<?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-8673187</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:14:58.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673187.post-963100609798937188</id><published>2009-08-29T10:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:31:49.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back in NY! Time flies when you are having fun and so, in the blink of an eye, summer holidays is gone. I hate long flights that span half the planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-963100609798937188?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/963100609798937188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/963100609798937188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-back-in-ny-time-flies-when-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-5079389509287917833</id><published>2009-05-23T07:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T07:11:11.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-imposed quarantine</title><content type='html'>I am back from New York! Being a responsible citizen, I have decided to quarantine myself for 3 days at home. Hope time flies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-5079389509287917833?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/5079389509287917833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/5079389509287917833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2009/05/self-imposed-quarantine.html' title='Self-imposed quarantine'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-746119743133831293</id><published>2009-03-07T13:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:30:05.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Video shouted out to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to HC Lee for sharing this wonderful piece of video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-746119743133831293?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/746119743133831293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/746119743133831293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='This Video shouted out to me.'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-7090307814516964199</id><published>2009-03-02T01:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:57:11.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The economics of life. My life.</title><content type='html'>As I dive deeper into the world of economics, I realized that I started to look at this world in a different view. What is my opportunity cost of doing this? How do i lower my opportunity cost of doing that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to see a world surrounded by scarcity and the choices that I have to make in my life. A world made of numbers and statistics and facts. This is nothing like the carefree life of a teenager. This is adulthood and I am right in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that I wish I could do and words I wish to say now, but instead had to postpone till further notice. And there are things that I don't want to do, but had to because the situation calls for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the harsh reality of this world we live in. However much I would like to refuse this reality, it captures me and forces my eyes open to look at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I see, I do not like. This cold, lonely world I am in. I brave it alone, a tiny timid soul. Am I lacking something? Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-7090307814516964199?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/7090307814516964199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/7090307814516964199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2009/03/economics-of-life-my-life.html' title='The economics of life. My life.'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-4698260684926592557</id><published>2009-01-10T12:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:42:36.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emology</title><content type='html'>My life is incomplete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I am bored. Sianz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-4698260684926592557?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/4698260684926592557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/4698260684926592557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2009/01/emology.html' title='Emology'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-8120449552119673380</id><published>2008-11-04T01:21:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:26:48.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random recollections~~</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I want to say sorry that I didn't get any nice autumn pics for you, wy. My handphone really can't take any decent photo that is half worth your time. Hope I can get a digital camera cheap with a discount during the Thanks-giving weekend. Here's another accumulation of low quality pics~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_snDT4uZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/N9cfNfWw2PQ/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_snDT4uZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/N9cfNfWw2PQ/s320/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264686645067168146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went hiking one day with some friends in the morning, and it was freaking cold. Look at the frost on the chair and you can see that I mean it when I say COLD... CY Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_snUeRGQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MQIvM-4hwHM/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_snUeRGQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MQIvM-4hwHM/s320/DSC00367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264686649674111234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrapped some frost off the railing of a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_snqG1IpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bpqa3cvGL8Y/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_snqG1IpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bpqa3cvGL8Y/s320/DSC00369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264686655481389714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lonely/lovely little mountain path that leads...hell-knows-where~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_sn4RUF7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/xf9CoTqlPYw/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_sn4RUF7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/xf9CoTqlPYw/s320/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264686659283457970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scenic pic of a pond by the hills behind my uni...I liked this pic the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_vW5N43qI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HY5vVBBFAjg/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_vW5N43qI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HY5vVBBFAjg/s320/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264689666014633634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shining down on us...Blessed sunlight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_vX3vAL5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/JQq6yx47pck/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_vX3vAL5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/JQq6yx47pck/s320/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264689682796523410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More trees dressing up for Autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_w4rVvrKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NLd61_YEdzs/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_w4rVvrKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NLd61_YEdzs/s320/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264691345916669090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very pretty tree in my opinion...the Home-coming Queen in the world of trees~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_vXNzdilI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZT3qK7q1Klg/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_vXNzdilI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZT3qK7q1Klg/s320/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264689671540935250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic of one of the many hills that span the region of Binghamton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_w4wCwhTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Y6DN3x1FO2k/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_w4wCwhTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Y6DN3x1FO2k/s320/DSC00386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264691347179210034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thing chewed the shit out of this tree. A beaver perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_w6N3JrnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rewRBvIAFgQ/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_w6N3JrnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rewRBvIAFgQ/s320/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264691372363460210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows formed under the bright autumn sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_w6GqdHdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zneODiQhEK4/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_w6GqdHdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zneODiQhEK4/s320/DSC00389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264691370431159762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees standing guard by the main road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_w5i6ZPWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lWXpMrjJyII/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_w5i6ZPWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lWXpMrjJyII/s320/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264691360834338146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A carpet of leaves that created a crisp crunching sound whenever I walked over them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_1b_u7-KI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wAAPrXFhr4c/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_1b_u7-KI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wAAPrXFhr4c/s320/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264696350732974242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_1bqTYFjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rWQh-qQaay0/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_1bqTYFjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rWQh-qQaay0/s320/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264696344980231730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Halloween masks that we shopped for but didn't get in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_zP7YtqnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Dyp0PnPWpRY/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_zP7YtqnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Dyp0PnPWpRY/s320/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264693944384334450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed on one of the morning a few days ago. These cars were all caught in the open by the shower. But soon the sun will free them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_zPgjEutI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eKC-5bTwXhs/s1600-h/DSC00402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_zPgjEutI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eKC-5bTwXhs/s320/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264693937180031698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_zPUI6GSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DiKSWkTGVGk/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_zPUI6GSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DiKSWkTGVGk/s320/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264693933849057570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass field covered in snow. I was rushing to an early class that I was already late for, so I couldn't take more pics. By the time I was free to step out into the open, the sun has mercilessly erased the snow from the landscape. Well, too bad. But I know that it will be winter for 6 months here. Plenty of chance for snowscape photos, I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will be back in Singapore where the Sun shines 24/7 and sweat sticks to your back. I'm loving it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-8120449552119673380?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/8120449552119673380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/8120449552119673380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2008/11/firstly-i-want-to-say-sorry-that-i.html' title='Random recollections~~'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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/_0nHGx7ufycA/SQ_snDT4uZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/N9cfNfWw2PQ/s72-c/DSC00365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673187.post-1468543254909484913</id><published>2008-10-03T11:58:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T04:30:01.