<?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-3127070626979213035</id><updated>2011-12-13T19:57:17.932-08:00</updated><category term='yeah'/><category term='guilt.'/><category term='How my coach destroyed me.'/><category term='Football.'/><category term='scammed.'/><title type='text'>memoirs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</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>419</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-8721863758785388921</id><published>2011-05-17T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T07:46:11.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging lately. If anyone passed by looking for a new update during the past few months, I'm sorry! Was really busy lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I came out with this reason(or excuse) for not blogging frequently. The lack of bus rides. (Yeap. I don't do my thinking in the shower.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, people never really change. As for my case, YC still plays football. The only real significant difference now is that I developed an even stronger interest in football's history. Manchester United's in particular. Munich. Feb 6 1958. Sir Matt Busby. Sir Bobby Chalton. Duncan Edwards. El Beatle, and many many more. So much that I teared while watching and reading them up. The Busby Babes.. "They died in Munich. But in Old Trafford, they live forever." It made me realize and understand the spirit of Manchester United. The will of Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till when I was 14, I was supporting Manchester United's football team. Now I am nineteen. I support Manchester United football CLUB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, it's time to bask in this warm glow of happiness. 19th title. Liverpool, knocked off their perch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is addictive. Everyone should create and account and make friends online. Yea, I found out on twitter that I wasn't crazy when I call Manchester United my religion. I am one out of a few million. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space! Back to blogging yo! Anw, having a match this coming sunday. Excited as hell. Should be playing striker again. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-8721863758785388921?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8721863758785388921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=8721863758785388921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8721863758785388921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8721863758785388921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-havent-been-blogging-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-8878494605486373245</id><published>2011-03-22T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:02:26.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Results are out. Really disappointed as I wasn't able to hit the target I set for myself. Mugged really hard for this examination but it's just not meant to be :/ Luckily my cumulative rose by a lil. 0.05 to be exact. My cumulative GPA is still below the COP for mechanical engineering though :/ I will work harder next sem.. Will not set any target, I'll just bury myself in the notes and see how I fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7b_X_S56vm4/TYiz54DIEEI/AAAAAAAAA5s/SiCHav-aSCM/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7b_X_S56vm4/TYiz54DIEEI/AAAAAAAAA5s/SiCHav-aSCM/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586913144632512578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zSWlT2oD0o/TYiz6DAY0EI/AAAAAAAAA50/dqIm7TYyNgc/s1600/diplus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zSWlT2oD0o/TYiz6DAY0EI/AAAAAAAAA50/dqIm7TYyNgc/s400/diplus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586913147573817410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for my diploma plus, really consistant. Got a C+ again hahahaha. I have no complains, since I didn't put in much effort for it.. Lessons are on every tuesday, 530pm to 930pm! My fulltime diploma timetable that day is from 9am to 4pm.. How the hell am I gonna concentrate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm calm already. Gonna make full use of this break to recharge and rest, so I'll have the stamina to continue studying again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-8878494605486373245?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8878494605486373245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=8878494605486373245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8878494605486373245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8878494605486373245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/results-are-out.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7b_X_S56vm4/TYiz54DIEEI/AAAAAAAAA5s/SiCHav-aSCM/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-2232890438018835656</id><published>2011-03-11T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T19:08:09.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am fiercely defiant .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore my United jersey with pride after the defeat to liverpool. I read about United fans being shameful of the result and thus not comfortable of showing anything related to the public eye. Shame on you. Walking out on your club when they needed support most is criminal.. Whats so shameful about United? 18 league titles, and the current league leaders. You've got to have a screw loose somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the holidays are here! Really need a break from school work after mugging real hard for the final sem examinations! I will have no regrets if my results suck :) And it appears that the cut off GPAs for university admissions rose again. Then again, I should not be too worried. I'll just have to keep working hard and hope for the best yea? I don't want any Unis to accept me if I don't deserve it. Let me work hard for my meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some plans for the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hit and gym and get back my fitness.&lt;br /&gt;2. Play more football.&lt;br /&gt;3. Rest.&lt;br /&gt;4. Meet up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite general actually. Though I'm actually quite keen on doing some shopping, I don't see the point as year 3 will probably be really hectic and I'm gonna delicate my life to school work. The current set of clothes will do me just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. EAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love food from hawker (centers/centres?)! Cheap, delicious and delicious! haha. It is actually a value for money buffet if you're willing to spend more than 10 bucks. I can eat alot, and I will eat alot during this holidays :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, back to blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-2232890438018835656?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2232890438018835656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=2232890438018835656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/2232890438018835656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/2232890438018835656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-fiercely-defiant.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-8289356374343182033</id><published>2011-01-03T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:39:15.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was suddenly enlightened. Its neither confidence nor arrogance. Its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hatred&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-8289356374343182033?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8289356374343182033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=8289356374343182033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8289356374343182033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8289356374343182033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-suddenly-enlightened.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-3729500356112721808</id><published>2011-01-03T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:21:49.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think its my worst injury to my left ankle since i broke my leg. I was injury free since then. Just when I felt that I could actually walked out of yesterday's shadow. Fuck my leg seriously. Weak. weak weak. Can't even withstand an impact even with a metal plate securing it. Why make me love football that much if you don't plan to make it an integral part of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll hang up my boots, but not now. I've some unfinished business I needa settle, and I needa to be responsible for my dreams. It's depressing that I'm not a confident person and I'll need some degree of arrogance thats missing(since my leg broke) back in my game soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence and arrogance is alike the angel and the devil. Both radiates power, but of a different origin. You get what I mean. But it's only on the field la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, 3-3 chelsea! Suck on it Terry! Entertaining to see them celebrate like champions then brought back down to Earth after 5mins HAHAHAH. STAMFORD BRIDGE HAS FALLEN! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-3729500356112721808?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3729500356112721808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=3729500356112721808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3729500356112721808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3729500356112721808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/think-its-my-worst-injury-to-my-left.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-2715671473639940167</id><published>2010-12-25T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T09:29:43.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sian, have been feeling depressed lately. But everything will pass. I should focus on my match instead. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am very glad that 4e2'08's outing went relatively well! A very big thank you to all who came! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for this post, not in the mood to type..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-2715671473639940167?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2715671473639940167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=2715671473639940167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/2715671473639940167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/2715671473639940167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/sian-have-been-feeling-depressed-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-1749310380959410510</id><published>2010-12-12T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:30:09.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, street soccer/fico/cage for me sucked like hell LOL. I don't why but im not motivated to play in smaller pitches. The movement, space and almost everything is different from the real 11 aside football. Too direct. You don't really needa think if you're playing in a small court. The physically fitter team will win. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a different matter in a full size field. Ample space and room for us to run, and more importantly, time to think. Easier to dictate the pace of the game too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to cont! Gona situps, bathe and sleep already! Field football tmr :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-1749310380959410510?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1749310380959410510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=1749310380959410510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1749310380959410510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1749310380959410510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/recently-street-soccerficocage-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-3921476495303567163</id><published>2010-12-11T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:53:43.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, supporting a football club is alike how you treat your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your team wins, you celebrate like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your wife is in good mood, you share her joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your team loses, you accept defeat and move on. You stick to your team through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your wife is going thru a bad patch, you don't leave her. You believe and continue supporting her. No matter how heavy the storm, it will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, one thing's for sure. It's taboo to change or convert. For me, its Manchester United! Till death do us part. Just like marriage. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TQJyERrCIaI/AAAAAAAAA5M/81fmA0bxUtc/s1600/manchester_united_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TQJyERrCIaI/AAAAAAAAA5M/81fmA0bxUtc/s400/manchester_united_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549123108662813090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Why do you support Manchester United?" I was asked. I never had an answer. It's the feeling you get whenever  "The Theater of Dreams" is mentioned;&lt;br /&gt;When you see the players lining up in the tunnel;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear the crowd roar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whenever someone mentions the name of your crush, your heart skips a beat too yea? HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nope, they weren't  the first team I watched, the first's actually  Arsenal. Dad's favourite. haha. Back then, Henry, Bergkamp and co. were  slicing back fours apart like hot knife through butter! Just didnt have  the connection with them. You don't love a girl just because she's  pretty yea? Same theory. Wasn't meant to be. It was a different story with United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's love at first sight. Engraved somewhere deep in my memories, I was primary 4 when I watched the first United game. I even pronounced "Giggs" as "Giggles"! LOL. Then there's O'Shea on the same flank as Giggs. Back then he wasn't this bad :(&lt;br /&gt;Never knew it would be such a defining moment in ma life. Became a hardcore Red Devil, nv looked back since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ever player to have a major influence in my life would be Ruud Van Nistelrooy. Totally mesmerised by his goal scoring ability, I cut out newspaper pictures of him and pasted them on my wall, only to be scolded by mommy LOL. Still rmb his RVN10 website too! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Like how you'll place your other half's photo in your wallet LOL )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.22am already. I'll end this soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I dislike about some Manutd fans.. A number of them are merely Glory Hunters. They support just because we're successful. They know nuts about the vast history of this club. Worst of all, some broke the ultimate rule. They switched loyalty to become one of us. What is this man.. Stop boasting about the past loyalties, it doesn't really reflect well on your character yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually this is the exact reason why I respect Liverpool fans.(No matter how noisy, how irritating) They stick to their team no matter what. True football lovers' spirit :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, My wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TQJ9XByrunI/AAAAAAAAA5U/HnFAUvdof9k/s1600/sdadasdasd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TQJ9XByrunI/AAAAAAAAA5U/HnFAUvdof9k/s400/sdadasdasd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549135525445352050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day. One day. I'll stand in the middle of the field and shout: "I AM IN OLD TRAFFORD!!!" :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the bad sentence structure! English deproved tremendously  ever since I got into poly. Will blog more and try to improve ma Engrish.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights! 4am already. Training with Harry and JS at 11am. Holy crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-3921476495303567163?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3921476495303567163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=3921476495303567163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3921476495303567163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3921476495303567163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-supporting-football-club-is-alike.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TQJyERrCIaI/AAAAAAAAA5M/81fmA0bxUtc/s72-c/manchester_united_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-3095604356320409419</id><published>2010-12-02T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T05:36:10.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am scary. When I lie, I plan a whole week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-3095604356320409419?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3095604356320409419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=3095604356320409419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3095604356320409419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3095604356320409419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-2503825985534748337</id><published>2010-11-27T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:38:31.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; being taken for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-2503825985534748337?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2503825985534748337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=2503825985534748337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/2503825985534748337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/2503825985534748337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-being-taken-for-granted.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-293930386530725668</id><published>2010-11-26T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T08:57:33.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's always nice to take a walk in this cold cold night, blasting songs as I think about life. Feeling abit down now for one reason or another, one of it being my position to voice out during family gatherings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dread hearing stories about maids being ordered to do chores that are a tad too draining for them. I mean, even if you're the one employing them, it does not give you a right to bully anyone. haaah. I fail to understand what the 'adults' are thinking sometimes. Guess I must be too immature to understand the need to show one's superiority in front of a &lt;em&gt;maid. &lt;/em&gt;Why make a big fuss out of nothing? Why demand more than even you yourself can give if you were her? She is a&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;human too, for god's sake. Treat her how you wish people would treat you.. Aren't you elders supposed to be the role models for my generation? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Powerless ah, im powerless. Can't stop my team from losing, can't prevent anyone from being bullied. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't sleep man :/ Wanna jog but I were to go I think i'll have a cramp in the middle of nowhere at 1am in the morning. Better not LOL. Maybe I should go to the chin ups corner. Gonna be a long long night again... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-293930386530725668?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/293930386530725668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=293930386530725668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/293930386530725668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/293930386530725668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-always-nice-to-take-walk-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-705437682639914445</id><published>2010-11-24T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T08:31:12.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am tired, I'll just type what's on my mind. I hate this feeling of being a burden. After today, I seriously doubt my ability to control and kick a soccer ball. Never been this humiliated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be anyone's burden anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be the reason for losing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wasted many people's time today. Sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really really really really sorry for letting down everyone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll work harder than ever. I promise I'll never be complacent ever again. I promise I'll learn from my mistakes. I'll lay down my life. I don't wanna let anybody down ever and ever again T.T I'll nv be a burden again. I'll nv be lazy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISE I WILL IMPROVE! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hi-5s, pat on my back, nice messages, kind words. I'll never forget them. Thank you lovely friends, you guys blew some of the cloud away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-705437682639914445?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/705437682639914445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=705437682639914445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/705437682639914445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/705437682639914445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-tired-ill-just-type-whats-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-2513347045219308544</id><published>2010-11-24T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:03:48.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love thoughtful people. Thank you to mummy for buying some bananas for me (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it's judgement day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna win the medal so so much! But on the other hand, part of me wanna be up against better oppositions. I want this to be an opportunity for me to learn something. Yea, I sincerely wish for a team which is capable of beating my team soundly. I wanna learn more and be able to improve from this experience. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure will fuel success, let us be up against a good team tomorrow and may them trash us convincingly! I wanna know where I stand against the real pros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the better team win (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-2513347045219308544?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2513347045219308544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=2513347045219308544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/2513347045219308544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/2513347045219308544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-thoughtful-people.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-1180267263972287176</id><published>2010-11-19T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T07:43:06.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a tad loony already. I never knew what you had for me. The one up there never fails to make me laugh at my innocence. What is it that you want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construction site. A family of 5. A narrow road. That tree root. And as I land face to face with you, I could almost hear you laugh. The whole of secondary 3 was not enough I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do that to me 5 days before an event I looked forward to, hah, plain masterclass. Maybe it's karma. Maybe it's just bad luck. Maybe it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say people who rely and push any blame to fate is a coward. I don't deny I am one. Laughable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, I am starting to be very easily irritated, way too emotional for a guy :/ heh, couldn't care more already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k581i7cXQ1s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k581i7cXQ1s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there's youtube and this movie about Ronaldinho's comeback made me smile lika mad kid. hahaha. During my younger days, just playing football was enough to make my day. But as we all grew older, we became more and more concerned with the results. Did we win? If we did, we celebrate. Lose? And we'll keep quiet for the rest of the day. Playing football was no longer an enjoyment. Thanks to this video, I was reminded that football is supposed to be fun. It's an outlet to express, to feel, and to believe in (= . And I love people who play with a smile on their faces, it makes football seem so honest, so so magical. I'll try to play happily on Wednesday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets try to be nice and play sportingly guys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to JS and I to steer the ship till 5pm when reinforcement's come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-1180267263972287176?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1180267263972287176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=1180267263972287176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1180267263972287176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1180267263972287176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-tad-loony-already.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-7605901169218441610</id><published>2010-11-15T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T06:52:51.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anticipating a through ball, I managed a feint before dashing past my marker. The ball is just ahead of me now! "Do I cut in? Or will I drag it to the sidelines?" those were what went thru my head for less than a millisecond, but before I could act, I felt my foot being clipped and I went tumbling towards the ground. Raising my hands as I looked towards the reff, I was appeased when I heard the whistle. All turned into dismay as the man in charge pointed to the other side, I was judged to have dived. Three or four of the other team surrounded me furiously, " Playing basketball ah?" one of them sneered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt lonely.Maligned.Confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never about the referee's decision. What's applauding was the manner I was approached by the opponent after I was fouled. Fairness is nothing but a word people of higher authority use to justify their actions. No I don't blame the reff, people make mistakes. Just disappointed with humanity. How the guilty went up to confront the victim, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kicked me, asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't cheat. I never will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-7605901169218441610?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7605901169218441610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=7605901169218441610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7605901169218441610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7605901169218441610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/anticipating-through-ball-i-managed.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-8687439693774169226</id><published>2010-11-07T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:04:48.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently waiting for 3pm to arrive, playing soccer later! And since many of the soccer Kakis are still online, I shall appear offline and wait for them to offline before i make my way there. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Wednesday is approaching fast! Afraid? Of course I am. Can't seem to be able to control my legs freely whenever theres a competition. Needa score an early goal to settle my nerves.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which yc will turn up? We'll see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-8687439693774169226?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8687439693774169226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=8687439693774169226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8687439693774169226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8687439693774169226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/currently-waiting-for-3pm-to-arrive.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-8640865277135925597</id><published>2010-10-25T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T04:47:37.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good win for Manchester United yesterday! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that I'd rather be a carefree idiot than a depressed genius. Why made it known to me if I am not in a position to comment and change anything? Yes, its heartening to know that you regard me high enough to deserve anything but lies, but I really take the truth with a pinch of salt if it were to dampen my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my heart sank. Thanks, but no thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you can see from above, im really a self-centered person who breaks no sweat in criticising someone who bothered to relay whats relevant to me, to me. Yes, im selfish. Yes, i take everything for granted. And yes, im an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But an idiot stays happy. What matters more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TMVjJLv-vfI/AAAAAAAAA5E/foc6Yoi__FM/s1600/edvardmunchfemalenude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TMVjJLv-vfI/AAAAAAAAA5E/foc6Yoi__FM/s400/edvardmunchfemalenude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531936726718529010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have moments we wished to be invisible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I speak, Tuesday looms. Really dread staying in school from 9am to 930pm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase Holfelder - Money Is Not A Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won't be easy,&lt;br /&gt;but I have to try.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to leave in dead winter,&lt;br /&gt;and come back in July.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to sing what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;almost every night.&lt;br /&gt;But if this does anything,&lt;br /&gt;and it will you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gunna do everything,&lt;br /&gt;to put you next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is keeping me up so I decided,&lt;br /&gt;to just give in, call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;I've run out of different ways to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;what I've tried a million other times.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that I could leave you,&lt;br /&gt;and I still doubt you'd even care.&lt;br /&gt;But how could I lead my life,&lt;br /&gt;and always say truth but never dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won't be easy,&lt;br /&gt;but I have to try.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to leave in dead winter,&lt;br /&gt;and come back in July.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to sing what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;almost every night.&lt;br /&gt;But if this does anything,&lt;br /&gt;and it will you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gunna do everything,&lt;br /&gt;to put you next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is keeping me up so I decided,&lt;br /&gt;to just give in, call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;I've run out of different ways to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;what I've tried a million other times.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that I could leave you,&lt;br /&gt;and I still doubt you'd even care.&lt;br /&gt;But how could I lead my life,&lt;br /&gt;and always say truth but never..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is keeping me up so I decided,&lt;br /&gt;to just give in, call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;(call it a night)&lt;br /&gt;I've run out of different ways to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;what I've tried a million other times.&lt;br /&gt;( a million times)&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that I could leave you,&lt;br /&gt;and I still doubt you'd even care.&lt;br /&gt;But how could I lead my life,&lt;br /&gt;and always say truth but never,&lt;br /&gt;how could I lead my life,&lt;br /&gt;and always say truth but never dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the undertow.&lt;br /&gt;Will it drown me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya see it's you I need.&lt;br /&gt;Or will you leave me lost at sea?&lt;br /&gt;You'll miss the sun, and offshore breeze.&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot to mention me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that you should go.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Wo oh, woah oh.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Woah, woah oh.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Woah woah.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Woah, woah oh.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to be alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-8640865277135925597?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8640865277135925597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=8640865277135925597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8640865277135925597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8640865277135925597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-win-for-manchester-united.