the talk cock session was great, though it halfway thru became a photo food journal and slightly oblivious to some curious stares from the ppl around we were having fun posing with food... &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=203976&amp;amp;id=895075584&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;photos here&lt;/a&gt;, there after we were at e beach playing the usual games and well juz chillin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well friday i was seriously feeling very bored at home with nothing to do--realli need to find a supplementing job soon, juz for the sake of something to do that does not involve staying at home--ended up finishing 2 and a half books first was breaking dawn then the two others are library books(the black tattoo, dark alchemy)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i'll go off now and see if my mum needs help with her baking, till next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-4741708579572990879?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4741708579572990879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=4741708579572990879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/4741708579572990879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/4741708579572990879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2009/01/ellos-been-kinda-busy-this-week-with.html' title=''/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-637329388399202260</id><published>2009-01-07T10:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:50:40.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felt it was time to change a new skin for my blog [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;EDIT: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;thanks to me sis, clarice and mr T. I. Eightyfour]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;, tell me wad u think about it k, oh and i finally know how to hide my music box...hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later gonna have a YEC event at AMK hub "youth health congress"&lt;br /&gt;A forum on sex&lt;br /&gt;Free Movie "journey to the centre of the earth"&lt;br /&gt;Free Refreshments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1700-2000hrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;visit &lt;a href="http://teamelias.wordpress.com/2009/01/05/youth-health-congress-2009/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for more info&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-637329388399202260?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/637329388399202260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=637329388399202260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/637329388399202260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/637329388399202260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2009/01/felt-it-was-time-to-change-new-skin-for.html' title=''/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-5664668422015242213</id><published>2009-01-06T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:27:03.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relief teaching'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was awakened to the sound of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"doubt &amp;amp; trust" by access&lt;/span&gt;-my phone ring tone. It was kind of a rude awakening but it also meant i juz received the first call to do relief teaching. The job was kinda boring at first when all i had to do was issue out worksheets and make sure the students complete it on time. but as the day progressed there was more to do than juz looking at the students do their work, i had to handle a slightly difficult class and bring them to the library later i also had a math lesson where the teacher assigned some stuff for the students to do but had not taught them anything so i had to go thru with them some of the more basic stuff like what a coefficent was, what was a constant term and, how to solve/simplify an equation. well there after it was assembly time and i had to help mantain discipline for the lower sec. it was kinda easy job for one that pays close to an average of $12 per hour but too bad the cap is at $65 per day with a minimum of 5.5 hrs to be met. Well, i caught up with some of my teachers and saw some of my juniors, so all in all today was quite satisfying. All i hope is for more teachers to go on leave for one reason or another, after all thats the only way i will get a job hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till my next post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-5664668422015242213?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5664668422015242213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=5664668422015242213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/5664668422015242213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/5664668422015242213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-awakened-to-sound-of-doubt-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-6205473437767858628</id><published>2009-01-03T22:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:11:42.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='springcleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday wishes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY is round the corner and so going by tradition, i helped clean up my room. i never realised the amount of space a teeny-weani-little drawer can hold till now. Had a great time revisiting all the junk/notes/toys/stuff in all the nooks and cranies. Finally got myself more organised, found lots of contacts that i thought i lost and also found my ancient photographs-the primary school and lower sec photos. Its amazing how fast time flies, juz about 2 years ago i was fretting over which school i shoud choose and if i should go to jc or poly, well here i am, out of the system and embracing the part-time work life before going to army and the U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells thats it for now...oh and btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY DALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY CLARICE&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/3187522806926165956-6205473437767858628?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6205473437767858628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=6205473437767858628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/6205473437767858628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/6205473437767858628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-is-round-corner-and-so-going-by.html' title=''/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-8579258131522506595</id><published>2009-01-01T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:39:04.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo Peeps, so how was day one of 2009 for you?