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn season/the Big Apple</title><content type='html'>It is Autumn season now in US and the temperature is starting to drop. Heard the winter here is going to be harsh. I miss Singapore... Oh well~ Anyway I went to the Big Apple during the Jewish Holidays this week. It was a blast, though it was just a short 3 days/2 nights trip. Here are some photos~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh3vZMNK0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z-nIfxEbeT4/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh3vZMNK0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z-nIfxEbeT4/s320/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253580621427321666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh3aKTRi2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/UFK1pyOUYGk/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh3aKTRi2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/UFK1pyOUYGk/s320/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253580256653183842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forest outside my Hall is changing color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh5jZHgKwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cgjZ3VJApy8/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh5jZHgKwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cgjZ3VJApy8/s320/DSC00244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253582614272420610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had my hair change color too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached New York, we visited these places. I should have more pics, but they are all in my friend's camera. I will post them on my blog some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh4KL8tZzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Legd0aeBVAE/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh4KL8tZzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Legd0aeBVAE/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253581081729132338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NY subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOhz4BAzCLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UCnuUDJWXFw/s1600-h/DSC00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOhz4BAzCLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UCnuUDJWXFw/s320/DSC00229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253576371509332146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dow Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh0I3UCm_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Bg82RYlignc/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh0I3UCm_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Bg82RYlignc/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253576660963466226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crossroad at Time Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh0cKPl4XI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SUplLzbiS28/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh0cKPl4XI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SUplLzbiS28/s320/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253576992462594418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A theatre on broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh0yvDiQiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/q1QVovkYftE/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh0yvDiQiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/q1QVovkYftE/s320/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253577380301259298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NYPD in Time Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh16SLkH3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/J5Xo25crzLI/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh16SLkH3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/J5Xo25crzLI/s320/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253578609500888946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh2cJdS1EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/htXjksrX9J8/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh2cJdS1EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/htXjksrX9J8/s320/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253579191274886210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Yankees cap I bought in NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh26CTKFrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bu9NBQ4jRgs/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh26CTKFrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bu9NBQ4jRgs/s320/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253579704749397682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with my new cap. You guys like it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-1468543254909484913?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/1468543254909484913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/1468543254909484913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2008/10/autumn-seasonthe-big-apple.html' title='Autumn season/the Big Apple'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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/_0nHGx7ufycA/SOh3vZMNK0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z-nIfxEbeT4/s72-c/DSC00248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673187.post-7552291578418217444</id><published>2008-09-11T14:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:28:52.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of the people who died on 09/11....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SMlhoCla-JI/AAAAAAAAADY/feoy0XY5J-I/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SMlhoCla-JI/AAAAAAAAADY/feoy0XY5J-I/s320/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244830581566142610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SMliAC1FDzI/AAAAAAAAADg/77fF9fEITEc/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SMliAC1FDzI/AAAAAAAAADg/77fF9fEITEc/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244830993948675890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-7552291578418217444?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/7552291578418217444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/7552291578418217444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-memory-of-people-who-died-on-0911.html' title='In memory of the people who died on 09/11....'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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/_0nHGx7ufycA/SMlhoCla-JI/AAAAAAAAADY/feoy0XY5J-I/s72-c/DSC00136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673187.post-5602744453666296102</id><published>2008-08-28T01:27:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T02:24:20.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Limousine ride!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0F0jnsoFP6c"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0F0jnsoFP6c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Mando bookstore with a couple of friends for my textbooks on Monday and the books were like SUPER-DUPER expensive. Why don't they just go over to the bank next-door and rob it? Daylight robbery would be more similar to what they are charging us for the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; their services were very friendly and efficient, &lt;strong&gt;PLUS&lt;/strong&gt; they have got.......hold your breathes........FREE limousine service back to campus!!! Talk about 顾客就是上帝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREDITS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to HAO CHENG, DALIA, DAPHNE and CHRISTINA for their appearances in the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special mention of the limousine driver for his guest appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a round of applause for the Director, Lead Actor and yours truly, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. {CLAP,CLAP,CLAP....}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-5602744453666296102?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/5602744453666296102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/5602744453666296102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-rode-in-limousine.html' title='My 1st Limousine ride!!!'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-7329657405601415843</id><published>2008-08-27T00:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:54:00.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been in the States for almost 2 weeks now. School's started and things are starting to pick up. I am living with a Romanian, a French and a triad of guys from Turkey. Yipeee. Pardon my lack of enthusiasm. The following are some of the photos I took here. There will be more every-now-and-then. So stay tuned. &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SLTZuW8DDaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bI9DDON3jZY/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239051656993377698 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SLTZuW8DDaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bI9DDON3jZY/s320/DSC00081.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SLTZg7J7xnI/AAAAAAAAADI/lENgCNiDSzQ/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239051426197128818 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SLTZg7J7xnI/AAAAAAAAADI/lENgCNiDSzQ/s320/DSC00077.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;My room. My home away from home for now. &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SLTZMS7fvQI/AAAAAAAAADA/39L4v4G6Qns/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239051071801769218 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SLTZMS7fvQI/AAAAAAAAADA/39L4v4G6Qns/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Anyone still using this kind of LKK phone? &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SLTY8etcR3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/x8fFU5ODMYI/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239050800086140786 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SLTY8etcR3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/x8fFU5ODMYI/s320/DSC00092.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;The living is filled with boxes the other guys used to move in with. &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SLTYlsoAFVI/AAAAAAAAACw/IKJ0Jx_SWfw/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239050408684426578 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SLTYlsoAFVI/AAAAAAAAACw/IKJ0Jx_SWfw/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Me, taking a photo of myself in the room mirror. &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SLTYOdua04I/AAAAAAAAACo/ajwl3zkZY5w/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239050009547821954 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SLTYOdua04I/AAAAAAAAACo/ajwl3zkZY5w/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; iMacs for everyone, available in the library!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-7329657405601415843?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/7329657405601415843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/7329657405601415843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-been-in-states-for-almost-2.html' title=''/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SLTZuW8DDaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bI9DDON3jZY/s72-c/DSC00081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673187.post-5042507000229730978</id><published>2008-08-20T00:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:40:49.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrr...</title><content type='html'>This is Weatherman, cY, bringing you the latest weather forecast in Binghamton, New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 11 degrees celsius outside right now. And it is still summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I have arrived at the Binghamton University, SUNY. The place is surrounded by rivers, hills, woods and animals. The scenery is to die for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention animals? I see squirrels running right in the middle of campus, a deer stared at me when I took a small path through the woods and I heard from people that there might be wolves and bears out there. It's like a zoo out there, except that no one is charging me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I also mentioned that it is too god-damned cold for a summer? I can't imagine what state I would be in when winter arrives. Wait to meet cY, the human popsicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be uploading some pics of the scenery soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-5042507000229730978?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/5042507000229730978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/5042507000229730978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2008/08/brrrrr.html' title='Brrrrr...'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-8790972463595208502</id><published>2008-08-10T06:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:16:08.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stroke of a genius 之突发奇想</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SJ7n332THiI/AAAAAAAAACI/muR1aoR2_WI/s1600-h/olympicLogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SJ7n332THiI/AAAAAAAAACI/muR1aoR2_WI/s320/olympicLogo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232874764121611810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One world, one dream 同一个世界， 同一个梦想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise beforehand for the plagiarism on the Beijing Olympic song. A bizzare idea stroke me to change the lyrics of the song. In appreciation to a group of friends that I have the privilege to befriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyes, this post is dedicated to you people. Hope your can know how much your friendships mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《心连心》(Same music, different song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和你们，心连心，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同住地球村。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我为梦想，千里行。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相会新加坡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来吧！赖家，伸出你们的手，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和你们，心连心，永远一家人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your and me. From one world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart to heart. We are Lye family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dreams I travel. Thousands of miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet in Singapore. Come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy we share. Your and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one world. Forever we are Lye family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerz 8)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S.: Please support Beijing Olympic 2008. 