<?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-1697040124559910184</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:51:05.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and found</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08556204852223789011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6800/593/1600/315929/meeee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697040124559910184.post-8169487061741564885</id><published>2008-11-09T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:26:40.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WA LAO I'm so siannnnnns that the magnitude of my sian-ness ceased being able to be quantified by words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is really...really...very...sian...can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why did I have 2 take dis mod dis sem when dere's practical exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA LAO I'm so scared of prac normally still giv me exams....AHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697040124559910184-8169487061741564885?l=leowhuiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/feeds/8169487061741564885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697040124559910184&amp;postID=8169487061741564885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/8169487061741564885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/8169487061741564885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/2008/11/wa-lao-im-so-siannnnnns-that-magnitude.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08556204852223789011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6800/593/1600/315929/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697040124559910184.post-3885043435259788519</id><published>2008-11-03T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:20:59.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>On days like this&lt;br /&gt;I can only say&lt;br /&gt;It's really great to be alive, to be breathing, to just feel the wind caressing my face. &lt;br /&gt;I feel hopeful. &lt;br /&gt;And peaceful. &lt;br /&gt;Life is great, it really is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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突然翻滚绞痛著 不平息&lt;br /&gt;最怕突然 听到你的消息&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最怕此生 已经决心自己过 没有你&lt;br /&gt;却又突然 听到你的消息&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697040124559910184-7584865278005830018?l=leowhuiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7584865278005830018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697040124559910184&amp;postID=7584865278005830018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/7584865278005830018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/7584865278005830018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='突然好想你 --- 五月天'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08556204852223789011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6800/593/1600/315929/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697040124559910184.post-8455851224812933763</id><published>2008-10-27T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:35:40.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect moment.</title><content type='html'>Went out wif lzj 2day 2 study n 2 chill=)&lt;br /&gt;It really brings back alot of memories...&lt;br /&gt;Tcc at citylink is just so great...it's wonderful how we can be sitting outside yet feel so detached from the crowds passing us by&lt;br /&gt;Like a magical world of our own. In the perfect moment. &lt;br /&gt;I really wished I could freeze the picture, and save it from the funny tricks of time. &lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to put all e sch crap behind, but sumhow hanging out wif lzj n reminiscing abt e old jc days over a gd cup of coffee works like a stress eraser. &lt;br /&gt;And it's amazing how we can tok abt e same things over n over again n still find dem hilarious each time. &lt;br /&gt;Feels like taking out pieces of memories from the common treasure box we have and polishing them from time to time. Each time we polish, there is a different shine. &lt;br /&gt;I really feel so blessed to have sum1 lyk lzj tt I can b so comfortable with!&lt;br /&gt;I love lzj! I love tcc! I love NJ03S27! (Except maybe..chew? OOPS!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697040124559910184-8455851224812933763?l=leowhuiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/feeds/8455851224812933763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697040124559910184&amp;postID=8455851224812933763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/8455851224812933763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/8455851224812933763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-moment.html' title='The perfect moment.'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08556204852223789011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6800/593/1600/315929/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697040124559910184.post-2739198085851774465</id><published>2008-10-25T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:36:11.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>你不是真正的快乐 --- 五月天</title><content type='html'>人 群中 哭著 你只想变成透明的颜色 &lt;br /&gt;你再也不会梦 或痛 或心动了 &lt;br /&gt;你已经决定了 你已经决定了 &lt;br /&gt;你 静静 忍著 紧紧把昨天在拳心握著 &lt;br /&gt;而回忆越是甜 就是 越伤人了 &lt;br /&gt;越是在 手心留下 &lt;br /&gt;密密麻麻 深深浅浅 的刀割 &lt;br /&gt;你不是真正的快乐 &lt;br /&gt;你的笑只是你穿的保护色 &lt;br /&gt;你决定不恨了 也决定不爱了 &lt;br /&gt;把你的灵魂关在永远锁上的躯壳 &lt;br /&gt;这 世界 笑了 於是你合群的一起笑了 &lt;br /&gt;当生存是规则 不是 你的选择 &lt;br /&gt;於是你 含著眼泪 &lt;br /&gt;飘飘荡荡 跌跌撞撞 的走著 &lt;br /&gt;你不是真正的快乐 &lt;br /&gt;你的笑只是你穿的保护色 &lt;br /&gt;你决定不恨了 也决定不爱了 &lt;br /&gt;把你的灵魂关在永远锁上的躯壳 &lt;br /&gt;你不是真正的快乐 &lt;br /&gt;你的伤从不肯完全的愈合 &lt;br /&gt;我站在你左侧 却像隔著银河 &lt;br /&gt;难道就真的抱著遗憾一直到老了 然后才后悔著 &lt;br /&gt;你值得真正的快乐 &lt;br /&gt;你应该脱下你穿的保护色 &lt;br /&gt;为什麼失去了 还要被惩罚呢 &lt;br /&gt;能不能就让 悲伤全部 &lt;br /&gt;结束在此刻 重新开始活著&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697040124559910184-2739198085851774465?l=leowhuiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/feeds/2739198085851774465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697040124559910184&amp;postID=2739198085851774465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/2739198085851774465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/2739198085851774465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='你不是真正的快乐 --- 五月天'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08556204852223789011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6800/593/1600/315929/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697040124559910184.post-1808356136355272477</id><published>2008-10-24T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:12:57.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The only thing that can't be used up in the world</title><content type='html'>These days, it's so easy to be happy it's starting to scare me a little. &lt;br /&gt;I feel so at peace I'm starting to feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Like I don't really deserve all this.&lt;br /&gt;Like too much of a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I catch myself wondering &lt;br /&gt;what if I use up all my happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it suddenly hit me &lt;br /&gt;that in a world where all good things come to an end --- life, a bottle of good wine, a box of sinful chocs...&lt;br /&gt;There's something that's infinte. &lt;br /&gt;Happiness. &lt;br /&gt;It's everywhere, and available to everyone &lt;br /&gt;Only if you're willing to slow down for it to catch up with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697040124559910184-1808356136355272477?l=leowhuiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1808356136355272477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697040124559910184&amp;postID=1808356136355272477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/1808356136355272477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/1808356136355272477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/2008/10/only-thing-that-cant-be-used-up-in.html' title='The only thing that can&apos;t be used up in the world'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08556204852223789011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6800/593/1600/315929/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697040124559910184.post-6730467570128866163</id><published>2008-10-24T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:01:02.