<?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-6270150</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:36:40.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>__..the xound of music // too fast to live. too young to die.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270150.post-107737537896440730</id><published>2004-02-21T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T22:59:02.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bbq day</title><summary type='text'>started planning for this day about 2 months ago. finally happened without much of a hitch. except the some fellas were late. bummer. dont really have much to say now except for the fact that i think i inhaled too much smoke. and now i have a really itchy throat and nose and ive got that feeling that im gonna be sick tomorrow. i hate it when im sick. especially on a day where theres no school.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107737537896440730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107737537896440730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107737537896440730' title='bbq day'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107727518923284157</id><published>2004-02-20T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T19:09:11.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>todays yesterdays tomorrow, tomorrows yesterday and todays today</title><summary type='text'>i like my self-invented title. sounds complicated eh? im lovin it.didnt have an exactly great start to today. first off, woke up at like 1.30pm. was planning to go play pool with mark. and the mother fucker at home (my dad) screamed at me saying i didnt tell him earlier. for fuck? well, anyway, he confiscated my handphones sim card and door keys and told me not to come home. thank god i know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107727518923284157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107727518923284157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107727518923284157' title='todays yesterdays tomorrow, tomorrows yesterday and todays today'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107719759781533434</id><published>2004-02-19T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T21:35:58.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>power web music's a piece of shit</title><summary type='text'>duncha just hate it when you just visit somebodys blog and some lame chinese song plays in the background? most of them are powered by something called "power web music" or some shit like that. this shitty link causes your com to slow down and its fuckers like them who cause people like me, who have winamps always on, to have to stop the currently playing track so as not to make a horrible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107719759781533434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107719759781533434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107719759781533434' title='power web music&apos;s a piece of shit'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107716926990890374</id><published>2004-02-19T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T13:43:49.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really pissed off</title><summary type='text'>cant find my extension cable. really really pissed off now. so nows not a good time to fuck around with me.headphones  hatebreed - this is now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107716926990890374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107716926990890374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107716926990890374' title='really pissed off'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107710926931451318</id><published>2004-02-18T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T21:03:48.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sonic-edge gig</title><summary type='text'>next sonic-edge gig. the text and the poster totally sucks. the font looks sick. at least theyre readible.headphones  hate breed - i will be heard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107710926931451318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107710926931451318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107710926931451318' title='sonic-edge gig'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-10771091136740424</id><published>2004-02-18T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T21:01:12.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the irony of life</title><summary type='text'>the irony of life. its ironic the way life is. some people have everything. some have nuts (except for girls. they dont even have it. lol.). was reading some emails regarding some bb stuff just now. some mis-understanding between some officers. how ironic. they join the bb to serve the boys as volunteers but argue amongst themselves. the ironic thing about money is this. if you have money, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/10771091136740424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/10771091136740424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10771091136740424' title='the irony of life'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107710111227044703</id><published>2004-02-18T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T18:47:51.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good charlotte - hold on</title><summary type='text'>"hold on"This worldThis world is coldBut you don'tYou don't have to goYou're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely, and no one seems to careYou're mother's gone and your father hits youThis pain you cannot bearBut we all bleed the same way as you doAnd we all have the same things to go throughHold on if you feel like letting goHold on it gets better than you knowYour daysYou say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107710111227044703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107710111227044703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107710111227044703' title='good charlotte - hold on'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107703070454856994</id><published>2004-02-17T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T23:14:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold on.. if you feel like letting go</title><summary type='text'>met royce at lot 1 at 11.30 this morning. played pool for about an hour then asked giordano whther they had vancancies. they didnt. mother ****er lied to me yesterday. this world is full of shit. took 190 to orchard. felt wizzy after the long ride. i hate long bus trips. royce dragged me along. ddint have muchave a choice. spent like 3 hours going from far east to pacific, to heeren to wisma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107703070454856994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107703070454856994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107703070454856994' title='hold on.. if you feel like letting go'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107693320498187418</id><published>2004-02-16T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T20:09:21.