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas, i began my day on a very sugary high, we had swenson's ice cream at around 1 in the morning together with my uncle and family, family friends and of course my family. the kids shared a very sinful concoction of apple crumble, apple pie at the bottom with a scoop of vanilla ice-cream on top, together on a hotplate filled with caramel sauce and apple bits, oh boy was it yummy. hahas drooling yet? also we had a coit tower, topless five and the all time favourite of rodeo wings. Oh wells, before i start sounding like a commercial i think i should stop describing the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finished at around 220am, juz about 15mins short of breaking our last record of spending the night out together, had fun choosing names for my boy cousin to be that starts with the letters ver... reached home around 3am and went to bed shortly after, kinda slept thru the morning, piggish behaviour-i know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great family gathering at my aunts place which used to be my grandma's place-long story. we had a good time admiring my cousin's works of art and animation as well as viewing my eldest uncle's photos from his trip to china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set a date to plae BBall with my cousins tmr at 10-cant wait, well i'm off to watch tv now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till my next post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-8579258131522506595?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8579258131522506595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=8579258131522506595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/8579258131522506595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/8579258131522506595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-peeps-so-how-was-day-one-of-2009-for.html' title=''/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-8023838298556149492</id><published>2008-12-31T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:48:13.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres an early wish for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to all you readers. Feeling realli bored right now, so i'm juz doing a short post. well if you dont recieve any messages dun blame me k, my sms about to bao so yea.. i'm trying to mantain my perfect record so far, havent exceeded the limit since i got my phone hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then have a happy countdown; just about 10hrs 11minutes and a few seconds left according to my computer clock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-8023838298556149492?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8023838298556149492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=8023838298556149492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/8023838298556149492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/8023838298556149492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2008/12/yo-peeps-heres-early-wish-for-happy-new.html' title=''/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-3970843287298578424</id><published>2008-12-30T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:51:23.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel that i'm a different person altogether, ordinary me in the morning and a superhero at night, maybe not super or heroic but still an alter ego, emo-man. when all goes quiet, my head starts to think intruging thoughts, poinganat but still intruiging. but one thing seems constant, this feeling that is best expressed in a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(27, 90, 207); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Lenny Kravitz I'll Be Waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(27, 90, 207); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(27, 90, 207); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;he broke your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;He took your soul&lt;br /&gt;You're hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;Because there's a hole&lt;br /&gt;You need some time&lt;br /&gt;To be alone&lt;br /&gt;Then you will find&lt;br /&gt;What you've always known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who really loves you baby&lt;br /&gt;I've been knocking at your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living, &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/l/lenny_kravitz/ill_be_waiting/" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153); text-decoration: none; "&gt;I'll Be Waiting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need me, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry&lt;br /&gt;Into the night&lt;br /&gt;I feel your pain&lt;br /&gt;Can I make it right&lt;br /&gt;I realize, there's no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;Yet still I'll wait&lt;br /&gt;For you to see the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who really loves you baby&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living, I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need me, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my only I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;That makes me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't on my own&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you until we're old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the love you need right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;Please come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living, I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need me, I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3187522806926165956-3970843287298578424?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3970843287298578424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=3970843287298578424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/3970843287298578424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/3970843287298578424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-i-feel-that-im-different.html' title=''/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-1928193420974511177</id><published>2008-12-27T21:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:58:07.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belated christmas at clara&apos;s hse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner at RamaThai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taiwan/HK trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YEC meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas at club july'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo peeps, i'm back again after like 2 weeks and a day of blog drought-yea i know it kinda was hard to start again (miss me? =))&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6 days spent in taiwan were FunHecticBoringHecticNauseatedHecticTiringHectic to describe it in a word-ok not really a word but it will be if u say it in a rush... but u get the picture. As much as i want to give a blow by blow account of the 6 days, i'm sure my sis would do a slightly better descriptive job (at least i hope) and in an effort to save space on the internet i shall not double post-ok i admit i'm making juz a teeny bit of excuses to coverup for my laziness-but the photos should be up in my facebook if all goes well with my internet (its acting cranky again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 days spent in Hong