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TMVjJLv-vfI/AAAAAAAAA5E/foc6Yoi__FM/s72-c/edvardmunchfemalenude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-4323128540877094441</id><published>2010-10-19T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T07:51:28.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think all of us have moments when we hate ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is unfair. Sometimes I wonder, why bless various people with different talents and power just so to let them abuse it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wayne Rooney I knew was not to be. Its time for farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays this sem are gonna be tiring. 9am to 930pm aint laughing matter. Time to rest and get ready for school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT GPA CAN'T QUALIFY FOR NUS. GGGG. Reality check done. Time to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-4323128540877094441?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4323128540877094441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=4323128540877094441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4323128540877094441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4323128540877094441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-all-of-us-have-moments-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-7232578127918646635</id><published>2010-10-03T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T10:10:27.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel that kind words from someone who care can really change a person. Those simple words of advice can change the way we behave and act, and hence indirectly improving our character. It will seem insignificant to you if I thank you, so I rather not.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if there comes a day when I could wait no more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results out tmr. NEED ALL THE COURAGE IN THE WORLD TO CHECK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-7232578127918646635?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7232578127918646635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=7232578127918646635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7232578127918646635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7232578127918646635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-that-kind-words-from-someone-who.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-2478866177366834772</id><published>2010-10-01T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T07:45:46.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lazy to upload photos already. Life here is too peaceful, if not mundane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I stumbled upon a certain shop that sells football merchandise while shopping in town today. &lt;br /&gt;"Do you have green and "yellow" Manchester United scarfs?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"You mean Red and green?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I MEAN GREEN AND "YELLOW"."&lt;br /&gt;"Yellow and Red?"&lt;br /&gt;"NO, GREEN AND YELLOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes, as if telling me im too noob a fan to ask for the scarfs she didnt know about. "We only have red and white, they are Manchester United colours." Disappointed, I walked away. She needs to be older than my Grandma to teach me about Manchester United.. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significance of the Green and Gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TKXuSi85a6I/AAAAAAAAA4c/RxjXFGBF33U/s1600/87290hp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TKXuSi85a6I/AAAAAAAAA4c/RxjXFGBF33U/s400/87290hp2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523082520427064226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a protest by us Manchester United fans against the club's owners, the Glazer family. Since taking over a once public Manchester United in 2003 using money they borrowed, their debt is passed onto the club. The lengendary fortress that remained debt free for so long is now in debt of 700 million pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TKXuSYs20wI/AAAAAAAAA4U/t-3c1o8X3cE/s1600/beckham-green-and-gold1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TKXuSYs20wI/AAAAAAAAA4U/t-3c1o8X3cE/s400/beckham-green-and-gold1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523082517675430658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the moment of last season. Home coming for Becks! He wore the scarf some fan threw onto the pitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TKXuSG827ZI/AAAAAAAAA4M/iin2qRYI0Vw/s1600/green-and-gold-united-pro-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TKXuSG827ZI/AAAAAAAAA4M/iin2qRYI0Vw/s400/green-and-gold-united-pro-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523082512910708114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUHG:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why the colours Green and Gold? One of the colours of our jersey in the early 90s is as of below. We rather go back to the times :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TKXvinvaWcI/AAAAAAAAA48/RM1ZLI2JvL8/s1600/green-gold-villa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TKXvinvaWcI/AAAAAAAAA48/RM1ZLI2JvL8/s400/green-gold-villa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523083896102214082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty much everything! Sunderland tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-2478866177366834772?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2478866177366834772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=2478866177366834772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/2478866177366834772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/2478866177366834772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/10/lazy-to-upload-photos-already.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TKXuSi85a6I/AAAAAAAAA4c/RxjXFGBF33U/s72-c/87290hp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-4351203773232637545</id><published>2010-09-25T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T08:35:34.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJ4Qxbv9StI/AAAAAAAAA4E/KXGY7tngCuw/s1600/berba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJ4Qxbv9StI/AAAAAAAAA4E/KXGY7tngCuw/s400/berba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520868634651347666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbatov!! Salute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I saw after I woke up from my nap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJ4QxFobCKI/AAAAAAAAA38/UVqbJ6uciTk/s1600/SDC11551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJ4QxFobCKI/AAAAAAAAA38/UVqbJ6uciTk/s400/SDC11551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520868628714162338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cool classmates. Look what they drew using paint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJ4Qw9k2XXI/AAAAAAAAA30/UGySZg6-thA/s1600/SDC11553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJ4Qw9k2XXI/AAAAAAAAA30/UGySZg6-thA/s400/SDC11553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520868626551692658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJ4QwofAp1I/AAAAAAAAA3s/JLbzXykBn8E/s1600/SDC11557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJ4QwofAp1I/AAAAAAAAA3s/JLbzXykBn8E/s400/SDC11557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520868620890056530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon battle (Gameboy) Wtf right LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJ4QwYxIZeI/AAAAAAAAA3k/LILKq-7ES4U/s1600/SDC11559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJ4QwYxIZeI/AAAAAAAAA3k/LILKq-7ES4U/s400/SDC11559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520868616671094242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty much the end of my short post. Gotta go fix my stiff neck. I can only turn and tilt my head to the left now :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-4351203773232637545?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4351203773232637545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=4351203773232637545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4351203773232637545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4351203773232637545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/berbatov-salute.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJ4Qxbv9StI/AAAAAAAAA4E/KXGY7tngCuw/s72-c/berba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-1652476840645760358</id><published>2010-09-22T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T10:13:53.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrived in Tianjin and went for some screwed up welcome dinner which they said was halal(I have Muslim friends coming with us). Pork is served. I shall not comment on their level of stupidity. Didnt really eat much out of repect to my friends, then rushed back to hotel to watch Manchester United! Missed around 20mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always a joy to witness a famous victory over our hated rivals :D A convincing performance from us(except for the defence)(= Am not surprised that Berba managed to bag a hattrick, but people often mistake effortless for laziness. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, pictures in random order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjSsnm0HnI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Q9EzupV9QjA/s1600/SDC11461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjSsnm0HnI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Q9EzupV9QjA/s400/SDC11461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519393007330401906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Mum, Dad and Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjSuRah-HI/AAAAAAAAA2M/rfWenzGDVdE/s1600/SDC11485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjSuRah-HI/AAAAAAAAA2M/rfWenzGDVdE/s400/SDC11485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519393035733039218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the workshop thats afew times bigger than Sp's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjSuC3CA0I/AAAAAAAAA2E/jAkGoGdOvnk/s1600/SDC11483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjSuC3CA0I/AAAAAAAAA2E/jAkGoGdOvnk/s400/SDC11483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519393031826047810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean by big? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjSttioLsI/AAAAAAAAA18/c9uPDFB1DCY/s1600/SDC11474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjSttioLsI/AAAAAAAAA18/c9uPDFB1DCY/s400/SDC11474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519393026103324354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some random plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjStHJB5CI/AAAAAAAAA10/Yo4XihqYr6c/s1600/SDC11465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjStHJB5CI/AAAAAAAAA10/Yo4XihqYr6c/s400/SDC11465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519393015795409954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big big airfield. Closest I've ever been to airplanes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjWmzCZuII/AAAAAAAAA3c/8wf0DJv7o-o/s1600/SDC11508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjWmzCZuII/AAAAAAAAA3c/8wf0DJv7o-o/s400/SDC11508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519397305366198402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Dairy Queen! Super cheap compared to SG's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjWmSKzBeI/AAAAAAAAA3U/kXW0h7RnnkY/s1600/SDC11509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjWmSKzBeI/AAAAAAAAA3U/kXW0h7RnnkY/s400/SDC11509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519397296543040994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Served upside down:D Was planning to ask the person to hold it in the upside down position for me to take a pic, but abandoned the plan cause I don't wana be wacked in China :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjWlin_6kI/AAAAAAAAA3M/claH7-Ki8gc/s1600/SDC11510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjWlin_6kI/AAAAAAAAA3M/claH7-Ki8gc/s400/SDC11510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519397283780618818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastically good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjWlCvQX4I/AAAAAAAAA3E/unE9j36i9CM/s1600/SDC11511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjWlCvQX4I/AAAAAAAAA3E/unE9j36i9CM/s400/SDC11511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519397275221122946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjWkrFyR5I/AAAAAAAAA28/VE_2JSrMNhU/s1600/SDC11512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjWkrFyR5I/AAAAAAAAA28/VE_2JSrMNhU/s400/SDC11512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519397268873168786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i think this is limited edition! Not out in Singapore yet. Tempted ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjVW5erGDI/AAAAAAAAA2k/o5BU6s_Femk/s1600/SDC11503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjVW5erGDI/AAAAAAAAA2k/o5BU6s_Femk/s400/SDC11503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519395932705855538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at Yoshinoya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjVXkJx1WI/AAAAAAAAA2s/4pAMJFF8tmk/s1600/SDC11505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjVXkJx1WI/AAAAAAAAA2s/4pAMJFF8tmk/s400/SDC11505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519395944160941410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time eating although they have outlets in Sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjVYPwxhzI/AAAAAAAAA20/XxGaEitnvdw/s1600/SDC11506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjVYPwxhzI/AAAAAAAAA20/XxGaEitnvdw/s400/SDC11506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519395955867223858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn filling :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjVWn31JQI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Ytq900XyFdM/s1600/SDC11494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjVWn31JQI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Ytq900XyFdM/s400/SDC11494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519395927979533570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjVV3R3hWI/AAAAAAAAA2U/04WniwCTMYw/s1600/SDC11489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjVV3R3hWI/AAAAAAAAA2U/04WniwCTMYw/s400/SDC11489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519395914935403874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're imitating an irritating fellow's pose! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-1652476840645760358?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1652476840645760358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=1652476840645760358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1652476840645760358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1652476840645760358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/arrived-in-tianjin-and-went-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TJjSsnm0HnI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Q9EzupV9QjA/s72-c/SDC11461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-1311406391679842854</id><published>2010-09-18T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T09:15:41.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel sorry for the few times I didnt wanna and didnt feel like going to grandma's house when I couldn't wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now,I went to visit her to bid farewell before going to China tomorrow. Waking up from the noise me and my family made in the house, she sat up and smiled at me before asking if I am bringing enough food to China. She gave me an angpow worth 50 bucks and told me to takecare. "What time is your flight tomorrow? I want to be there to send u off." My family and I reassured her that she can rest at home as we need to depart home at 5am. She insisted in going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt. Sitting in front of me is the woman I did not make an effort to visit. Whats the "I slept at 3am and cannot wake up at 9am" excuse? The very same woman closing in on 80 years old just got discharged from the hospital today, with diabetes, swollen legs and heart problem wanna make an effort to wake up at 4am plus in the morning just to send her grandson off.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and sorry grandma. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, time passes fast! Going to China tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month is neither a short nor a long time, but being human its bound that I feel a little sad. All the things im gonna miss in Singapore - The food, outings, family, friends and football. Its a bitter sweet feeling I have now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The believe that im leaving for a higher purpose is there. I'll come back stronger and more mature as a person im sure. For now, its time to say goodbye my friends (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-1311406391679842854?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1311406391679842854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=1311406391679842854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1311406391679842854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1311406391679842854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-feel-sorry-for-few-times-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-7118844665142471894</id><published>2010-09-16T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T08:42:43.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, really soon. I'll be in Tianjin, China. 19th September babeh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually completed this sometime ago, but I just dun feel like posting. haha. There goes the next 20.&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;br /&gt;1. I cannot watch horror movies. I can take fail ones like grudge though (=&lt;br /&gt;2. I love the sound of water. ( eg. When you shake a metal water bottle?) &lt;br /&gt;3. Used to wanna be a life guard, but I achieved survival's gold award when I was 9. Too young to continue to the lifeguard stage. Stopped swimming ever since.&lt;br /&gt;4. Afraid of being blind. Each eye of mine, 700 degrees. =/&lt;br /&gt;5. I love eating salmon and cod fish(=&lt;br /&gt;6. I believe "tears" are for a reason. Cry when u cannot hold it back. &lt;br /&gt;7. I hold back my tears all the time. Failed wonderfully against the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;8. Love to jog in the rain. Makes me feel somehow sad, yet motivated LOL.&lt;br /&gt;9. Got knocked down by a car once.I was young then, not even looking at the road. haha.&lt;br /&gt;10. Was nearly knocked down by a bus. (Young) LOL. Was on my bicycle and going at full speed. (I still rmb i was on my way to gekpoh). There's a series of steps I couldnt see, unable to turn in time and crashed into road. Luckily bus braked in time.&lt;br /&gt;11. I wanna have my own wikipedia page before I die.&lt;br /&gt;12. I tell myself to live life with a positive attitude everyday.(My positivity may not be identical to yours )&lt;br /&gt;13. Its shallow to judge people based on their looks, but to assume people judge you solely on your character is naive.&lt;br /&gt;14. I stopped growing taller during sec3 :X&lt;br /&gt;16. Feels that lying is an important life skill. I am not saying that im a frequent liar, just feels that the ability to lie is essential to survive.&lt;br /&gt;17. Truthful words only surface during a heated argument.&lt;br /&gt;18. Hate backstabbers.(FYI, serious cases only.)&lt;br /&gt;19. Love looking into the eyes of the backstabber, and witness his eyes escaping from mine. &lt;br /&gt;20. To motivate people is my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-7118844665142471894?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7118844665142471894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=7118844665142471894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7118844665142471894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7118844665142471894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/exams-are-finally-over-soon-really-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-5407627579674373132</id><published>2010-09-08T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T02:02:24.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 papers down, 2 more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars are mystical, sometimes magical. Laying down and staring at the endless horizon, "Do they really exist?" you wonder. Fascinating it may be, still its no secret that by the time we set our eyes on the bright, shiny sparkles that lit up the night, they may already be history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moon. A dependable, faithful timekeeper, never fails to be around once darkness looms. And even when there are times when we cannot visually locate her, everyone knows she's near. Just like the guardian angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given a choice, which will you choose? Take a chance with the stars? To many, false hope. Why take a life changing bet?  &lt;br /&gt;Or remain loyal with the Moon? Never fails to go wrong, but lack the element to excite many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best possible solution..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TIdPCYl1D6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/LMpkm0wLEq4/s1600/1958Singapore%27s_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TIdPCYl1D6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/LMpkm0wLEq4/s400/1958Singapore%27s_flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514463171117911970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blending them together :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be my national day post, but im too lazy  to even continue typing. haha. Happy birthday Singapore! For I know all the memories of my family, friends and achievements are safely deposited right here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post again after my exams! Gonna screw my aircraft powerplants and mathematics upside down already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaa i really miss playing football. Anyone wanna do community service and play football with me before I call china my home for 4 weeks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-5407627579674373132?