中国队加油!）&lt;br /&gt;(P.P.S.: 新加坡队也加油!）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-8790972463595208502?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/8790972463595208502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/8790972463595208502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2008/08/stroke-of-genius.html' title='Stroke of a genius 之突发奇想'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/SJ7n332THiI/AAAAAAAAACI/muR1aoR2_WI/s72-c/olympicLogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673187.post-8916051008314493765</id><published>2008-02-29T11:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:50:04.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>我很ok</title><content type='html'>我可不想装的很可悲 &lt;br /&gt;好让人家来给我安慰 &lt;br /&gt;这一段时间我很ok &lt;br /&gt;顶多如有时候早早睡 &lt;br /&gt;当然还是有一些小小的寂寞在身边 &lt;br /&gt;寂寞很ok 一个人ok 习惯就ok &lt;br /&gt;寂寞很ok 一个人ok 习惯就ok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情面貌我是不了解 &lt;br /&gt;却把自己搞的很狼狈 &lt;br /&gt;有一段时间我不ok &lt;br /&gt;把灵魂混在黑暗里面 &lt;br /&gt;当然还是有一些小小的都不在身边 &lt;br /&gt;寂寞很ok 一个人ok 习惯就ok &lt;br /&gt;寂寞很ok 一个人ok 习惯就ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extract from 《OK》 by 张震岳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好歌就是要能与人的心境不约而和...&lt;br /&gt;我能放得下了...&lt;br /&gt;真好...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-8916051008314493765?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/8916051008314493765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/8916051008314493765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok.html' title='我很ok'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-6570641367107305434</id><published>2008-02-12T04:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:08:19.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White white winter land</title><content type='html'>China met its worst winter in 50 years. I had the honour of getting caught in it.&lt;br /&gt;More pics will be uploaded when I received all the photos taken during the trip from my 堂妹.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! It's snowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7F01K0z6oI/AAAAAAAAACA/OsyCHG4dDK4/s1600-h/itssnowing%EF%BC%81.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7F01K0z6oI/AAAAAAAAACA/OsyCHG4dDK4/s320/itssnowing%EF%BC%81.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166038704358419074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7F0MK0z6nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4lC6LldFOV4/s1600-h/meanduncle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7F0MK0z6nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4lC6LldFOV4/s320/meanduncle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166037999983782514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Guan Yin Sculpture created by an expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7Fzva0z6mI/AAAAAAAAABw/XoyizhX9NsE/s1600-h/guanyingsculpture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7Fzva0z6mI/AAAAAAAAABw/XoyizhX9NsE/s320/guanyingsculpture.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166037506062543458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footprints on the snow field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7FzcK0z6lI/AAAAAAAAABo/EKmeNMUYacU/s1600-h/footprints.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7FzcK0z6lI/AAAAAAAAABo/EKmeNMUYacU/s320/footprints.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166037175350061650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7Fy460z6kI/AAAAAAAAABg/iYXr8P1qWic/s1600-h/icicles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7Fy460z6kI/AAAAAAAAABg/iYXr8P1qWic/s320/icicles.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166036569759672898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created a tiny snowman. I named it xiao bai. Construction in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7FyUa0z6jI/AAAAAAAAABY/AEPPpa36ehI/s1600-h/buildinginprogress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7FyUa0z6jI/AAAAAAAAABY/AEPPpa36ehI/s320/buildinginprogress.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166035942694447666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7FyJq0z6iI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lsVDr7tqfJk/s1600-h/buildinginprogress2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7FyJq0z6iI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lsVDr7tqfJk/s320/buildinginprogress2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166035758010853922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao bai by yours truly. He's got real big hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7Fxta0z6hI/AAAAAAAAABI/XUhfFG8uO0Y/s1600-h/%E5%B0%8F%E7%99%BD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7Fxta0z6hI/AAAAAAAAABI/XUhfFG8uO0Y/s320/%E5%B0%8F%E7%99%BD.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166035272679549458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lone pavillion situated on a distant peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7FxX60z6gI/AAAAAAAAABA/G_LQ7cr3wL8/s1600-h/pagodainthesnow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7FxX60z6gI/AAAAAAAAABA/G_LQ7cr3wL8/s320/pagodainthesnow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166034903312361986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frozen lake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7FwmK0z6fI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eVMzJqQKR2Y/s1600-h/frozenlake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7FwmK0z6fI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eVMzJqQKR2Y/s320/frozenlake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166034048613870066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An alley in the snow. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7FwKq0z6eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/inchyn0Zl10/s1600-h/snowingalley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7FwKq0z6eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/inchyn0Zl10/s320/snowingalley.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166033576167467490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole mountain full of snow-covered trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7Fv1a0z6dI/AAAAAAAAAAo/4HSWC4maT0A/s1600-h/snowymountain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7Fv1a0z6dI/AAAAAAAAAAo/4HSWC4maT0A/s320/snowymountain.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166033211095247314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow covered everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7Fu5q0z6cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HYiFdt75x2M/s1600-h/whitebridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7Fu5q0z6cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HYiFdt75x2M/s320/whitebridge.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166032184598063554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-6570641367107305434?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/6570641367107305434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/6570641367107305434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2008/02/white-white-winter-land.html' title='White white winter land'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nHGx7ufycA/R7F01K0z6oI/AAAAAAAAACA/OsyCHG4dDK4/s72-c/itssnowing%EF%BC%81.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673187.post-5880637086054052320</id><published>2007-12-25T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T02:50:24.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve + Orchard Road = A F**king Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"It was christmas eve. Holiday season filled the air. A bunch of un-suspecting guys went to Orchard road in search of celebrations and merry-making. None of them was any wiser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They emerged in the middle of the scene after a dreadfully long bus journey which seemed to have taken forever. Imagine the horrid expressions they worn on their faces when they beheld what was infront of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hordes and hordes of crazed party-goers confronted them, blocking the paths to all places of solace. The guys pushed and shoved, fighting to keep together while fending off waves after waves of fanatical merry-makers who were armed with bubble sprays and party-poppers. They forged onwards and was mightily close to safety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when they thought that they were safe, an ambush of giggly, party-thirsty girls came upon them. Much damage was done in the surprise attack but the guys were unshaken and more determined to get to their ultimate destination..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above-mentioned horror tale was based on a true witness account that happened on Christmas Eve 2007. Although the story contained exaggerations that makes it sound unbelievable, surviving witnesses sworn that it is highly close to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth or Fact? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your naked-soul news correspondent, cY, reporting from the safety of his home. (&gt;.0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-5880637086054052320?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/5880637086054052320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/5880637086054052320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve-orchard-road-fking-bad.html' title='Christmas Eve + Orchard Road = A F**king Bad Idea'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-971153903724094652</id><published>2007-07-02T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T07:43:30.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More than meets the eye...</title><content type='html'>As a boy, I grew up watching cartoons like Transformers and He-man : Master of the universe. Good Robots fighting evil robots, superheros fighting super-villains... That kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, who share my interests in these boyish childhood fantasies, would properly agree that Transformers rocks and that Optimus Prime kicks A**. What better way to combine Cars and robots(boys and usually men, loves these 2) together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, transformers has (pardon the pun) transformed from 2D cartoons to a full CGI movie. It's like many boys' (and men's) dreams come true. How many of us felt a sense of awe when Optimus uttered the famous line, "Autobots, roll out.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there when Optimus mutilated Bonecrusher's head. I was there when Megatron tore Jass into scrap. And I was there when the Optimus Prime and his autobots were destroyed in the original cartoons, all so that Hasbro can start its new line of toy franchise. Young boys were made to watch their heros get decimated and to face the truth about life and death. I was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I look at the cartoons boys watch nowadays. And I can proudly say to them, "Your cartoons are for girls."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-971153903724094652?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/971153903724094652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/971153903724094652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-than-meets-eye.html' title='More than meets the eye...'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-7429736570418814602</id><published>2007-06-16T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T13:19:26.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Value...</title><content type='html'>Some treat work as arrows and run to avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;I treat my work as challenges and run to take them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that we have only gone through 3/4 of NS.&lt;br /&gt;I say that we have only got 1/4 left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some see stupid people all around them.&lt;br /&gt;I see arrogant bastards who overestimated themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the infamous NS saying goes, "Please wake up your f**king idea!!"&lt;br /&gt;Release thyselves from thy self-imposed narrow vision and look beneath the surface.&lt;br /&gt;Life could be better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-7429736570418814602?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/7429736570418814602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/7429736570418814602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2007/06/face-value.html' title='Face Value...'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-2768288214846644144</id><published>2007-06-09T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T13:48:20.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better early than late</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; may refer to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Not arriving until after an expected time.&lt;br /&gt;eg. Even though I rushed as fast as I could, I was still late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The designation of a person or thing as "Deceased"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A 2000 album by The 77s &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-An uninhabited volcanic island southwest of Vavaʻu in the kingdom of Tonga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; may lead to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Apology.&lt;br /&gt;eg. I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Remorse.&lt;br /&gt;eg. Why did I do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Promises.&lt;br /&gt;eg. Let's be punctual next time and have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-2768288214846644144?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/2768288214846644144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/2768288214846644144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2007/06/better-early-than-late.html' title='Better early than late'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-4607728232005969063</id><published>2007-06-08T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:25:46.