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its sucks without you</title><summary type='text'>guess your "no" still lingers in my mind. sigh. this sucks.just came home from orchard. went to bed at 4am this morning cause there wasnt anything else to watch on television. damn it. forgot abt the real madrid and valencia match. crap. woke up at 11, went online till abouot 3 when royce asked me out. went to orchard to find a sweater for myself. im considering between a dc one which costs 89 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107693320498187418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107693320498187418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107693320498187418' title='its sucks without you'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107677689338664163</id><published>2004-02-15T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T00:44:07.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a sad life</title><summary type='text'>she replied a no. dont really wanna blog today anymore. sobz.headphones  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107677689338664163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107677689338664163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107677689338664163' title='its a sad life'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107669190487232893</id><published>2004-02-14T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T01:07:37.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wawd a dam lung dey</title><summary type='text'>zzz. im at my com half dead. my brains only half alive.more on yesterday. met jerome after his jc. went to play pool at clementi. the pool equipment there sucks. i still find lot 1 the best. but the prices are a bomb after 6pm. went to orchard to mess about. cant really remember the other events of yesterday anymore.woke up at 8 this morning for piano lesson. couldnt really concentrate and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107669190487232893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107669190487232893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107669190487232893' title='wawd a dam lung dey'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107660146127327052</id><published>2004-02-12T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T00:00:12.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will blog tomorrow</title><summary type='text'>will blog tomorrow. have piano lesson at 9am tomorrow.headphones  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107660146127327052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107660146127327052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660146127327052' title='will blog tomorrow'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107650065293681872</id><published>2004-02-11T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T20:00:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>didnt get the freakin job</title><summary type='text'>the bitch lied about me getting the job. bugger her. said that the department no longer needed any temp staff. oh well. time to go job hunting again.met jerome and dennis this afternoon at westmall. the bk at westmall now has like the ngage stand where people sorta liek try out the games. they had fifa 2004 on it so me and jerome played a while before finding dennis. dennis didnt go to sch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107650065293681872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107650065293681872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107650065293681872' title='didnt get the freakin job'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107642398974535307</id><published>2004-02-10T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T22:42:17.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is tuesday</title><summary type='text'>couldnt think of a topic so i just put that.hmm. was chatting with dennis on msn just now. just came to realise the irony of being a "volunteer" in the bb. not only do you have to fork up time and effort, but monetary funds as well. ouch. my dads not sponsoring any of my new uniform. thank gawd at least the uniform parts are subsidised and the pants and the cap can be reused. will be going down</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107642398974535307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107642398974535307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107642398974535307' title='today is tuesday'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107640450876175283</id><published>2004-02-10T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T17:18:09.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures from the 46th grammys</title><summary type='text'>beyonce bags 5 grammys.. definitely wrong...christina aguileras f-ed up hair do...evanesencejustin timberlake... add a turban and he'll look like osama.. think about it..outkast.. THE MISAKE.. these fellas shouldnt have gotten anything at all..headphones  coldplay - clocks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107640450876175283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107640450876175283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107640450876175283' title='pictures from the 46th grammys'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107640382068877445</id><published>2004-02-10T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T17:06:09.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 46th grammy awards</title><summary type='text'>watched the encore telecast of the 46th grammy awards last night. just some comments. christina aguilera, your new hairstyle honestly looks like f. seems like you really wanna prove to the world that you are a bit*h. i was thoroughly surprised that outkast actually won the "album of the year" award. what the f***? have you ever heard the song "hey-ya" by them? corruption must be rampant within </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107640382068877445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107640382068877445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107640382068877445' title='the 46th grammy awards'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107633273685769614</id><published>2004-02-09T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T21:21:37.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retronites site completed</title><summary type='text'>finally. another task completed. retronite's website. check it out here. got the real player html script from jian longs site. hope ya dont mind.headphones  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107633273685769614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107633273685769614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107633273685769614' title='retronites site completed'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107632424359718827</id><published>2004-02-09T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T18:59:50.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah. found a job!</title><summary type='text'>just to start off. more on yesterday. didnt blog yesterday cause i wasnt in the mood to after arguing with my dad. hmm. lemme see. spent the whole afternoon at jcc doing buying logistics with the bbq committee members. bugger benedict promised to be there but wasnt. bitch. bought 4 rolls of scotch tape which shouldnt have been bought. my bad. oops. bbq is approaching. 