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5407627579674373132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=5407627579674373132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5407627579674373132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5407627579674373132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/3-papers-down-2-more-to-go-stars-are.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TIdPCYl1D6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/LMpkm0wLEq4/s72-c/1958Singapore%27s_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-3431893983810627452</id><published>2010-08-25T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:43:22.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you just wanna play football, with all the important people watching by the side cheering you on yea? With the ball at your feet, you know you can repay them the faith. The adrenaline pushed your limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back into midfield to collect the ball, you go past one. Two. And three. The crowd stood up. With all your might, you strike the ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The net bulges. Its a goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-3431893983810627452?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3431893983810627452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=3431893983810627452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3431893983810627452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3431893983810627452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-you-just-wanna-play-football.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-3020632585253418419</id><published>2010-08-19T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:14:42.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to do the "30 facts about myself" here instead of fb. FB's too open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My favourite colour is red. Somehow but not entirely influenced by United?&lt;br /&gt;2. Mac's breakfast is the best (=&lt;br /&gt;3. I respect people based on their character, not age. I despise people who 'abuse' their age and behave in a totally inhumane manner. Don't wanna elaborate on the net.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love, I breathe, I live Soccer. But im not really good at it =X Really envious of people who're really talented in this sport. I will continue to work hard though (=&lt;br /&gt;5. The lowest point of my life happened when I was in sec3. Some scout came to watch us play football and I was trying hard to impress, broke my leg instead. Got admitted into hospital and had a metal plate inserted into my leg. Rushed home 2 days later, only to witness Man united's loss to chelsea. =( Imagine laying on bed with a broken leg, thinking about the loss against Chelsea. Emo shit. Unable to walk, I spent the whole month at home. Without Epl. &lt;br /&gt;6. I don't like to pay attention in class. I prefer to study myself. More "time efficient"? haha.&lt;br /&gt;7. I can't believe I was a Centerback in sec 2. (I am now a striker)&lt;br /&gt;8. Breaking my leg actually made me a better person. Learned to look at things from a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;9. My family is not rich, but I can assure you that the laughter and fun here is alot better than most families. (=&lt;br /&gt;10. I am afraid of butterflies. Since 18 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;11. As a kid, I liked basketball more than soccer. But the absence of a Basketball court near my home (best thing that ever happened to me) encouraged me to pick up soccer. Didnt look back since(= &lt;br /&gt;12. I set my watch 10mins faster so I will never be late. &lt;br /&gt;13. I value punctuality alot. And I feel that it makes me an idiot. I am trying hard to change by being less punctual. ( My watch was 15mins faster before I adjusted it again for this purpose)&lt;br /&gt;14. I love Manchester United. I wrote this at number 14 for a reason. "One - four" in chinese is pronounced as 一世. Which means Forever. &lt;br /&gt;15. I skipped wedding dinners, family outings within and outside of the country for Manchester United matches. So I conclude that if a girl made me skip a Manchester United match, I really love her LOL. May that day comes. &lt;br /&gt;16. People say I am crazy about football and Manutd. Its not fanatic, its passionate.&lt;br /&gt;17. I plan ahead for pretty much everything i'll be doing. &lt;br /&gt;18. Thats my weakness. &lt;br /&gt;19. Hua Yi Secondary School will always hold a special position in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;20. I think I can judge a person on whether he can play Soccer by the way he look. HAHA. Aura ya know? &lt;br /&gt;21. Be nice to me, I'll return it(=&lt;br /&gt;22. I may not look nervous when I am, but watch the number of times I go to the toilet before a significant event. Stomachaches give me away.&lt;br /&gt;23. Patience is key to anything in life. All will work out eventually(= &lt;br /&gt;24. As you can see, im quite optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;25. My store room is scary. 7 soccer balls.&lt;br /&gt;26. If someone I hate looked down on me, I'll strive hard to prove him/her wrong, but when someone important comdemn me to failure, its sad that I really would believe him/her. &lt;br /&gt;27. I like chocolates that are not so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;28. I don't believe in forcing the way through. I prefer weaving through the spaces in between. haha. I'll be impressed if anyone managed to get this one (=&lt;br /&gt;29. I don't drink and smoke.&lt;br /&gt;30. Lastly, keep faith and believe in me, for I'll be able to achieve much much more with people behind me (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 3 weeks to finish this post LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-3020632585253418419?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3020632585253418419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=3020632585253418419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3020632585253418419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3020632585253418419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-decided-to-do-30-facts-about-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-7236604537408684719</id><published>2010-08-13T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T19:30:48.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was great, Dad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yeah,” said the son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son answered: “I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his son added, “Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things money can never buy. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-7236604537408684719?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7236604537408684719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=7236604537408684719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7236604537408684719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7236604537408684719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-day-father-of-very-wealthy-family.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-7561520414245521616</id><published>2010-08-07T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:46:40.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to Boston makes me sad. Really. Its a great song though, enjoy (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-7561520414245521616?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7561520414245521616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=7561520414245521616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7561520414245521616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7561520414245521616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/listening-to-boston-makes-me-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-3680538747934748260</id><published>2010-08-05T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T09:41:35.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finished studying for my test tmr, so now its time for me to do something I love. Lets go Manchester United awhile before I hit the blankets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a purely Manchester United post. ( warning? LOL )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United fans, whats your Manchester United moment of the season? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Owen scored the winner against City, I knew what I've done was worth it. I "ponned" a wedding dinner LOL. But thats not the moment. Its actually.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TFmKrsMapBI/AAAAAAAAA08/5EU7KiC-LW0/s1600/scholes+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TFmKrsMapBI/AAAAAAAAA08/5EU7KiC-LW0/s400/scholes+head.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501580903012017170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This :D Rushing back home on a cab after my guitar lesson, I reached home with 20 mins left to play. Its a must win game for United if we were to win the title! No better way than to win it! Paul the octopus? Nah. We have PAUL SCHOLES! Although we lost the title eventually, this was the goal that allowed us to keep believing till the every end. :D Yes, tears rolled when it went in :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TFmKr25HNTI/AAAAAAAAA1E/su7ItbgXfF0/s1600/giggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TFmKr25HNTI/AAAAAAAAA1E/su7ItbgXfF0/s400/giggs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501580905883841842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TFmM5iCkhFI/AAAAAAAAA1M/SfPyjT_5eEk/s1600/Neville-and-Scholes-kiss-effect1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TFmM5iCkhFI/AAAAAAAAA1M/SfPyjT_5eEk/s400/Neville-and-Scholes-kiss-effect1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501583339827790930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this moment. Shows how much it meant yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People asked if my favourite player in Manchester United is Wayne Rooney. No its not. To be worthy of my wholehearted support, u need delication. U need discipline. And most importantly, loyalty. I am not saying that Rooney's deprived of the attributes, but it takes time to prove yourself yea? My favourites are Giggsy, Scholesly and Neville! I love them. The last surviving members of the class of 92 (= It would have been perfect if good old Becks' still here )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TFmRkaZVNiI/AAAAAAAAA1U/aBDtMLumcEY/s1600/beckham_.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TFmRkaZVNiI/AAAAAAAAA1U/aBDtMLumcEY/s400/beckham_.