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes around comes around...</title><content type='html'>Violence begets violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil-doers beware! &lt;br /&gt;Fate will not be kind to you.&lt;br /&gt;Retribution will catch up with you.&lt;br /&gt;Misfortune will trail you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and let live.&lt;br /&gt;Justice will one day be served, just as sure as apples will fall from trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-4607728232005969063?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/4607728232005969063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/4607728232005969063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='What goes around comes around...'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-7266266539918016209</id><published>2007-06-03T07:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:27:46.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bottle of rum...please</title><content type='html'>Love. Hatred. Honour. Betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;The life story of a scurvy dog, as oft be told.&lt;br /&gt;A rambunctious lot of rag-tag scums living their freedom on the seven seas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pillage. Murder. Rape.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's what they do in their fervour for gold.&lt;br /&gt;Hoist the Colours! They say. They shout. Davy Jones shall have what is his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the colors high.&lt;br /&gt;Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-7266266539918016209?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/7266266539918016209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/7266266539918016209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2007/06/bottle-of-rumplease.html' title='A bottle of rum...please'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-8412266150393054697</id><published>2007-06-02T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:36:50.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh new beginning...</title><content type='html'>Those of you who know me for a long time would probably know that I stopped updating my blog since the year 2005. And for those of you haven't been with me for that long, just check the post before this one to know when I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. People would probably think that I have a short attention span and anything around me can only catch my attention for like 3 secs. But hey, I've got to say that the previous blog which some of you guys would remember is gone, along with the old me. But I will keep all the old posts as memories, as a record of my life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, what I am trying to say is this: A new beginning for me. And I wish(hard) that as time goes by, I will get to know more people in life and share with them some of the feelings and happenings that I experience throughout my wholesome life, hoping(harder) that I will not bore them too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, people. Gaze into the naked soul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-8412266150393054697?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/8412266150393054697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/8412266150393054697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2007/06/fresh-new-beginning.html' title='A fresh new beginning...'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-111876585648952106</id><published>2005-06-14T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:51:50.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality through my Bdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: July 17&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style=" font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 17th day of the month suggests that you are very lucky financially, because this date indicates a solid business sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you are probably very honest and ethical, this birthday enables you to be shrewd and successful in the world of business and commercial enterprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have excellent organizational, managerial, and administrative capabilities enabling you to handle large projects and significant amounts of money with relative ease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ambitious and highly goal-oriented, although you may be better at starting projects than you are at finishing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sensitivity in your nature, often repressed below the surface of awareness, makes it hard to give or receive affection.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&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/8673187-111876585648952106?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111876585648952106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111876585648952106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/06/your-birthdate-july-17-your-birth-on.html' title='Personality through my Bdae'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-111876501526929071</id><published>2005-06-14T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:52:59.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...my curiosity has been aroused</title><content type='html'>saw these tests on hC's blog...looks quite interesting so...hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-111876501526929071?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111876501526929071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111876501526929071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/06/saw-these-tests-on-hcs-blog.html' title='hmm...my curiosity has been aroused'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-111876442850513910</id><published>2005-06-14T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:53:45.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality through my horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;fontface="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;You are &lt;b&gt;73&lt;/b&gt;% Cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/cancer.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/astrologyquizzes.html"&gt;How much do you match your zodiac sign?&lt;/a&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/8673187-111876442850513910?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111876442850513910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111876442850513910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-are-73-cancer-how-much-do-you.html' title='Personality through my horoscope'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-111876410828174559</id><published>2005-06-14T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:54:43.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Key to me heart?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-111876410828174559?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111876410828174559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111876410828174559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/06/keys-to-your-heart-you-are-attracted.html' title='Key to me heart?!?'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-111842224758891571</id><published>2005-06-10T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:55:35.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday, I want to be there to see it.</title><content type='html'>I remember a week ago, I saw a TV programme introducing Dubai, the pearl of the Gulf. I was generally being my curious self and wanted to know more about that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the show, Dubai's most interesting in its architechtures. Every of its many modern buildings  were build by architects from different countries. According to its minister of developement, this is to ensure that Dubai have its own uniquely designed urban jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most famous of all Dubai's architecture wonders is the Buri Al Arab. It's the world's only 7 star hotel. And as the programme takes us for a trip through the interior of the best hotel in the world, I am amazed. Everywhere in the luxurious hotel, gold sparkled. Every floor of the hotel have its own butler. And as u look down from the higher floors, u would realise tt the hotel was made to look like a giant kalidescope. It was a facinating sight. It is definitely THE place to go if u were rich AND famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was amazed to find tt u can find the eighth wonder of the world in Dubai. The world's largest two man-made island, the Palm islands, are being built at the coasts of Dubai.  The two Dubai islands, The Palm Jumeirah and The Palm Jebel Ali, will be built in the shape of date palm trees and consist of a trunk; a crown with 17 fronds; and a surrounding crescent island - the back of which forms the breakwater. Collectively, the island will support more than than 60 luxury hotels, 4,000 exclusive residential villas (sale), 1,000 unique water homes (sale), 5,000 shoreline apartments (sale), marinas, water theme parks, restaurants, shopping malls, sports facilities, health spas, cinemas and various dive sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics: &lt;a href="http://guide.theemiratesnetwork.com/living/dubai/images/the_palm/palm_jebel_ali.jpg"&gt;http://guide.theemiratesnetwork.com/living/dubai/images/the_palm/palm_jebel_ali.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;a href="http://guide.theemiratesnetwork.com/living/dubai/images/the_palm/palm_jumeirah.jpg"&gt;http://guide.theemiratesnetwork.com/living/dubai/images/the_palm/palm_jumeirah.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The former is expected to be completed in early 2006 and the latter to be completed by the end of 2007. And tt's not all. A third Palm have been announced to be built.   The Palm Deira will be the largest of the 3 palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic: &lt;a href="http://guide.theemiratesnetwork.com/living/dubai/images/the_palm/palm_deira.jpg"&gt;http://guide.theemiratesnetwork.com/living/dubai/images/the_palm/palm_deira.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And foreigners are welcomed to owning their own properties on the Palms. I would sure love to live in a place like tt. And guess who had already booked in advance for houses there. People like Beckham and wife, Michael Jorden and many more. But sorry to disappoint many but, the middle price range of the private housings on the Palms is US$3 million. If only i could afford...haha fat hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-111842224758891571?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111842224758891571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111842224758891571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/06/eighth-wonder-of-world.html' title='Someday, I want to be there to see it.'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-111366653075669619</id><published>2005-04-16T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:56:20.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Incoherent thoughts?! Really!!!</title><content type='html'>Lots of incoherent thoughts: The future looks bleak... Life stinks... Pain surges through the body... The headache not wanting to go away... Never sleep well last night... But I cannot blame nobody cos its all my fault... Songs that are really sad were sang and forgotten... Yet I have to mask the sourness inside with jokes and laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MuHaHaHaHa...Just joking...Trivial trashtalk mah...hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱是自由的。我没有权力决定谁爱谁，也没有权力决定自己的生死。我只能决定祝福他们，永远快乐和幸福。爱是一场戏，他们是主角。而我则会退到幕后，祈祷一场美满的演出。我所流的泪是快乐的泪。只要他们快乐，我就感到欣慰。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight could be another sleepless night... Penadol sucks... A blow to head from a hammer might be more effective... HaHaHaHaHa... I still so humourous with a headache... So pro nia... Why does the dumbass throbbing only on the right corner of the head? Get hit there too many times last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我干吗唠哩唠叨一大堆?哈哈哈哈。。。越来越像个老头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呜呼！心中突然涌出想法：过去十几年真是白活了。。。唉！我也该退场了。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-111366653075669619?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111366653075669619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111366653075669619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/04/lots-of-incoherent-thoughts-future.html' title='Incoherent thoughts?! Really!!!'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-111357176856688999</id><published>2005-04-15T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:56:52.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death would have been sweeter...</title><content type='html'>Let me die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a person without a soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a broken heart ever be mended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MuHaHaHaHaHa...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明知道让你离开他的世界不可能会,我还傻傻等到奇迹出现的那一天.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;直到那一天你会发现,真正爱你的人独自守着伤悲.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be blind cos i dun wanna see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be killed by a swift swing of thy sword...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-111357176856688999?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111357176856688999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111357176856688999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/04/let-me-die.html' title='Death would have been sweeter...'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-111297522533590881</id><published>2005-04-08T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:57:27.