Kong was less hectic, partly cos it was more free and easy and much more fun cos we were spending time with our family friends in HK, buying more of my stuff (at last) and of course we went to ocean park HK, to feel the magic of christmas, enjoy the spectecular view in the cable car ride down the mountain and last and de-fi-net-ly not the least, the thrill rides. Due to the inexplicibly-ok not really unexplainable juz like the sound of the word-long queues caused by the many chinese nationals uncouth acts of queue-cutting and the allure that the thrill rides have to the general populance that comprise of adrenaline junkies, i was only able to go on a handfull of rides in the teenage/adult-oriented area. Though i enjoyed the log ride better in taiwan, the ride in HK was more fun for another reason. The minirollercoaster "minetrain" was enjoyable as well though we weren't able to get on the real rollercoaster that looked on the map and on real live as though the constructors of the park asked their 3 year old kid to doodle on a piece of paper and then build it according to scale that would have left me with enough adrenaline to get me thru the day and more. At the kids' area, we were of course too embarrassed to sit on the ride-with the exception of my sis (who thinks she is cute enough to get away with it)-and thus spent some money on the fun fair games (dont ask we were really bad at it) and managed to win a prize whilst my uncle who was obviously more well-adapted to playing these games got away with 4 prizes with the same amount of money we spent or slightly more/less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole i enjoyed, the HK trip better than the Taiwan trip, truly the sayings that "the crowd makes the party" and "short is sweet" holds a very large amount of truth in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEC Meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting was relatively more eventful then usual as more of the old crowd were there and i invited clara along as an observer. It was kinda hilarious (no offense clara) when they thought that me and clara were a couple and tried to shoot lots of dual-pronged hidden-arrows (inside joke) at the both of us until we both admantly protested against anything that hinted at a non-platonic relationship between the both of us. Kinda sorry i missed percussion training that seemed so much fun-will try to make it tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown-to-christmas party with my family, my uncle(the same one who won the prizes for his kids) and his family &amp;amp; another group of family friends from the same clique as the HK ones. We had many games of pool (i didnt count) at a pool table i initially thought was old but turned out to be a competition-standard table at $2 per game and found out that i lost some of my skill with the cue, i could no longer up-down/double the balls, jump balls, stopball and proxy the balls as well/at all. In between the snack breaks and pool games, we sang some K and was told by quite a few ppl that my singing voice improved/was good xD (my head is not getting bigger... really...ok maybe juz a little) and we counted down to the christmas day and had some prizes up for grabs it was a pity we didnt win the top few prizes but were still not too disappointed at the consolation prize and on top of that there were individual goodie bags to be recieved (sure it was just two packets of oreos but it was the thought that counts after all the club didn't seem too busy and there were quite many customers) kudos to them for excellent service. The day ended splendidly with the countdown and it was christmas day for about an hour before we went back home to rest before heading out on the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping spree at suntec and Dinner at ramathai with gran and gramps (paternal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had fun shopping at suntec in the afternoon (well i was mostly buying the stuff with my parents bankrolling me) and i didn't know shopping was so fun when u can buy stuff for urself (ok kinda being abit selfish here but then again i dont normaly buy so much, a little now and then wouldnt hurt much... ok juz abit on the wallet) there after i had a really fillingg dinner at ramathai resturant with thanks to the waiter who made sure we ordered more food than was necessary... 2-3 whole dishes more. Seriously the service attitude on the whole could not get any worse as it is. When we asked for a glass of water we had to wait so long and had ask so many times that when the water finally came they came with 4-5 glasses at one go.-i concede that they maybe quite busy but seriously a wait for juz a cup of water that entails close to or more that half an hour is quite absurd and not to mention ridiculous. ok enough of the bad reviews, i really dont want to be accused of tearing an already bad reputation down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas at clara's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the foundue party turned out reasonably well with lots of fun and excitement during both the pre and duration of the party. cheesecake turned out quite literely a mess and no one got really drunk with the execption of wingdam who had to be sent home in a cab which might or might not be detrimental to clara's social health. but thanks clara anyways for inviting us over today and sorry i couldnt stay longer to help with cleanup and for bringing the vodka it might be still partly my fault. And i think i can safely say that the bulk of us (h@y, boey, edi, nini, sam, slow, jojo and I) enjoyed the get together at least abit, i know i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all for this unusually long entry, kinda tired and gg to sleep soon good night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ZH-CN;mso-bidi-language: AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;PS: i think i juz broke the 1200 word barrier with these words juz right about at the full-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-1928193420974511177?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1928193420974511177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=1928193420974511177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/1928193420974511177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/1928193420974511177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2008/12/yo-peeps-im-back-again-after-like-2.html' title=''/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-7306097120990588857</id><published>2008-12-11T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:55:03.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class gathering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1A'/><title type='text'>"class" gathering</title><content type='html'>Mann.. the supposed class gathering yesterday was the mother of all posible flops, for a start, the number of people present was a grand total of........