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501588474556659234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best memory I have of him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_wyBRaGG3I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_wyBRaGG3I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost single handedly rescued us with two late goals after coming on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gkm42ObNopE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gkm42ObNopE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single Handedly saved England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before you feel he's talented after watching his heroics, any idea how he practiced his freekicks? He plants a golf club in the middle of a field and aims at it. This is David Beckham. Injured he may be, I've no doubt that he'll return even stronger! *Salutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. I wished I had the energy to continue typing. Cya people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer's my Oxygen, and Manchester United is my heartbeat. Long live the beautiful game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the way you feel when you step on the field that lets you know you couldn’t live without this sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-3680538747934748260?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3680538747934748260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=3680538747934748260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3680538747934748260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3680538747934748260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-finished-studying-for-my-test-tmr-so.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TFmKrsMapBI/AAAAAAAAA08/5EU7KiC-LW0/s72-c/scholes+head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-167277819205253925</id><published>2010-07-28T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T09:29:34.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since my blood boiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My friend got me into his streetsoccer team for the competition thats meant for the school of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Since I wasnt from the school, I had to use a fake id.( I admit im in the wrong over here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. After playing the first match which we drew 4-4, someone from the team thats gonna play us in the coming matches reported to the authorities, telling them that I am not from the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I got banned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on man. Soccer is a beautiful game, whats the problem with you wanting to deprive anyone from enjoying the sport? Selfish. Its not that I am playing unfairly on the court or injuring anyone. Just playing and hanging around with my friends.Low profile. Why do you have to spoil my "destressing" day out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what an elegant back stab. Luck was on my side though, my teammates heard him reporting me. Apparently, I am so good until some previous pussy I owned before in a match remembered me. For one whole year. Wow. I am that good! But not as good as he is. I pawned him with my legs, my sweat, my hard work though the years. But he's a different breed. (I shall use "it)" It specialises in using its mouth more than its legs. The fucking mouth was too hot for me to handle. *Claps* You got me this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that guy got me banned from playing, his team still lost to my team,courtesy of Weiliang(2) and Jiansheng(2). That dog was eliminated and destroyed (= We won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but laugh at how naive his thoughts were. Imagine him thinking that they could win as one of the team members of the opposition were out! HAHAHAHA. Sorry man. I played better than you when I was 10 years old. Train for a hundred years before you wanna reach 0.000000001% of my standard la, its always harder to play with 4 legs, you pussy.(= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIN IT FOR ME GUYS. All the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh. I feel damn good typing the above chunk of words. WHEW. Time to sleep (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-167277819205253925?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/167277819205253925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=167277819205253925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/167277819205253925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/167277819205253925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-awhile-since-my-blood-boiled.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-1009708870656102631</id><published>2010-07-25T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T02:33:40.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heard lots of people saying that United's jersey is ugly. Let the pictures speak for themselves (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TEwCx4VjEfI/AAAAAAAAA00/p7iElX70mrA/s1600/New+jersey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TEwCx4VjEfI/AAAAAAAAA00/p7iElX70mrA/s400/New+jersey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497772301072142834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TEwCw1PT1_I/AAAAAAAAA0s/-Hr5DlFHuN8/s1600/neww+jersey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TEwCw1PT1_I/AAAAAAAAA0s/-Hr5DlFHuN8/s400/neww+jersey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497772283060803570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly? haha. If thats the case I don't know whats nice already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-1009708870656102631?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1009708870656102631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=1009708870656102631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1009708870656102631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1009708870656102631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/heard-lots-of-people-saying-that.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TEwCx4VjEfI/AAAAAAAAA00/p7iElX70mrA/s72-c/New+jersey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-7270848226978250400</id><published>2010-07-25T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T10:08:25.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This isn't me. I wasn't this indecisive before. Whats got me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having high expectations for yourself aint beneficial to your sleeping time. Lots of sleepless nights lately. I can't even get to sleep when I hit the bed at 2am after a long day. Damn. Something is wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TEsZwf1Da1I/AAAAAAAAA0k/_8mfbginFXE/s1600/giggs_280x390_728776a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TEsZwf1Da1I/AAAAAAAAA0k/_8mfbginFXE/s400/giggs_280x390_728776a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497516091104258898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lend me some courage will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-7270848226978250400?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7270848226978250400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=7270848226978250400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7270848226978250400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7270848226978250400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-isnt-me.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TEsZwf1Da1I/AAAAAAAAA0k/_8mfbginFXE/s72-c/giggs_280x390_728776a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-1776886654446200252</id><published>2010-07-19T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:52:32.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TER0HUIkJXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KqO9P5LYTpI/s1600/yoooona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TER0HUIkJXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KqO9P5LYTpI/s400/yoooona.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495645114311386482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did death glares become so beautiful? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-1776886654446200252?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1776886654446200252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=1776886654446200252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1776886654446200252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1776886654446200252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-did-death-glares-become-so.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TER0HUIkJXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KqO9P5LYTpI/s72-c/yoooona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-7351847662150183410</id><published>2010-07-18T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:00:10.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was having a really bad day when brother went beside me and asked:" Big brother, what caused your bad mood today?" Well, sometimes, my brother made me smile uncontrollably too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going to Tianjin for Overseas Industrial Training program on 19th September! A 4 weeks trip, with more than 10ppl I know(= Whats worse than having all guys in a class? Probably going overseas for a month with them LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After knowing the exact date for the trip, the first thing I wanna know is whether I would miss any Manchester United games while I will be on the plane. &lt;br /&gt;Well, guess what? 19th September 2010 - Manchester United Vs Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still gonna be a long time from now, but I know I'll miss the food. The life. The friends here. Anticipate, and miss me yea?(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-7351847662150183410?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7351847662150183410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=7351847662150183410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7351847662150183410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7351847662150183410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-was-having-really-bad-day-when.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-3347482312938029471</id><published>2010-07-16T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:52:43.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would revert back to the original route after its open again. The constructions are finally done and dusted..Expanded, ever ready for the everyday wear and tear.. Yes, everything seems to have improved. Much straighter roads, better looking bus stops etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where's the familiarity? Thats the path where I used to jog on every week, the place where I first rode the bicycle, and part of the route I would take whenever I go out for a late night walk if my stomach feels bloated.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you made me wait too long, and by the time you're done I am already accustomed to what was meant to be the substitute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it feels familiar already. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, the standard of my written English is getting from bad to worse(or worst?)! Must really blog(as practice) more often so as not to embarrass myself =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is boring! Its been awhile since I last pooled, bowled, swam, gymed, and sang.. $.$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 1am already. Tomorrow 9am lesson O.O NIGHTS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I feel stressed with my life. Can't sleep well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-3347482312938029471?