21 february.met peng kee </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107632424359718827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107632424359718827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107632424359718827' title='yeah. found a job!'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107617242414387248</id><published>2004-02-08T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T00:49:28.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired...</title><summary type='text'>just so tired. long day today.woke up at 6.30am this morning. havent woken up this early in AGES. after i woke up i just simply lay in bed thinking why am i making myself wake up voluntarily. kind of ironic how i felt about the boys brigade 3 years ago when i was ever so eager to quit. now im back as a primer. wow. i guess miracles do happen for me. woke up. took a quick bath, dumped all my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107617242414387248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107617242414387248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107617242414387248' title='tired...'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107607446380352437</id><published>2004-02-06T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T21:36:46.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pool turned pro</title><summary type='text'>met clement like 12.30 this afternoon to go play pool at lot 1. played about 2 hours im starting to prefer the 9ft table vs the 8ft table. dunch know why. more expensive but as the chinese saying goes "you get what you pay for". will be trying out snooker the next time though. loved pool today. i kept winning clement. oh yeah baby. went for lunch after that. the prices at the food court dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107607446380352437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107607446380352437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107607446380352437' title='pool turned pro'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107598426099874581</id><published>2004-02-05T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T20:33:22.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh feeling</title><summary type='text'>oh god. i finally found the song ive been finding for so damn long. fresh feeling by eels from the album souljacker. people, if youre reading this blog, go download that song. otherwise get me to send it to you. finally i found it. oh yes yes yes.Fresh FeelingSouljacker, Track 3"Scrubs" Soundtrack, Track 3LyricsYou don't have a clueWhat it is likeTo be next to youI'm here to tell you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107598426099874581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107598426099874581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107598426099874581' title='fresh feeling'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107597909404117159</id><published>2004-02-05T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T19:07:15.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music drives the world round and round</title><summary type='text'>just read wens blog. how true. music drives the world round and round. how i wish ive mastered shredding. damn. im probably selling my boss multi effects me-6 unit cause im going into analogue pedals. might wanna get the metalzone distortion pedal. oh well. if i had the cash. yeah. valentines day is coming up. 17 years of loneliness. well, at least this year ill be with peng kee at orchard road </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107597909404117159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107597909404117159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107597909404117159' title='music drives the world round and round'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107590907140560342</id><published>2004-02-04T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T23:40:11.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its just another day</title><summary type='text'>dunch know why my heart feels so heavy. sigh.kee kee messaged me this morning. about 8 i think telling me he had gastric flu and couldnt meet me for pool and the briefing. orbi quek. i managed to persuade him to attend the  briefing at least. whew. at least somebody was there to accompany me. met clement at 12.15 this afternoon. went to lot one to play pool. went for lunch and then cs. very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107590907140560342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107590907140560342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107590907140560342' title='its just another day'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107581594748311182</id><published>2004-02-03T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T21:48:06.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>primary school friends day</title><summary type='text'>met shiqi this afternoon at city hall mrt staion at 12pm. she was an idiot i guess. she didnt even know how to check the account balance in her POSB account. loser. lol. messed about at takashimaya before we headed to the hr office so that she could return her old taka uniform. heard from her that the pay is 6 bucks an hour and 9 for overtime. working hours are from 9.40am till i think 6pm. woo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107581594748311182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107581594748311182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107581594748311182' title='primary school friends day'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107573605579424048</id><published>2004-02-02T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T23:36:33.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talking cock rubbish</title><summary type='text'>Adam and EveWhy is it that Adam and Eve could not have been Chinese? Because if Satan took the form of a snake and tempted them to eat the forbidden fruit, Eve would have said, "Quick, Adam! Catch the snake also! Snake also can eat, mah!"Why is that Adam and Eve could not have been Indian?Because they would have conned the snake into eating the apple.--------------------------------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107573605579424048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107573605579424048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107573605579424048' title='talking cock rubbish'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107573551113930888</id><published>2004-02-02T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T23:27:28.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comics from talkingcock.com</title><summary type='text'>the ass holethe chee byewhere's tommy suharto?headphones  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107573551113930888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107573551113930888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107573551113930888' title='comics from talkingcock.com'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107573376884145710</id><published>2004-02-02T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T22:58:25.