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five (out of forty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, pathetic i know, it was probably a result of our organiser, calista changing the date and not confirming it, having lots of communication breakdowns, and mainly poor organisation. I suppose i shouldn't blame her for all of it as she has too much on her plate but seriously, when push comes to shove surely there would have been a backup plan and not simply shifting the burden to another person and in the process try absolving yourself from any blame and simply not show up at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well drew, i agree with you on this SHIT HAPPENS.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to the more optimistic view on things, at least the gatering was a small reunion for the 5 of us and we caught up on quite alot of stuff, besides chilling and stuffing our faces with junk food of course (thanks mrs calais for the food and drinks and ur house). The occasion was one of mixed feelings with happiness, sadness, melowness and... i think u know wad i mean&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more importantly to those who made it thanks for coming, it was great to sit down and chat, maybe we'll meet up some other time and organise a (hopefuly) more successful class gathering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left surprisingly late as we had lots to talk about and on the bus back we met some old friends of ours, the day was kinda memorable as it was like a sort of a catch-up-day for us and yea we took some photos together before leaving and i'll upload it soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now i'm simply looking foward to my taiwan and hong kong trip coming soon so till my next post....&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/3187522806926165956-7306097120990588857?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7306097120990588857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=7306097120990588857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/7306097120990588857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/7306097120990588857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2008/12/class-gathering.html' title='&quot;class&quot; gathering'/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-7030159215804918094</id><published>2008-12-09T09:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:35:44.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the failled ubin trip, the unsatisfactory dinner</title><content type='html'>The weekend was uneventful, as usual and the thing i looked foward to the most fell through, an ubin bike trip with my friends yeaterday. The morning turned out to be sunny with a slightly overcast sky but nonetheless we were undetered and prayed hard it wouldn't rain and that if it did it would be a passing shower, but alas the prayer didnt come true and whilst cycling down towards the shell station with zeng to meet drew, it started drizziling. However we still had hope, and not wanting to let rm wait in vain for us, we decided to stick to the first part of our original plan and get to changi v for breakfast, so we did and got slightly wet in the process. There we had an excellent breakfast though i only had some drinks while the others ate. After chatting and waiting for about an hour or two for the rain to stop, but to no avail, we decided to abandon this trip and postpone it to a more sunny day and bike back to drew's house to chill. The cycle back was fun in its unique way, never had we more fun getting drenched in the rain and we enjoyed the workout upslopes-though our legs went numb from the effort-and enjoyed the fruit of our labour going down slopes. The only other event that was to be of consequence was my falling off the bike, well what can i say, at the area outside elias mall my bike went over a tree branch at a wrong angle and my front wheel went off the track with my back wheel remaining on it-like the bike wanted to do a grind on the pavement on its own accord, resulting in my fall, which i escaped unscathed save for a small graze on the heel of my left hand. At last we reached drew's house and there we chilled gor the afternoon, with the four of us watching heroes season 3, playing ridiculously mindless online games, and cooking lunch ourselves and having oddly concocted 'tea'-i shan't elaborate but i will only say that mine was just a little sweet. Following that we headed down to the lan shop at elias where we played dota with rm having his first dota match ever. And then before we knew it, it was time to leave and bid our adieus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However my evening did not stop there, i biked down to my uncle's place to meet them and my parents for dinner and we headed to oasis where my aunt treated us to a sumptuous meal, which i regret to say pales in comparison to the time we last had an oasis dinner, well i guess they changed the chef for one reason or another and then quality of food dropped. But our desert, mango pudding was gooood. Well enough of me talking, i guess you want to see some photos of the failed ubin trip so here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3WJpZImwI/AAAAAAAAACs/ygT_giSQ0KI/s1600-h/n671523702_1041208_717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3WJpZImwI/AAAAAAAAACs/ygT_giSQ0KI/s320/n671523702_1041208_717.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277609799566531330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3WJKrd8dI/AAAAAAAAACk/0xDqPJ0f68k/s1600-h/n671523702_1041209_948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3WJKrd8dI/AAAAAAAAACk/0xDqPJ0f68k/s320/n671523702_1041209_948.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277609791321928146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slurpp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3WI3QLd4I/AAAAAAAAACc/h-B6vHx7mqI/s1600-h/n671523702_1041210_1185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3WI3QLd4I/AAAAAAAAACc/h-B6vHx7mqI/s320/n671523702_1041210_1185.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277609786107197314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rm and drew on our bikes with zeng the cameraman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3V5Jf1-nI/AAAAAAAAACU/QRALcdNuCuQ/s1600-h/n671523702_1041212_1414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3V5Jf1-nI/AAAAAAAAACU/QRALcdNuCuQ/s320/n671523702_1041212_1414.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277609516126829170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that them and me again (okay my smile seriously looks kinda spastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3V4-mPXJI/AAAAAAAAACM/VOQ_3WEMSz4/s1600-h/n671523702_1041213_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3V4-mPXJI/AAAAAAAAACM/VOQ_3WEMSz4/s320/n671523702_1041213_1640.