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School...oh...boring school</title><content type='html'>A tiring day spent... Chem test WAS on the important list. Glad it is over. Godmother so bad, anyhow come up to me and start scolding... nv think of my feelings(not tt i give a damn abt wat she say)... anyway the test is OVER. Lets not ponder upon the past anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See everybody blog so long, yet i got nothing to say... Sianz sia... suddenly feel like gng to pungol park and run 5 rounds but i jus bathe so... feeling sleepy but dun wan to go zZz, so sit here blog trash-talk...Trivial Trash-talk...haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-111297522533590881?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111297522533590881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111297522533590881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/04/tiring-day-spent.html' title='School...oh...boring school'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-111227286556609743</id><published>2005-03-31T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:58:02.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics from my heart</title><content type='html'>情不自禁&lt;br /&gt;歌手:&lt;a href="http://mp3.baidu.com/m?tn=baidump3&amp;ct=134217728&amp;amp;lm=-1&amp;word=%BA%FA%D1%E5%B1%F3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;胡彦斌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 专辑:&lt;a href="http://mp3.baidu.com/m?tn=baidump3&amp;amp;ct=134217728&amp;lm=-1&amp;amp;word=music%BB%EC%BA%CF%CC%E5"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;music混合体&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情不自禁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想不到爱情是一种自尊的游戏&lt;br /&gt;我也只能用谦卑的眼去凝望着你&lt;br /&gt;看着你的微笑是怎么融化我的心情&lt;br /&gt;不自禁就算有任何仙丹能够唤我清醒&lt;br /&gt;我宁可丢掉不用依然执迷不醒&lt;br /&gt;你不要请示我这么做的心里面动机&lt;br /&gt;情不自禁想你&lt;br /&gt;你的笑对我来说已成为致命的原动力&lt;br /&gt;就这么神奇就这么有趣&lt;br /&gt;我已甘之如饴&lt;br /&gt;我若想起你就有种说不出莫名的开心&lt;br /&gt;就这么神奇就这么有趣&lt;br /&gt;多亏世界有你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想不到爱情是一种自尊的游戏&lt;br /&gt;我也只能用谦卑的眼去凝望着你&lt;br /&gt;看着你的微笑是怎么融化我的心&lt;br /&gt;情不自禁就算有任何仙丹能够唤我清醒&lt;br /&gt;我宁可丢掉不用依然执迷不醒&lt;br /&gt;你不要请示我这么做的心里面动机&lt;br /&gt;情不自禁想你&lt;br /&gt;你的笑对我来说已成为致命的原动力&lt;br /&gt;就这么神奇就这么有趣&lt;br /&gt;我已甘之如饴&lt;br /&gt;我若想起你就有种说不出莫名的开心&lt;br /&gt;就这么神奇就这么有趣&lt;br /&gt;多亏世界有你&lt;br /&gt;哦我是真的情不自禁想爱上你&lt;br /&gt;你的笑对我来说已成为致命的原动力&lt;br /&gt;就这么神奇就这么有趣&lt;br /&gt;我已甘之如饴&lt;br /&gt;我若想起你就有种说不出莫名的开心&lt;br /&gt;就这么神奇就这么有趣&lt;br /&gt;多亏世界有你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-111227286556609743?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111227286556609743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111227286556609743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/03/music.html' title='Lyrics from my heart'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-111185859989930684</id><published>2005-03-26T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T10:18:08.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words that ring true</title><content type='html'>"Can't Lose What You Never Had" by Westlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahhhhhhaaaaaaaaaahhhhh Baby you're so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;and when i'm near you,&lt;br /&gt;i can't breathe,(i can't breathe)&lt;br /&gt;A girl like you gets what she wants,&lt;br /&gt;when she wants it.&lt;br /&gt;You're so out of my league,(out my league)&lt;br /&gt;I show you no emotion.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let you see,&lt;br /&gt;what you're doin' to me.(that's what you seeing baby)&lt;br /&gt;I imagine the two of us together,&lt;br /&gt;but i've been living in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of rejection,&lt;br /&gt;kept my love inside,&lt;br /&gt;But time is running out,&lt;br /&gt;so damn my foolish pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you think i'm crazy,(crazy)&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if it turns out bad,(i don't care)&lt;br /&gt;I've got no fear of losing you,&lt;br /&gt;You can't lose what you never had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm gonna confess, that i love you, (love you)&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping it inside,(inside),&lt;br /&gt;feelin i could die,&lt;br /&gt;But if you turn away,&lt;br /&gt;baby that's O.K.&lt;br /&gt;At least we had a moment,&lt;br /&gt;before you say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;You can't lose what you never had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules are made for breaking,(breaking)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ventured nothing gained,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be no worse off,&lt;br /&gt;than i am right now,&lt;br /&gt;and i might never get that chance again,baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of rejection,&lt;br /&gt;kept my love inside,&lt;br /&gt;Told my heart i didn't want you,&lt;br /&gt;but i lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you think i'm crazy,(i'm crazy)&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if it turns out bad,&lt;br /&gt;(doesn't matter if it turns out bad)&lt;br /&gt;I've got no fear of losing you,&lt;br /&gt;You can't lose what you never had.(yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm gonna confess that i love you.(i love you)&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping it inside,(inside)&lt;br /&gt;feelin i could die.(i could die)&lt;br /&gt;But if you turn away,&lt;br /&gt;baby that's O.K.&lt;br /&gt;At least we'll have a moment,&lt;br /&gt;before you say good-bye.(before you say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here on the outside looking in,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna stay dreaming bout,&lt;br /&gt;what could have been.&lt;br /&gt;Need to hear you speak my name,&lt;br /&gt;even if you shoot me down in flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you think i'm crazy.(i 'm crazy baby)&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if it turns out bad.(if it turns out bad)&lt;br /&gt;I've got no fear of losing you.&lt;br /&gt;You can't lose what you never had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm gonna confess that i love you.(that i love you girl)&lt;br /&gt;I've been keepin it inside,&lt;br /&gt;feelin i could die.(die)&lt;br /&gt;But if you turn away,&lt;br /&gt;baby that's O.K.&lt;br /&gt;At least we have a moment,&lt;br /&gt;before you say good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't loose what you never had,&lt;br /&gt;You can't loose what you never had,&lt;br /&gt;You can't loose what you never had......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-111185859989930684?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111185859989930684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111185859989930684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/03/cant-lose-what-you-never-had-by.html' title='Words that ring true'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-111037253184774007</id><published>2005-03-09T06:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:33:33.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess up as everything else</title><content type='html'>What am i going to blog about? Lately, life's being a mess. Things are happening so fast that I don't know how to react. Words start to fail me. Alzheimir's? I can't even string words together to finish this blog... My thoughts are jumbled up and totally stuck on the inner walls of my skull. It feels like the only way to get my thoughts organised is to drill a hole in my head, take all of them out and position them by hand. And I sure hope it was that easy... My soul has left my body and I to be the empty shell that we was fated to be... No feeling of completeness all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even understand myself. Am I fit to understand others? How can I ever hope to qualify to be a psycologist? And I am forced to ask myself the question: Does one follows one's mind or heart? The devil and the angel that should be my conscience would pop out to answer this question with uncomparable zeal. They would always disagree with each other and the question would be left unanswered. I asked myself this question on many sleepless nights. Some people inform me about my hair greying out rapidly. Perhaps I could have a head of grey hair overnight. Blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have a case of phronemophobia or  arithmophobia or even bibliophobia, or perhaps all 3 of these together. That would explain why words are failing me and thoughts are playing tricks on me. It could even explain why I do badly in school. Maybe I can just step up to Mr Ho and tell him:" Sir, my doctor dignosed that I suffer from phronemophobia, epistemophobia, arithmophobia and bibliophobia. He thought it would be nice for me to inform you." Haha, that would have been fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about phobias, I am surprised to learn that there is even one named hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia which would be the fear for lengthy words. What irony. Then a person with the above mentioned phobia would probably never go to Thailand, Buangkok, ever if I was to tell him that the city's real name is Krungthep Mahanakhon Bovorn Ratanakosin Mahintharayutthaya Mahadilokpop Noparatratchathani Burirom Udomratchanivet Mahasathan Amornpiman Avatarnsathit Sakkathattiyavisnukarmprasit, meaning the 'City of Angels'. Whew, what a long name. And there is even arachibutyrophobia, which is the fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.HAha. Oops, I think I suddenly contacted logophobia, so I will have to end here. Fun playing with words....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-111037253184774007?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111037253184774007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111037253184774007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-am-i-going-to-block-about-lately.html' title='Mess up as everything else'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-111000814127318537</id><published>2005-03-05T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:34:04.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of the Day</title><content type='html'>刚则会断，硬则会散。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即使是潺潺流水，也有流向万丈瀑布的一天，世上没有不变的事物。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;躲藏在强颜欢笑背后的，很有可能是一个受伤的灵魂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;何时才能得偿所愿？你不知，我不知，只有天知道。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-111000814127318537?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111000814127318537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/111000814127318537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title='Thoughts of the Day'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-110753295588638990</id><published>2005-02-04T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:35:15.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Complains and ah yes, sweet sweet love</title><content type='html'>wat the hell! dun ppl noe wat is privacy? keep looking at ppl...y like tt? dun noe wat you wan? u like to sleep so much go sleep lah...i hate it when ppl kb me for something i nv even do...damn it...kb until so shiok...den stand like a tree like tt behind ppl's back...wa lau go sleep leh...sianz...kaoz...i will go to sleep when i feel sleepy...always force ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship day is 9 days away and i am too late to order flowers liao...sianz...y is lao tian ye like tt?when i finally found the courage to do something, the order period is already over...had to trouble er jie to help me...sianz...u see lah kbkb hai me forget wat to type liao...asshole...stubborn like wat like tt...kaoz...lets see how long u can stand there...i purposely keep typing...lao zi shiok wat can u do? the san guo yan yi playing on the tv and him standing behind me...can u imagine wat an weird situation this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sure got patience man...y can't he go to sleep like he used to? wat is he thinking?i am sick and tired of being forced to sleep when i dun even feel like sleeping...y can't i sleep late? the whole world like only he can sleep late like tt...kaoz...wat a tyrant! qing shi huang oso better than him ah! ahhhhhhhhhh! go to sleep! rock a bye baby rock on the tree top...haha ku zhong zhuo le...is there no end to my misery? not only do i have to endure the tiring lion dance today at school but i have to bare with his nonsense when i came home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-110753295588638990?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110753295588638990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110753295588638990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/02/complains-and-ah-yes-sweet-sweet-love.html' title='Complains and ah yes, sweet sweet love'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-110734765778072158</id><published>2005-02-02T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:35:40.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of the Day</title><content type='html'>为什么会这样？我。。。有苦说不出。。。唉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这世界里，又有谁能听我诉苦呢？就尤如哑巴吃黄莲，有苦说不出。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;将一切的一切都藏在心中是一件辛苦的事，但我却只能这么做。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有她才能解放我。。。但。。。唉&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-110734765778072158?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110734765778072158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110734765778072158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title='Thoughts of the Day'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-110697081819524521</id><published>2005-01-28T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:37:34.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance between worlds</title><content type='html'>这世上最遥远的距离就是你站在心爱的人身边而她不知你爱她。人世间的痛苦莫过于此。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-110697081819524521?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110697081819524521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110697081819524521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/01/read-in-unicode.html' title='Distance between worlds'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-110614453907663250</id><published>2005-01-19T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:37:59.