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants</title><summary type='text'>just some rants. watched armeggedon on channel just now. pretty touching ending. the fella who appeared to be a bastard at the beginning turned out to be the real hero at the end. just goes to tell us not to judge a book by its cover. but sometimes, isnt it the cover of a book which first attracts one to pick up the book and begin reading it? sometimes quotes can prove ironic.headphones </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107573376884145710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107573376884145710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107573376884145710' title='rants'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107571334491102879</id><published>2004-02-02T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T17:18:02.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff i missed out yesterday</title><summary type='text'>adding on to where i left out yesterday. fell over benedicts bike in church. stupid bike just braked suddenly. geez. met some girl called jasmine on the net too. seemed like a pretty nice fella. missed spy kids last night cause i was helpin shermian make a blog. oh yeah, forgot to mention that i also added haloscan. now blog posts can be commented. im lovin it.more on today. today is another f </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107571334491102879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107571334491102879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107571334491102879' title='stuff i missed out yesterday'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107570678944049612</id><published>2004-02-02T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T15:28:46.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shag-Bands article</title><summary type='text'>heres the stupid article from yesterdays newpaper."colourful knotted friendsthip bands used to be the in thing among teens not too long ago.now it appears these innocent accessories have given way to reubbery bracelets known as sex bands or shag bands. there is a reason behind its name: it has to do with sexual acts associated with each bracelet colour.for examples, an orange bracelet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107570678944049612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107570678944049612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570678944049612' title='Shag-Bands article'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107563176668563942</id><published>2004-02-01T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T18:38:22.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a freakin waste of time</title><summary type='text'>bought todays issue of the newpaper on sunday. bought it for the article regarding shag-bands. ive been wearing them for a while now not knowing what the other more sinister reason for it. bloody hell. the newpaper said that they were something like a symbol for sex. wtf? reporters nowadays are writing more and more absurd articles hoping their papers would sell. but this is a babarious outrage. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107563176668563942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107563176668563942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107563176668563942' title='what a freakin waste of time'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107555666347442571</id><published>2004-01-31T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T21:46:37.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so sweeeet</title><summary type='text'>the tag board is sooo sweeeeet. mMmm. just hope people reading this blog write something in it. thanks. muackz.was supposed to wake up at 6.15am this morning. dont know why i didnt wake up to the alarm of my handphone. maybe i woke up to turn it off. maybe. thank god dennis called me. at 7.10am. yeah right. big help. took a cab to shuqun primary. 6 dollars and sixty cents. what a waste of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107555666347442571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107555666347442571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107555666347442571' title='so sweeeet'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107547476628235151</id><published>2004-01-30T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T23:01:39.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagboard</title><summary type='text'>yeah. almost completed the tagboard thingy. most probably will continue tomorrow.the job thingo this morning? f it. bloody lying son of a bitch manager. yesterday he said exhibitions. turned out to be a gimmick. it was actually direct sales. wasted my adult bus fare and time. i hate you. me and peng kee ended up sitting at macdonals poring over the recruit section of straits times. all over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107547476628235151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107547476628235151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107547476628235151' title='tagboard'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107538062373691019</id><published>2004-01-29T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T20:52:35.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><summary type='text'>as the title reads. finally. finally i finished the template. although there are still some graphics not showing up. bummer. need to find somebody to host them.me and peng kee were supposed to meet at 12 but due to heavy rain, met at 12.40 instead. read classifieds and went for several job interviews. just to briefly recap. we first went for some exhibition representative interview at henderson</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107538062373691019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107538062373691019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107538062373691019' title='finally'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107530355426126285</id><published>2004-01-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T20:44:07.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody template</title><summary type='text'>grrr. still mendeling with the template. im trying to move all the links and profile stuff to the left via layers. will continue tomorrow.went with peng kee job hunting today. checked out classifieds. first place we went to was hmv at heeren. when i asked for the HR manager, the fella on the phone was f-ing rude. bitch. that was kinda turn off so we went for the telemarketeer job at park mall. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107530355426126285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107530355426126285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107530355426126285' title='bloody template'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107520941622502288</id><published>2004-01-27T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T21:19:05.