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277609513200868498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Act cool... while drenched =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3V4viqQRI/AAAAAAAAACE/IxvCIQwV16I/s1600-h/n671523702_1041215_2094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3V4viqQRI/AAAAAAAAACE/IxvCIQwV16I/s320/n671523702_1041215_2094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277609509159321874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zeng the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3V4mwm_nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/z8LSiubaP0A/s1600-h/n671523702_1041216_2328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3V4mwm_nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/z8LSiubaP0A/s320/n671523702_1041216_2328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277609506801909362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and presenting the adventurers ant drew's room by height..with me on the left (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3V4UXSyAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g_oF0db0QFA/s1600-h/n671523702_1041217_2561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3V4UXSyAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g_oF0db0QFA/s320/n671523702_1041217_2561.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277609501863888898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whats over there? (seceret smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats it for now, really looking foward to having a reunion with my sec 1A, 2A classmates, a long time since i've seen you guys how has it been *waves* well we'll juz have to catch up then. Till my next post, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Adiós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-7030159215804918094?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7030159215804918094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=7030159215804918094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/7030159215804918094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/7030159215804918094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2008/12/failled-ubin-trip-unsatisfactory-dinner.html' title='the failled ubin trip, the unsatisfactory dinner'/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/ST3WJpZImwI/AAAAAAAAACs/ygT_giSQ0KI/s72-c/n671523702_1041208_717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187522806926165956.post-6330649187451409179</id><published>2008-12-05T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:22.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incongito'/><title type='text'>PICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STn4mdJ_ryI/AAAAAAAAABs/2v61rzrc0Y8/s1600-h/DSC01343.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STlC2K89k_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/gpf8KDjFhxg/s1600-h/IMG_4303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STlC2K89k_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/gpf8KDjFhxg/s320/IMG_4303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276321936861664242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Me and Cherish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STlCUmFK5YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dkIS4OB0SwA/s1600-h/IMG_4301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STlCUmFK5YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dkIS4OB0SwA/s320/IMG_4301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276321360028296578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Andrew and moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STlCUfuaA0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/D2qvp3RLc6c/s1600-h/IMG_4298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STlCUfuaA0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/D2qvp3RLc6c/s320/IMG_4298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276321358322205506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Elanie and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STlCT2buk5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/cbJo1NqZNQ4/s1600-h/IMG_4296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STlCT2buk5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/cbJo1NqZNQ4/s320/IMG_4296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276321347238007698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;   Me, Roy and Matthew (gate crasher) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STlCTayzbWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bgEC6keI8ok/s1600-h/IMG_4294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STlCTayzbWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bgEC6keI8ok/s320/IMG_4294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276321339818601826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;  Edison, me and Boey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STlCTCdwcWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CY4zlQUk2sA/s1600-h/IMG_4292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STlCTCdwcWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CY4zlQUk2sA/s320/IMG_4292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276321333287874914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Edison and I&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STn3Q55I6sI/AAAAAAAAABE/J1myKjVxm78/s1600-h/DSC01351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STn3Q55I6sI/AAAAAAAAABE/J1myKjVxm78/s320/DSC01351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276520308231695042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and weiming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STn3QkfFMxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TJ_0LLseavM/s1600-h/DSC01350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STn3QkfFMxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TJ_0LLseavM/s320/DSC01350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276520302485254930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erich and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paronomic views form the 72th storey of swisshotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;(the author apologises for the low resolution pictures as he had only his 2megapixel phone camera available at that piont in time)&lt;/span&gt;, only a few privilaged souls went up on that day, edison, min fei and family, and yours truly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STn3RZFMIPI/AAAAAAAAABc/BqeddZABcsI/s1600-h/DSC01345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STn3RZFMIPI/AAAAAAAAABc/BqeddZABcsI/s320/DSC01345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276520316603736306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 125px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STn3ROzQEKI/AAAAAAAAABU/_68Um-j_Azk/s1600-h/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STn3ROzQEKI/AAAAAAAAABU/_68Um-j_Azk/s320/DSC01346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276520313844142242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the church shaped in a cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STn3RIP7N6I/AAAAAAAAABM/xQc0Ix0L8W0/s1600-h/DSC01347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STn3RIP7N6I/AAAAAAAAABM/xQc0Ix0L8W0/s320/DSC01347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276520312085362594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the singapore river with the iconic skyline&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STlC2K89k_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/gpf8KDjFhxg/s1600-h/IMG_4303.