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What luck?!</title><content type='html'>An unlucky thing happened today. I was made the maths rep!?! Who the hell would think of such an absurb idea? Why on earth did Mr Ho make me the maths rep? And there was no way to decline or back out. I thought it was supposed to be a democratic vote. Apparently, democracy live on Mars. The hell with it. Maths rep then maths rep lah, i scared izzit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lao jie pai chi me early in the morning. But i think she simmer down liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wushu was pretty sian. Everybody training for performance while i only got lion dance. This makes me want to finish nan quan tao lu asap. Lion dance is interesting and COOL. Hope tt New Year celebration would be a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-110614453907663250?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110614453907663250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110614453907663250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/01/unlucky-thing-happened-today.html' title='What luck?!'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-110596861284044904</id><published>2005-01-17T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:47:58.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of My life</title><content type='html'>This week only got four days and already one day is going to pass. Not bad, not bad at all. Friday is... hmmm... i forgot wat festival liao. Anyway i remember saturday the 22nd is an important day but can't remember why important. Maybe not so important lah. Lol. Why i so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today PE we went swimming. 20 laps is no small feat. Long time no swim. But then good for the body so cannot complain. Then lessons ended at 11.15. Me, lao jie, er jie, san jie and lao pa went out. We eat, we shop, we zhuo bo. Then er jie went off. Then we go shop at precious thots. Then we go home. Summary of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun noe y my father lian chou chou today. Kb me for using the com. Kb this and kb that. Weird. ok gtg, he kbing again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-110596861284044904?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110596861284044904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110596861284044904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-week-only-got-four-days-and.html' title='Days of My life'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-110545291451557805</id><published>2005-01-11T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:48:52.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>World of the future? or just imagination?</title><content type='html'>Technology rules the world today. I wonder what it would be if we live in a world without it. Would life be unbareable or could it be better? Technology is like an addiction. The more you use it, the more you want it. Without it, life would be boring. But I feel that we are being manupulated by technology. We can't stop wanting more and more from it. It is an uncontrollable global addiction. I can't help but wonder what would be life like without technology. Perhaps one day, we would turn from masters to slaves, used by technology as tools for whatever means. Maybe the world would really turn in the one in "Matrix". Perhaps we are already in one. We just dun realise it. If we are, then someone help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys... I think i watch too much movies liao... I wrote the passage above sub-consiously b4 i could stop... i wasn't having anything in mind,so the passage was just a thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-110545291451557805?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110545291451557805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110545291451557805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/01/technology-rules-world-today.html' title='World of the future? or just imagination?'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-110536542883931569</id><published>2005-01-10T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:49:58.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life stinks...Literally</title><content type='html'>Monday sux. Early in the morning, my sister woke me up to tell me tt she wanted to vomit. Then without any warning and time allowance for me to react, she vomitted all over my bed. My hand and body was stained with her vomit. I can't even open the door with the sticky and gooey stuff on my hand. Then I realised that it was time to get to school. Damn, i feel like i have not had any sleep at all. I bathed a long time to get the smell and the sticky stuff off my body. Yucks, it is disgusting to think abt it. But i guess my sister was even poor thing. Not only did she get vomit all over her body, she was having a fever and a very bad cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then because of this little incident, i reached school late. The DM (what was his name, i can't remember) was happily catching all the late-comers. I din noe the school was clamming down (sound like crime watch) on late-coming, haha, what a funny thing to do. And he wasn't afraid to let us skip our 1st lesson so that he could give us a nice dressing down.(Was the purpose of clamming down on late coming not to stop people skipping lessons? What irony) Anyway he wanted us to plan our journey from home to school so that we could always reach on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily not the entire day sucked. I only had 3 lessons today or should i say for the rest of the year. Yippee, so shiok, the perfect time table for a slacker like me. Hope my mum changed new bed sheets for me or i would rather sleep on the floor ha. Hope my little sis get well soon. Oh yah, and san jie as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-110536542883931569?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110536542883931569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110536542883931569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/01/monday-sux.html' title='Life stinks...Literally'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-110528029476796309</id><published>2005-01-09T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:50:34.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have got nothing to say.</title><content type='html'>long time no blog... i forgot to blog abt friday, which i promised i would...so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, Lao jie, er jie, san jie, lao pa, rachel and i went for lunch at cafe cartel. The meal was delicious, but i mistook rachel's steak for my pork chop. i feel like a idiot at that moment. i feel like killing myself. i am thoroughly embarressed. an unfortunate event. it was entirely of my mistake. if only i had asked the waitress... well, no point crying over spilt milk. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to an empty hall of some sorts to talk crap. then er jie went to meet brother-in-law for work? date? not sure. anyway, the rest of us went to suntec city after we all got bored sitting there. we or should i say lao pa was shopping for new shoes. he couldn't decide wat shoes he wanted. we kept going from shop to shop until we were all thirsty, so we went carrefour for drinks. i bought a bottle of the worst tasting mineral water i ever drank in my life. Boy, tt was disgusting. then it got late and rachel went home by bus 36 if i am not wrong, san jie and lao jie by east-west line and lao pa and i went home by NEL. lao pa then took bus 62 at my house there to go his new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, i sure hope i could make things more exciting tt day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-110528029476796309?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110528029476796309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110528029476796309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2005/01/long-time-no-blog.html' title='I have got nothing to say.'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-110006142707646276</id><published>2004-11-09T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:51:17.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I dumb or what?</title><content type='html'>I have caught what i call the "Aw, I'm Dumb Syndrome" or short form AIDS. I would suddenly forget what I wanted to do a few minutes ago and.....see I just forgot what i wanted to say. Haha, brain seems to be disfuntioning. Then I would experience long periods of blank spaces in my memory. I could not remember what I did yesterday. Could it be Alien Abduction? Erm, I doubt something that exciting could happen to me. I can't even remember what Mr Ho looks like. Creepy if u ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I wanted to read "Hong Lou Meng", I don't seem to understand a word it is saying. How come so chim, I asked myself? My neanderthal skull seems impervious to even chinese it seems. God, I am finished. However I must rectify that the AIDS is not infectious by any means, but depends on the individual. If your name starts with a C and ends with a U, then there is a high chance that you may have caught the mysterious AIDS. Now, how do i post this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-110006142707646276?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110006142707646276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/110006142707646276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-have-caught-what-i-call-aw-im-dumb.html' title='Am I dumb or what?'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109992568577874352</id><published>2004-11-08T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:52:48.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a day's fun.</title><content type='html'>SPA sucks to the core. For those who agree with me, please say "SPA sucks". Is there anything more useless in this world than SPA? Maybe there is, but I can't think of any right now. Why is there a need for practical if its all theory-based? Its all rubbish and nuisance I tell u. But I am going to be a good boy and stop cursing SPA. Stupid SPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the boring SPA thingy, we(er jie, san jie, si jie, wu ge, qi di, xiao mei and I) went to have big breakfast at Mac. The waitress delivered an extra hashbrown and I got stuck for words, but she kindly allow us to keep the extra hashbrown. Good service for once. Anyway our topics shift from SPA to getting jobs to the Champians TV show. We mutilated the photos of the leading female actresses and they sort of turn out like chinese vampires. Very satisfiying. Just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went with wu ge and qi di to watch Princess Diaries 2 today. Rachel went home, lao jie and er jie went shopping, so the boys of the Lye family went on our own family outing. The movie was remarkably funny for, what san jie said,such a girly show. I for one don't think so. The show is more like the kind of movie you would catch on a family outing. It was a let down that the Lye family couldn't catch it on Saturday. If given a chance, I would like to catch the movie again. Maybe I will go borrow Princess Diaries from wu ge, who downloaded from the net. And btw GOT OUTING MUST ASK ME HOR, PPL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109992568577874352?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109992568577874352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109992568577874352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/11/spa-sucks-to-core.html' title='All in a day&apos;s fun.'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109961990896707390</id><published>2004-11-04T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:53:24.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a job...pretty please?</title><content type='html'>I need a job desperately...Not only am i bored, i need the money...ahhhhhhhhh...wat to do?&lt;br /&gt;The jobs found on the newspaper are either too far away or needs girls or need work experience...How is a guy supposed to survive in this harsh society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i was to choosy? mmmmmm, i tink i will go look again...bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109961990896707390?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109961990896707390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109961990896707390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-need-job-desperately.html' title='Give me a job...pretty please?'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109953457595153153</id><published>2004-11-03T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:53:58.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew I must be.</title><content type='html'>Woooooooo,I'm evil.Muhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homokaasu.org/gematriculator/?referer" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="80" alt="This site is certified 38% EVIL by the Gematriculator" src="http://homokaasu.org/pics/g/e38.jpg" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109953457595153153?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109953457595153153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109953457595153153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/11/wooooooooim-evil.html' title='I knew I must be.'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109953377203099329</id><published>2004-11-03T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:54:48.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok. I admit I am lame...for once</title><content type='html'>Plz sing to the chorus of Liu jia yue dui's ban kong ban du&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m bored, I’m bored, I’m so bored, I’m so bored, I’m sian, I’m sian, I’m so sian, I’m so sian, I’m bored, I’m bored, I’m so bored, I’m so bored, I’m sian, I’m sian, I’m so sian, I’m so sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109953377203099329?