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thou shall control thy tongue</title><summary type='text'>from today onwards, i shall try not to use any more vugalrities. come to think of it, the only so called "real" vulgarity would be the word "fuck". that is if you exclude the numerous amounts of hokkien swear words. which would amount to alot. thou shall control thy tongue. but vulgarities in jokes should be okay. i guess. afterall its only a joke. i dont even understand why the f-word would be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107520941622502288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107520941622502288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107520941622502288' title='thou shall control thy tongue'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107513139801167041</id><published>2004-01-26T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T23:38:45.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a job</title><summary type='text'>went to royce's place this morning at 11 to do stuff before we left for singapore immigration to update the photo on my passport. went to beach road hawker centre for lunch. man, that place is a rip-off. freaking expensive food in lil quantity. later on went upstairs to check out the stuff. nothing much to see actually unless youre getting army apparel and stuff like that. then went to orchard to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107513139801167041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107513139801167041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107513139801167041' title='i need a job'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107504462719442649</id><published>2004-01-25T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T23:32:33.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 bucks left...</title><summary type='text'>massive spending spree today. after 2 shoppting ventures, i have 50 dollars left in my bank account. was supposed to go to church today. but because i slept late last night, i decided against it but went for the officers bible class anyway. met royce at lakeside mrt station at 2.15pm. i was late by a bit.we went to davis guitars at peninsuila plaza first as i had to get them to lower the action</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107504462719442649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107504462719442649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107504462719442649' title='50 bucks left...'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107496089118296302</id><published>2004-01-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T00:16:56.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>band of brothers</title><summary type='text'>woke up at 9am this morning. bloody hell. hadnt woken up this early in like months. had piano lesson at 10. bugger. my aunty from the east side of the island wanted to come visit me and my dad but i had other plans so she screwed the "reunion". lesson ended at 11. from 11.15-2.30 i was rotting at jurong point. thank god gary came down to meet me. so bloody boring. jurong point. pui. we were like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107496089118296302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107496089118296302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496089118296302' title='band of brothers'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107485396744175035</id><published>2004-01-23T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T18:34:50.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another fucking boring day</title><summary type='text'>its just another fucking borign day. wasting my time at home. damn. looking for the song "hidden in my heart" by 10,000 Maniacs. if you have the song pleaseeeeee let me know cause ive been looking for it like for the past 3 hours. thanks.10,000 maniacs - the earth pressed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107485396744175035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107485396744175035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107485396744175035' title='another fucking boring day'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107476156037972506</id><published>2004-01-22T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T16:54:41.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to do</title><summary type='text'>im just sitting at my computer simply with nothing to do. what a boring day.paorusia - flame</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107476156037972506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107476156037972506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107476156037972506' title='nothing to do'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107469855423326402</id><published>2004-01-21T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T23:24:35.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no real title</title><summary type='text'>reached home at about 5.30pm. spent more then i had expected to. sigh. i really cant save money. got a quiksilver tee from the quiksilver shop at paragon and a rip curl bag from flash and spash at heeren. tee cost 40 (i expected much less, but i bought it anyway) and the stupid bag cost 85 ( i expected this to be less too). after that went with clement to marina to makan at sakae sushi then later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107469855423326402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107469855423326402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107469855423326402' title='no real title'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107465783569509504</id><published>2004-01-21T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T12:05:56.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories so clear, so painful.</title><summary type='text'>didnt blog the last three days coz of work work work and more work. nowdays i guess blogging is pretty much like an everyday thing, like brushing you teeth and stuff like that. feels weird when i go to bed without blogging. reached home at about 12am the previous two days and 2am yesterday. so fucking tired. even now im still tired. zzz. but yeah, got my pay yesterday. 380 bucks. meeting clement </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107465783569509504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107465783569509504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465783569509504' title='memories so clear, so painful.'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107465773924414909</id><published>2004-01-21T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T12:04:19.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories so clear, so painful.</title><summary type='text'>didnt blog the last three days coz of work work work and more work. nowdays i guess blogging is pretty much like an everyday thing, like brushing you teeth and stuff like that. feels weird when i go to bed without blogging. reached home at about 12am the previous two days and 2am yesterday. so fucking tired. even now im still tired. zzz. but yeah, got my pay yesterday. 380 bucks. meeting clement </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107465773924414909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107465773924414909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465773924414909' title='memories so clear, so painful.'