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STn4mdJ_ryI/AAAAAAAAABs/2v61rzrc0Y8/s1600-h/DSC01343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STn4mdJ_ryI/AAAAAAAAABs/2v61rzrc0Y8/s320/DSC01343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276521777986514722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 125px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STn4mEHdhHI/AAAAAAAAABk/FVLfZ9voE20/s1600-h/DSC01344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIo78NH5hPk/STn4mEHdhHI/AAAAAAAAABk/FVLfZ9voE20/s320/DSC01344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276521771265000562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 83px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more photos in facebook(updated)&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/3187522806926165956-6330649187451409179?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6330649187451409179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=6330649187451409179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/6330649187451409179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/6330649187451409179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2008/12/pics.html' title='PICS'/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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/_cIo78NH5hPk/STlC2K89k_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/gpf8KDjFhxg/s72-c/IMG_4303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187522806926165956.post-6829790375484800221</id><published>2008-12-05T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:16:57.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><title type='text'>PROM... what can i say</title><content type='html'>Prom was a fun filled evening yesterday where all us J2s let our hair down and par-tied. the MC was great and with the company of friends and new aquantainces alike, the evening turned out spectucularly well. However the main drawback came from the food-which many from my table would agree-it was simply too spicy, every other dish was filled with chill or pepper as our table was a halal table, and the best part was that of all the people on the table, none  of us were muslim... which makes me wonder how well the councillors could plan tables... oh well que sera sera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, post-prom was great despite the dreary music, the dj changing the song every halfway through the corus, lack of alchol to spice up e dances. It was great due to the company of friends both long lost and new found, the arrival of the crowd of gate crashers which faithfully stuck to the rule of "no tix? come at 2330", and the many photos taken dazzling the eyes (speaking of which going to up load the photos later) capturing the transformations that all of us undergo for prom, sealing our metamorphisis in many a digital media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights I have to go now, till my next post....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-6829790375484800221?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6829790375484800221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=6829790375484800221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/6829790375484800221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/6829790375484800221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2008/12/prom-what-can-i-say.html' title='PROM... what can i say'/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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-3187522806926165956.post-1849024952026740617</id><published>2008-12-03T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:14:55.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo peeps I'mmmmmmmmm Baaaaack!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha, it has been a long time since i last posted, hopefully my posts would not dry up so fast(if ever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weeks after A's have been steadily getting more boring than ever. Its kinda funny how games that seemed to be so fun during the school term can lose its allure when we are really free to play them in our leisure. Anyways after a tedious round of searching and trawling through webpages, i finally found a slightly different game from the norm, ACE online, featuring a flight simulator interface and coupled with interesting missions and great graphics to top off, it seems like a really fun game to play, whats more its free, so for all u gaming fans out there who wanna try something new, here's your chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back in real life, i have been trying to look for a part time job for ages, albeit the relief teaching one in my secondary school where the school will call me up in the morning if they need any relief teachers, besides any teaching related jobs would only start in Jan so what would i do with all this free time i have from now till then? (any one with jobs to recommend) I tried Ikea next and submitted my application, i have to admit, i was kinda apprenhensive about a job interview, but it turns out that all i needed to do was submit a form and wait patiently for their call. Following that i approached addidas to check out if they were willing to take me on as a retail assistant, the sales person was really hostile (as though i was gonna snatch his job from him) and told me in a no-nonsense manner that they had no vacancies available when they clearly looked short-handed, oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To talk about more exciting things, Prom is tmr, can't wait really (which is kinda weird for a guy...i know) but then again, seeing that my last supposed prom in secondary school was canceled due to insufficent demand, i am determined to enjoy myself. Later today going over to daniel's house to chill and get away from the com, since my good mum has been constantly complaining that i'm using too much electricity by staying at home and using the computer and all the usual deja moo so i juz side-stepped the problem and do someting different (its a good way to break from the borederm of home), we were supposed to go to the beach for a fun day out in the sun but baka boey couldnt come so slowie canceled with the gang when we could actually juz ps him (no offence boey) and enjoy ourselves and force boey to try asking his mum again. Oh wells as a friend of mine likes to say, shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of that, leaving home soon maybe i'll blog later with updates on my day in daniel's hse. hahas till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187522806926165956-1849024952026740617?l=memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1849024952026740617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3187522806926165956&amp;postID=1849024952026740617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/1849024952026740617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187522806926165956/posts/default/1849024952026740617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-my-soul.blogspot.com/2008/12/yo-peeps-immmmmmmmm-baaaaack.html' title='Yo peeps I&apos;mmmmmmmmm Baaaaack!!!'/><author><name>LeonDLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638081907992750410</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></feed>