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109953377203099329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109953377203099329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/11/plz-sing-to-chorus-of-liu-jia-yue-duis.html' title='Ok. I admit I am lame...for once'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109931472768334760</id><published>2004-11-01T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:55:13.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it....NOW</title><content type='html'>Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=748"&gt;"Your Psych-Ward diagnosis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz/748/res5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bipolar Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosis: BiPolar Disorder Sometimes severe mental disorder involving manic episodes that are usually accompanied by episodes of depression. The manic phase of the disorder is characterized by an abnormally elevated or irritable mood, grandiosity, sleeplessness, extravagance, and a tendency toward irrational judgment. During the depressed phase, the person tends to appear lethargic and withdrawn, shows a lack of concentration, and expresses feelings of worthlessness, self-blame, and guilt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109931472768334760?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109931472768334760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109931472768334760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/11/take-quiz-your-psych-ward-diagnosis.html' title='Take it....NOW'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109923804114306112</id><published>2004-10-31T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:56:01.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste me...and you might like it</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/flavour.pl"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="What Flavour Are You? I taste like Bread." src="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/flavour/15.png" width="100" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I taste like &lt;b&gt;Bread&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am a staple in almost everyone's diet. Friends like me are a complement to any other friends I get on with almost everyone, remaining mostly in the background, but providing substance when it would otherwise be lacking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/flavour.pl"&gt;What Flavour Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109923804114306112?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109923804114306112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109923804114306112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-taste-like-bread_31.html' title='Taste me...and you might like it'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109923647686010834</id><published>2004-10-31T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:56:20.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss me? No one?</title><content type='html'>yo ppl...long time nv blog liaoz...anybody missed my blogs? hehehe...all my stupid new com fault lah...format liao oso no use...i tink better call for tech support...can't depend on my father forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lye family gathering!!!The newly formed Lye family went for steam-boat dinner on 29/04...all of us were there except for da ge...he was not there because he say it was raining...so lame...anyway ppl, we got new da yi ma(la pa de sister), guess is who??? hehehe, she agreed to b when i asked her today--------Jodi!!! Hehehe...Welcome to our BIG family, da yi ma...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ppl taking higher chinese tomo, kamatei!!! Mus get A1 hor...GOGOGO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109923647686010834?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109923647686010834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109923647686010834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/10/yo-ppl.html' title='Miss me? No one?'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109880022947925293</id><published>2004-10-26T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:57:44.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midsummer's Daydream</title><content type='html'>Today we had LEP club. We played captain's ball for an hour or so, before we decide to fly kite as a wind started. At the end only yY manage to get his stupid kite up. Is there no end to my boredom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to please everyone? I just want to make a difference in other people's life, since many people think i am a failure. Is that wrong? At least the intention was good. Perhaps lone wolves do not KNOW of the meaning of making a difference. Can't people understand my good will? I truly disire for others to be happy, even though happiness is not something I could grasp and hold. At least I am carefree. Whenever I see people feeling sad, I would try to cheer them up. Is that wrong? Or do people just can't stand my behaviour? I am thinking about these questions right now. Tonight, I was enlightened. I know what I should be doing in order to get closer to my goals. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I caught the DISEASE. Why in the world would I think so much? This is not like me. I ought to day-dream more. Maybe we will meet there, in the dream world. Perhaps??? Hahaha, see all your there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109880022947925293?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109880022947925293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109880022947925293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-we-had-lep-club.html' title='Midsummer&apos;s Daydream'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109859778613957533</id><published>2004-10-24T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:01:09.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream about me...</title><content type='html'>Lately,I noticed a funny thing that is happening. It seems that the amount of bad things that people think is directly proportionate to the amount of free time they have. Why is this so? I do not know. But i think people nowadays are just too stressed. They should learn to enjoy the things that are happening around them. People who are captivated by the simple things in life are often those who are carefree. I am one of these people, I think, and I love observing these people. I want to know whether they think like me. I want to share the things that they were captivated and mesmerised by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things in the world that are we can be besotted and enamored by. How often do people get facinated by rainbows that materialize after a rain? Or engrossed by the falling rain? The problem of growing up, my friends, is that we forget how it was to be a child. Yes, to be a child. Can you not see children have dreams and fantasies? They are carefree because of dreams. Their dream because they are carefree. As we are growing up, we must not forget to dream. There are things that we can never achieve in life, but in our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps your may find me too difficult to understand, or maybe a idealist who is talking about something that is not feasible. But everything starts off as something that is impossible. If you do not believe what I say or thinks that I am a idiot, please still remember my words. Maybe somedays when you feel stressed, these words may help you. La vie est mais un rêve. Che sara sara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109859778613957533?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109859778613957533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109859778613957533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/10/latelyi-noticed-funny-thing-that-is.html' title='Dream about me...'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109854655588372307</id><published>2004-10-23T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:59:36.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH! SHOPPING! get a life....</title><content type='html'>yesterday, Allan,yX,zG,wY,Lao jie,hC,Rachel and I all pon talk go and shop...dun noe wat happened along the way but i tink is poor leadership caused us to end up at Bugis...then we go Yoshi drink water...Seeing lao jie eating her DELICIOUS guo tie make me hungry and yX go mad...he treated some of us eat octopus and prawn...dun noe y lah but tasted gd anyway...then we shop around until all us boys start to complain leg tired...dun noe where the girls get their energy to shop...some see things they wan oso cannot decide whether to buy or not...some is confirm wan to buy but no money...life sure is funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then hC suggested we go take neoprint...have u ever see 8 person taking neoprint in a single booth??? Can die i tell u...but i manage to get gd pic...hehehe...jiu rang wo na lai dang zhuan jia zhi bao ba...hope got next time...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun noe when my wishes can come true??? haix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today we had to go wY's house do pw op rehearsal...so sian loh...wY's new 700i look really cool and the game was fun...hehe...keeping playing until got scolded by Jodi...sorry ok, Jodi...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun noe when my new com can be reformated???my father taking his own sweet time...i wan to play gunbound and all my other games...dun noe how long nv play com games liao...seems like ETERNITY...hehe...and i need lots of money...holiday coming liao...lots of things need to do but my hands are tight...i tink i will try to ask my mom for a nets card so everytime i needed money no need to ask from her...she will giv me anyway so y all the trouble...I SWEAR I WOULD BE A SPENDTHRIFT!!!(cross my fingers)...hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109854655588372307?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109854655588372307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109854655588372307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/10/yesterday-allanyxzgwylao-jiehcrachel.html' title='YEAH! SHOPPING! get a life....'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109837069080147681</id><published>2004-10-21T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:58:21.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pronounced braindead...</title><content type='html'>one word for ur ppl...TIRED...today is a killer...had to endure so many sian lessons...even slept in physics tutorial...but still no use, very TIRED...Y u tell me? YYYYYYYYYY...promo over liao but y still so tired? wish there was some1 by my side...haix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used up all my strength doing inline skating...the stinking stench of the wrist,arm and knee guard still lingers in my mind...dun noe how many ppl wear b4 one...the shoes can make me faint in one sniff...is this how they treat us after we paid $14 for it...kanasai...then was scolded and suaned by my pw group for "nearly losing the pw file"...ok ok all my fault ok...sheez...y dun kill me?...i am better off dead...lonely nite tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sucky tom yum kfc chicken stinks...not nice one...waste my money...y like tt...u tell me...i tink i am gng mad...y like tt? tell me y? can u hear me? hallo? Y like tt?is she? u mean? can i? i dun noe...u tink i can?...i am definitely gng mad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109837069080147681?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109837069080147681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109837069080147681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/10/one-word-for-ur-ppl.html' title='Pronounced braindead...'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109826727150801703</id><published>2004-10-20T06:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:46:55.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dots...</title><content type='html'>today is very sian leh...nothing to do at school...den have to drop my stupid physics...anyone got any games tt can interest me?...Kanasai...when can my stupid com be reformated...if only i noe how to do...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...i hate having nothing to do...after promos liao, should feel happy mah...then y is this lonely and sian feeling inside me?...am i sick?...mus have eaten too much ice cream jus now liao...haix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y lately got no good movies come out one huh? I stay at home and bored to tears liao...y can't anything exciting happen at school...am i destined to live a normal life?...i dun wannnnnnn...i beg for something to happen in school...pllllllzzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i so sian, i tink i will write a famous quote daily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;1st quote:"Immortality, take it! Its yours!" by Brad Pitt in "Troy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this sentence, sounds so cool...hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109826727150801703?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109826727150801703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109826727150801703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-is-very-sian-leh.html' title='Dots...'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109809551545454969</id><published>2004-10-18T06:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T06:34:17.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yX, dun giv up...</title><content type='html'>ppl...the promos are over and the results are out...jus let bygones be bygones...dun brew over it too much...in life, there are always happy things and not so happy ones...learn to let things go...sometimes things may not seem as bad as they are...learn to recognise things in life tt is precious to u and grasp it cos its urs...these are the things tt will nv be lost...tt way nothing can make u fall and in a way u will attain invincibility...tink tt way, tink like me...i truly believe the saying "zhuan dao qiao tou zhi ran zhi"...be positive and optimistic, and everything would be ok...this may sound difficult but i can tell u its not...if an idiot like me can do, then surely everybody can...try to take ur free time and jus day-dream(of course abt gd things lah,dun go and tink too much abt bad things)...free ur mind from daily matters and live in a fantasy for jus a moment...when u come back, u may jus find urself feeling better...yX, this is to u although i noe u may not be able to see this now...life is not as bad as u may be tinking now...dun giv up k...cos we haven't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109809551545454969?