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107433711461916106</id><published>2004-01-17T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T19:00:30.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missed parousia's gig</title><summary type='text'>reached school at about 9 this morning for the games day thingy. rushed with dennis to get ashok's birthday present and birthday card. parade started abit later today. dunch know why either. games today was pretty fun. was pretty surprised that 10 new boys actually joined us. dissappointed that mohan didn't though.wanted to go to parousia's gig but wasn't feeling to well. damn it. btw, you guys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107433711461916106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107433711461916106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107433711461916106' title='missed parousia&apos;s gig'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107426061820359868</id><published>2004-01-16T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T21:45:31.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broke... again</title><summary type='text'>yeah. was on time for work today. like exactly. whew. todays work kinda sucked. peng kee's dad hung around till about like 11am before he left. he had a comment for everything. naggy little wuss. left work at about 5 today for piano lesson.met clement for dinner at westmall. didnt plan on spending much. roughly about 4 bucks tops. ended up spending 20 over bucks. sonofabitch. spent 2 at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107426061820359868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107426061820359868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107426061820359868' title='broke... again'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107417907885181846</id><published>2004-01-15T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T23:06:31.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60 signs you've been in Singapore too long, especially if you come from a Western country : </title><summary type='text'>1. You know that "cum" means something completely different from what you originally thought. 2. You've lost your sense of irony, sarcasm, and cynicism. 3. You don't know what's lame and what isn't anymore. 4. You think there's nothing wrong with putting chili sauce on everything you eat. 5. You wait for instructions from people in authority before doing anything. Always. 6. You join </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107417907885181846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107417907885181846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107417907885181846' title='60 signs you&apos;ve been in Singapore too long, especially if you come from a Western country : '/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107417738925143901</id><published>2004-01-15T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T22:38:21.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is ghey</title><summary type='text'>life is ghey. so damn ghey. supposed to start work at 8 this morning. woke up at 8.05. bugger. when i checked why my alarm on my mobile phone didn't ring, i realised that the date was set for tommorrow. argh. wanted to take a cab initially but decided against it when i thought of my new computer. so fucking embarrasing. ended work at 8.10pm. have a splitting headache again.btw, decided that if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107417738925143901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107417738925143901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107417738925143901' title='life is ghey'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107409035070738516</id><published>2004-01-14T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T22:28:49.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of work</title><summary type='text'>today was my first day of work as a florist. honestly, i expected a tougher job. thank god it wasnt that difficult. but now ive got a splitting headache. argh. the florist thingo was at ghimo road. selling those chinese new year kinda flowers. last day is on the 21 january. the location was near ghim moh secondary and raffles junior college. loved the duck rice there. had it for all 3 meals. mMmm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107409035070738516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107409035070738516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107409035070738516' title='first day of work'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107400526608452811</id><published>2004-01-13T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T22:49:35.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day</title><summary type='text'>today was a pretty interesting one. dont know why either. maybe because i was out the whole day? started this morning as another typical day. was supposed to meet dennis to go for some television extra job interview. turned out that he forgot all about it. ended up meeting him and ming zhe in school to do some games day stuff. bugger. went to imm to buy stuff together with ashok and then went for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107400526608452811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107400526608452811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107400526608452811' title='what a day'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107389183822594436</id><published>2004-01-12T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T15:17:39.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work?</title><summary type='text'>decided not to go to 7-11 for the job. after what royce said, it didn't seem too attractive anymore. said there was a fucked up indian that i might have to work with if my time table was arranged to be with him. according to him, you also only get your pay at the end of the month. now thats fucked up. also, if you work as the cashier, if the amount does not tally, you have to fork up money from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107389183822594436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107389183822594436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107389183822594436' title='work?'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107389096279515905</id><published>2004-01-12T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T15:03:03.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parousia</title><summary type='text'>we're all gonna die somedaywe dream about the wold living in peacewe talk about love and equalitybut what good will it doif our dreams come truewe're all gonna die somedaynuclear wars and oil spillsterrorist attacks, hostages killedthe list goes on, but why should we carewe're all gonna die somedaywell, i don't know about youand what you want to dowell, i don't know about youbut i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107389096279515905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107389096279515905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107389096279515905' title='parousia'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107388704516541312</id><published>2004-01-12T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T13:57:45.