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To use and be used</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do unto others as you would have others do unto you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a standard most of us probably live our lives by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our actions are defined by our belief in kharma, in retribution and that good begets good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many times, because of this mindset, good deeds result. We give up our seats to those who need it more, we buy tissue paper from elderly or disabled people at MRTs and we drop pennies into the tin cans of students doing Flag Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of times, I think we do alot of these things because we hope to benefit from it. The ease of guilt, the feeling of superiority that we are in a position to help people, the belief that those who give are more fortunate and happier than those who receive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this tantamount to using the people we "help"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the result is all that matters. That someone who needs help gets it. But what about the motive behind our helping hands? Is it justified just because it's a win-win situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm living in my own ivory tower. People who need our help are probably in no position to refuse our help. And we can just continue helping people because it makes us feel better. It probably doesn't make any difference at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why does it feels so wrong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we give because it's better to do so than to receive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we help because we simply want someone else to be better? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do "me" always have to come into the picture, even when lending a helping hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is just how the world works. To use and be used.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697040124559910184-6730467570128866163?l=leowhuiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6730467570128866163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697040124559910184&amp;postID=6730467570128866163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/6730467570128866163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/6730467570128866163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-use-and-be-used.html' title='To use and be used'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08556204852223789011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6800/593/1600/315929/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697040124559910184.post-72898830742719817</id><published>2008-10-19T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:06:44.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the many ironies of life</title><content type='html'>It's funny how we always get mad so easily with the people we care about the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always easier to throw tantrums at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow their any mintue mistakes they made just seems to amplify under our own selective microscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because we trust that whatever we do or say to them,no matter how hurtful or harsh, would always be forgiven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't it ironic? How we vent our frustrations on the ones we loved, then gear up with the sweetest smile we can ever muster to strangers who probably won't give a damn about us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like someone giving you his/her heart unconditionally and you taking a knife and stabbing it relentlessly. And for those who refuse to let you even see his/her heart, you worship him/her and have no qualms about kissing his/her feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a species who often complain about how unfair the world is, maybe it's time to start the change with ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697040124559910184-72898830742719817?l=leowhuiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/feeds/72898830742719817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697040124559910184&amp;postID=72898830742719817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/72898830742719817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/72898830742719817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-of-many-ironies-of-life.html' title='One of the many ironies of life'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08556204852223789011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6800/593/1600/315929/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697040124559910184.post-3347046311743714928</id><published>2008-10-17T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:56:14.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless gems</title><content type='html'>When I was growing up (I still am), my mum always asked me questions which began with "What's the use...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in kindergarten: Mummy, are there really ghosts in this world? Did Grandpa became one too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What's the use of thinking about all this? Have you finished your homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in primary school: Mummy! I was selected for the dance performance! First row! Centre postion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What's the use of dancing well? Why don't you put more effort in your studies instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in secondary school: Mummy, I don't know what I want I to be in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What's the use of thinking so far ahead when you haven't even prepared for your test tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the use what's the use what's the use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything I learnt over the past 22 years, it's that the things that truly matter are those that are often "useless".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can love fill an empty stomach? It can't. &lt;br /&gt;Can love make me ace my tests? Most probably not. &lt;br /&gt;Can love land me the job I truly covet? Not unless the boss falls in love with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has no apparent use, then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when things get rough, and everything just seems so hopeless and futile, it's something "useless" like love that gets me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of love, there are also other not-useful things I hold dear ---happiness, honesty, justice, knowledge, hope and dreams --- these are the true gems of life. These are the things that are really worth pursuing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the world LOVES to tell us otherwise. But ironically, that same world which puts grades and success above all these gems secretly covets them the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when the most precious gem comes in --- the courage and strength to say if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's easy to forget it when the opposing currents are strong. But remember, life was never meant to be used. It's meant to be lived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697040124559910184-3347046311743714928?l=leowhuiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/feeds/3347046311743714928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697040124559910184&amp;postID=3347046311743714928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/3347046311743714928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/3347046311743714928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/2008/10/useless-gems.html' title='Useless gems'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08556204852223789011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6800/593/1600/315929/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697040124559910184.post-7617651223659919128</id><published>2008-09-26T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:01:42.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because</title><content type='html'>Because it's a brand new phase of my life&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm starting on a clean slate&lt;br /&gt;Because I finally took my baby step towards my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Because I know what it means to be peaceful the 1st time in 21 years&lt;br /&gt;Because Himself is always there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to start a new blog=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be updating the old blog I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be removing it either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the past is still a part of me. It remains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697040124559910184-7617651223659919128?l=leowhuiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7617651223659919128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697040124559910184&amp;postID=7617651223659919128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/7617651223659919128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697040124559910184/posts/default/7617651223659919128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leowhuiting.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Because'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08556204852223789011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6800/593/1600/315929/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