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109809551545454969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109809551545454969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/10/yx-dun-giv-up.html' title='yX, dun giv up...'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109802284190921800</id><published>2004-10-17T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:45:42.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Organic Rocks!!!</title><content type='html'>yo everybody...today had to wake up early fo pw...keep telling myself the night before but still wake up late...but i still managed to meet Jodi,wY and Allan at wY house there on time...very sian leh...annotated 4 articles b4 Jodi was ready to let me go...then when we rehearse our pw op, she keep criticise me for shaking my leg...bad habit of mine, very hard to change one mah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to go watch movie...we agreed to go see Skycaptain and the World of Tomorrow one, but the three of them suddenly wan to go see 2046...i keep disagreeing with them...they all got fed up and we went to TM to buy the tickets...wat they din noe was tt actually i dun mind watching 2046...i am a great fan of liang chou wei...liang chou wei rulz...hehe, gotcha girls...purposely one...all ur expressions very funny when i keep suaning the movie...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2046 is a very artistic show tt features liang chou wei as a writer...the show shows us his relationships with five ladies...he wrote a book called "2047" and integrated his own life into it...his relationship with these 5 ladies was expressed beautifully by the director, wang jia wei...they were beautifully intercrossed with each other and show us the writer's love life...i tink Jodi can learnt from him and make lu yuan 2005 a even better one than this year...next time got liang chou wei movie, i will definitely go one...his humour really very nice...even can integrate humour into a serious film like "2046"...GREAT JOB, wei wei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...tomo still got a long day to go...so got to get lots of rest...so sayonara babies...haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109802284190921800?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109802284190921800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109802284190921800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/10/yo-everybody_17.html' title='Team Organic Rocks!!!'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109794170668375650</id><published>2004-10-16T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:44:10.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The usual...you know.</title><content type='html'>yo babes...today very sian eh...was playing x box the whole time...luckily i got to play pool with wY, zG,Allan and Rachel...although keep losing to zG, whom practiced for 1 month secretly, i managed to win wY and Rachel...luck i suppose...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wY,Allan and i went to mosburger to eat dinner...the ebi rice burger tasted really nice today...hehe...mosburger ppl really outdone themselves...and the milk tea oso very nice...the three of us talked cock for a long long time b4 we decided to go check out handphone shops...the Nokia 7610 really look very cool leh...got chance mus get it...then got scolded by a rude shopkeeper because i knocked into her glass cabinet when my feet was hit by the carbinet...but i forgiv her...she was jus doing her job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was taking a bus home when wY msg me to say she was locked outside her own house...dun noe whether to laugh or to worry for her...she sounded very angry at tt time...hope her mother is ok...tomo still mus go her house to do pw...sianz...nv do annotation...tomo sure get killed by jodi...how???...die liao...hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109794170668375650?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109794170668375650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109794170668375650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/10/yo-babies.html' title='The usual...you know.'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109785147565534779</id><published>2004-10-15T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:42:39.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today very sian...go school play captain's ball only...somemore we start to lose as the male members of the team got no more stamina liao...he who i do not speak of anyhow wrench the ball from other ppl's hands,so when he was trying to steal the ball jodi was trying to pass to me,i pry his hand off...play game play until like tt, might as well dun play...and then the only ppl i defend is him and her whom i do not speak of...although i always try to block ball from wY and hC for fun...their expression when i block their ball is very funny...hehe, for fun only ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we stopped playing after abt 1 hr...we were sitting around and everybody was talking...but i was not...Do wY and hC had to do tt?...i suddenly had a weird feeling rite there...i was feeling lonely and tired...feel like i can sleep until the end of time and nv wake up...then another feeling make me wan to dig a hole and bury my head...then there was oso a stuffy feeling in my chest...dun noe wat all these means...kanasai...make me feel so sick...maybe it was PMS...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home straight after 10am...at home nothing to do...wished i was at school...at least i would get to blah blah.............was lying on the bed thinking things, then decided to go play game...everytime tell ppl to find precious things to keep them gng, but i myself can't find any...i oso dun wan it this way, but life is boring...if only...................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109785147565534779?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109785147565534779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109785147565534779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-very-sian.html' title='Not Again...'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109776387281184279</id><published>2004-10-14T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:41:06.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, something to be happy about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yo everybody...today was a GREAT day...although there was nothing to do until 10am as me,yB,zG,yX and someone i dun want to speak of skipped the mass talk, the ballon scuplturing after tt was FUN...i made a CUTE little mouse for my little sister and she liked it a lot...HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then school ended early at 12.30pm...hehe...Rachel,Lao jie,hC,wY,yX,zG and i went to LJS for lunch...this year dun noe go there how many times liao...i tink next life can oso dun eat fish liao...haha...jus joking...the lunch was great as we get to tok crap until 3.30pm...go home oso nothing to do...then lao jie,hC and Rachel had to go for mentoring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, yB got come school today and got me the "zhan guo wu suan"...got game to play loh...yes baby...played until now...oops...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if someone reads my blog?!?!?Hope she does...plz dun jue jiao with me...PLZZZZ...haiz...like hC say min li you shi zhong xu you, min li wu shi mo qian qiu... haix...have to kan kai dian...haix... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109776387281184279?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109776387281184279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109776387281184279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/10/yo-everybody_14.html' title='Finally, something to be happy about.'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109766892147619648</id><published>2004-10-13T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:38:27.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day...Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;hehe...today was a BAD day with a capital B...1stly i couldn't get xbox game from YuBo course he got migraine early in the morning and can't come school...although i tink he's facking it, i still have to get from him tomo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly,the pw lecture BORED me to tears and i feel like quiting pw...although we had a nice lunch at parkway eating Yoshinoya, we had to go back early for COLLEGE CLEAN-UP!!! Can u believe it?!? we sort of like finished everything in 30 min...it was the lamest thing i have ever done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then MR HOHOHO had to be a big mouth and come and tell us our maths and physics results...i feel like strangling him when he say with such sacasism tt my physics is bottom of the class, tt i really really..........................can't do anything abt it... HAHA...THANK U so much, Mr my-mouth-is-so-big-i-can't-help-ruining-ur-day...and like a GENTLEMAN he broke the news to wY tt she might fail her physics...OH he is the greatest...Ain't he SWEET!?! WAT AN A**HOLE...sorry abt the abusive language ppl...but Mr niceguy also have to fa xie sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing wY on the verge of crying, we all consoled her... and we decided to go watch "White Chick" to cheer her up...THIS IS THE ONE GD PART OF TODAY...the show was so hilarious tt ye xian smile until his dentures fell out and zG couldn't stop shaking his leg...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh...shiok ah...saying all this makes me all calm and relaxed again...can't wait to see my LEP and chem paper on monday...hehe...ppl see ur in 20/05...muhahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109766892147619648?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109766892147619648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109766892147619648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/10/hehe_13.html' title='Bad day...Again'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109759252264322158</id><published>2004-10-12T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:29:35.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring with Capital B</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;hehe...today was BORING!!!...had to wake up at 9.30am course my tummy was growling...the sushi yesterday sure digest fast...so hungry yet cannot find anything decent to eat...had to endure my hunger through pure will power...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at 3.40pm arrived at plaza singapura to meet wY,Allan and zG course yesterday promised to watch "Exocist" with them today...bought some bread at BreadTalk tt have strawberry on top...mmm tt was heavenly...filled up my poor tummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was like scary in the middle but at the end the demon was so lame...how come she killed so many ppl but cannot kill the priest...the show is more gruelsome than scary...the japan and korean type ghost story more scary...but anyway i still prefer comedies to scary films...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the movie we went parkway to play pool...i ask whether zG spent the days b4 promos practicing pool...and he kept missing the holes after tt...haha...u should see the expression on his face...tomo must go school so sian...HAIZ.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673187-109759252264322158?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109759252264322158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109759252264322158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/10/hehe.html' title='Boring with Capital B'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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-8673187.post-109750425842845798</id><published>2004-10-11T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:29:57.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Wanyi!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;yo everybody..... this the fruit of wY's beautiful effort. ......like it? haha.... for my very 1st post, i would like to thk my frens for being so gd to me and coping with my sua bai chi ness...haha....... opps i tink my stomach is growling.... today after the stupid chem promo exam(which i am glad is over), i went to sakae sushi with wY,HC,Rachel, lao jie, allan,yexian and ZG.... i was supposed to be very hungry, but i could not eat a lot.........must have drank too much water in LJS.......but anyway the sushi there was not bad(for someone as picky as me).........hehe....... anyway i had a great time hanging out with these pals and of course her........haha.......shiok man i love this feeling.........saying my deepest feelings like nobody's business.........no wonder so many ppl have blogs...............but lets continue.........we were gng to watch movie but i argue with wY and zG over whether to watch exocist or white chick.......in the end we went our seperate ways but decided to watch exocist tomo............i dun whether i will chicken out tomo or not............but that is tomo's problem........ &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/8673187-109750425842845798?l=c0oly0uth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109750425842845798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673187/posts/default/109750425842845798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0oly0uth.blogspot.com/2004/10/yo-everybody.html' title='Thanks, Wanyi!!!'/><author><name>the_Naked_Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16444120799637453297</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>