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed off me...</title><summary type='text'>this is a fucked up world. shit that damn iris. i just found out yesterday that the bitch called my dad telling him know that i hacked into her daughters email. which i did not. if i wanted to get into charlene's email i could simply ask her for the bloody password. im thinking that she did that cause she herself knows that she cant do anything about me hacking yx's email as she isn't bloody </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107388704516541312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107388704516541312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107388704516541312' title='pissed off me...'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107380810002238736</id><published>2004-01-11T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T16:02:00.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wayne's place later</title><summary type='text'>just reached home from church. youth service ended at about 11 and cell at about 12.30. went for lunch after with gary, lek wei and andrew. we noticed chong hock following us so we started running. so did he. we ran into some dumb coffee shop and ended up eating malay stuff. kinda nice. might go there for meals soon. hung around at church with nothing to do.recently, i've given alot of thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107380810002238736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107380810002238736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107380810002238736' title='wayne&apos;s place later'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107374231010189274</id><published>2004-01-10T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T21:45:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new template</title><summary type='text'>i don't know whether the new bloody template works anot. on my com, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't and a freaking white box with a red "x" in it just appears. bloody piece of shit. don't know why it doesn't work. at first i tried putting my pics on geocities. that didn't work. tried brinkster. didn't work too. some stupid policy about not being able to remotely connect to the server to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107374231010189274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107374231010189274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107374231010189274' title='the new template'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107372915756686787</id><published>2004-01-10T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T21:30:41.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hack</title><summary type='text'>hacked yx's email yesterday. i guess i made a number of mistakes i shouldn't have made, including smsing charlene letting her know about it when her mum had confiscated her mobile. darf thing to do. damn it. watched paycheck with clement and joe yesterday at jurong point. pretty good show. would give it about 7 and a half stars outta 10. kinda complicated story line though. had some bb meeting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107372915756686787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107372915756686787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107372915756686787' title='the hack'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107353829787693733</id><published>2004-01-08T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T21:31:11.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks charlene and yikman</title><summary type='text'>just came back from the class chalet at sentosa. it was a great past 3 days and 3 nights. i got to know ex-classmates like much better and realised things about them i never knew before. some people totally fucked up the whole chalet simply because of bloody pure-self interest and the "i don't give a shit" attitude. go fuck the wall man. because of this, there were also those who selflessly gave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107353829787693733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107353829787693733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107353829787693733' title='thanks charlene and yikman'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107305635773894080</id><published>2004-01-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T21:31:41.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the template</title><summary type='text'>just completed the bloody template. still can't get the bloody images to show. the freaking website says that i can't link images from another url due to the free blog plan. fuck them. everything also has to have money involved. mother fuckers. i think there are a few errors here and there. i wonder why the images won't appear properly. damn, must be a broken link. anyway, i just went to watch "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107305635773894080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107305635773894080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107305635773894080' title='the template'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107303578038945203</id><published>2004-01-02T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T21:32:07.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late...</title><summary type='text'>here i am sitting at my computer cutting my nails although i'm in a rush for my piano lesson. i'm definitely going to be late but i wanna complete the template for my blogger thingy. had a huge huge argument with my dad this morning. i guess i said things i shouldn't have said. it gave both me and my dad a shock regarding what came out from my mouth. god, i need i control my tongue. the fingers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107303578038945203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107303578038945203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107303578038945203' title='late...'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</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-6270150.post-107294663118672303</id><published>2004-01-01T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T21:32:34.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginnings...</title><summary type='text'>isn't it strange why people post stuff they consider "personal" or "private" on the net? wouldn't it become non-secretive anymore? its weird what the internet causes people to do eh? i've started plenty of blogs and they rarely last. i hope this one does. going to start editing the boring template soon if i have the time. btw, all my other blogs expired cause i couldn't be bothered to pay for the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107294663118672303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270150/posts/default/107294663118672303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xounds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107294663118672303' title='the beginnings...'/><author><name>michael lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668362049843003999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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