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3347482312938029471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=3347482312938029471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3347482312938029471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3347482312938029471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/change.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-255280801919807814</id><published>2010-07-09T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:27:41.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read my previous world cup post( The one with pics) and realised im such a pro. I backed Holland and predicted that Spain would be the favourites. Now they're meeting in the Final. Awwwww. HAHAHA. I don't know how to predict already! May the best team wins..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-255280801919807814?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/255280801919807814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=255280801919807814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/255280801919807814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/255280801919807814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-read-my-previous-world-cup-post-one.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-5657034191164672331</id><published>2010-07-03T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:09:17.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am glad I held back and didnt post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I hate my teacher. When the class ask him a question: "Teacher how do we do this?", he has a standard reply: "This one teach before mah, you duno ah? You duno ah? Fail lor!" He looked down on all of us, and since none in my class got full marks for the module, he took the chance to mock us:"Your class no one full marks, other classes got 5 or 6.. You all not good, we need to spend more time to groom those better students." Nice.&lt;br /&gt;On the other time, one of my classmates hvn got the chance to purchase the textbook, so he remarked:" Don't need buy la, next year buy"(Directly saying that my friend will fail the module.) &lt;br /&gt;Today I was seriously answering his question( The class was dismissed and I went to talk to him) when he mocked me by not wanting to tell me the correct answer. Instead, he joked about his own random answer.&lt;br /&gt;Before that incident, he's already telling us how lousy we will score for this module, and how well the other classes will fare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, luckily I scored an A for this module. Thanks for this motivation. I will do well and make you eat your words..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-5657034191164672331?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5657034191164672331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=5657034191164672331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5657034191164672331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5657034191164672331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-glad-i-held-back-and-didnt-post.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-483267299262569941</id><published>2010-06-30T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:54:44.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wanna share this photo. I feel its the best this World cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TCtwzr-RbFI/AAAAAAAAA0U/_SKjv6kkki0/s1600/jap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TCtwzr-RbFI/AAAAAAAAA0U/_SKjv6kkki0/s400/jap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488604604160633938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a penalty that desperately needs to be saved. Look how much it meant to them. Deep down, I felt that fire again (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh DAMMIT, look at the clock, its 12.35am, and so I thought a "worldcupless" night meant more sleep. Damn! 4 more results to get, TEACHER.. WHY MARK SO SLOW? I wanna plan my studying timetable according to how well I fare! All the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird to be walking home alone from school at 9pm. Walking pass children playing Basketball, Sepak takraw, Badminton, or even having Taekwondo lessons. Nostalgic. I miss playing without worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you do it for the results or pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is very very wrong. Blog about it on friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-483267299262569941?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/483267299262569941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=483267299262569941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/483267299262569941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/483267299262569941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-wanna-share-this-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TCtwzr-RbFI/AAAAAAAAA0U/_SKjv6kkki0/s72-c/jap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-4276231086191209234</id><published>2010-06-25T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:06:36.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 more days to the start of school. Shit. I hvn even blink my eye -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've decided to partially quit gambling(soccer). Gambling spoils the fun in watching soccer when you bet too much =X I feel that self control is important, so I'll not be banning it from my life, but limiting it. Its just like studying infront of the laptop- Instead of switching off the laptop when you feel its distracting you, overcome yourself, prove it to yourself that YOU CAN STUDY IN FRONT OF THE COMPUTER. haha. Lets not avoid the problem, lets solve it (=&lt;br /&gt;Thats because on a certain day, I promised myself that no matter how tough, I'll never be a coward and run away again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 3 days, I'll be diverting 70% of my attention to my studies, 15% to football and 15% to my social life. Tentatively, I'll be really busy and tired. But thats what Poly life is all about. You mug like crazy for 8 weeks, after that slack like crazy for 1 month. Repeat that for 12 times and you have your diploma! I am serious about improving my GPA this time. Bring it on baby (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see all my JC friends feeling the heat already!(Errrr, Harry?)&lt;br /&gt;Its time to really work hard. All the best to your final laps, and before long you people will feel the power of Adult bus fare! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-4276231086191209234?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4276231086191209234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=4276231086191209234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4276231086191209234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4276231086191209234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-more-days-to-start-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-794685252901522832</id><published>2010-06-20T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:45:18.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played soccer for two consecutive days and then I got injured while dribbling the ball under totally no pressure. I was able to continue playing then, but after the adrenaline wore off, I had difficultly walking. Damn. Ankle injuries never fail to strike fear into me after the horrendous accident 3 years ago. I thought im over it =X   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its time to rest till im fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, WATCH THIS. North Korea's Jong Tae-Se cried during his country's anthem was played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yd_Jfkuu3IE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yd_Jfkuu3IE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that he was representing his country against world number one Brazil.. All that hard work put in to reach this far..  The overflowing emotions took over him.. Total respect for this guy.&lt;br /&gt;North Korea to beat Portugal!(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 1 week left till school starts. I have lots to catch up in school, I wasnt paying attention on the last 2 weeks of school. Will start on my revision on sunday(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-794685252901522832?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/794685252901522832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=794685252901522832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/794685252901522832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/794685252901522832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/played-soccer-for-two-consecutive-days.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-1486888277977064585</id><published>2010-06-13T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:34:51.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TBO6GLSXxNI/AAAAAAAAAz0/jFT5pmz1czk/s1600/holland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TBO6GLSXxNI/AAAAAAAAAz0/jFT5pmz1czk/s400/holland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481929786711852242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am backing the Dutch to go all the way this time! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am very impressed with the football of south korea too. Being an asian, lets support asian teams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TBO6HPZzHtI/AAAAAAAAA0E/p20b1gMs5i4/s1600/South%2BKorea%2Bv%2BNorth%2BKorea%2B2010%2BFIFA%2BWorld%2BtvpdtoYVrK9l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TBO6HPZzHtI/AAAAAAAAA0E/p20b1gMs5i4/s400/South%2BKorea%2Bv%2BNorth%2BKorea%2B2010%2BFIFA%2BWorld%2BtvpdtoYVrK9l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481929804996615890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Chung Yong, currently plying his trade in England, with Bolton! One of the ones to look out for in this exciting korean side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TBO6Gtiy1VI/AAAAAAAAAz8/pX-k3GJiH6o/s1600/South%2BKorea%2Bv%2BIran%2B2010%2BFIFA%2BWorld%2BCup%2BAsian%2BbgIrs4IaVkSl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TBO6Gtiy1VI/AAAAAAAAAz8/pX-k3GJiH6o/s400/South%2BKorea%2Bv%2BIran%2B2010%2BFIFA%2BWorld%2BCup%2BAsian%2BbgIrs4IaVkSl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481929795907540306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park Ji Sung! Captain of the white tigers! Just scored against Greece (= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TBO6HX6UySI/AAAAAAAAA0M/C6GzwuIpSNo/s1600/Spain%2Bv%2BTurkey%2BFIFA2010%2BWorld%2BCup%2BQualifier%2B-8AtJjwWCLUl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TBO6HX6UySI/AAAAAAAAA0M/C6GzwuIpSNo/s400/Spain%2Bv%2BTurkey%2BFIFA2010%2BWorld%2BCup%2BQualifier%2B-8AtJjwWCLUl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481929807280523554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the favourites will still be Spain. They pass the ball though the heart of every defence like a hot knife through butter.. Smooth! Really sexy football (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worldcup quote of the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure sex wouldn't be so rewarding as this World Cup. It's not that sex isn't good but the World Cup is every four years and sex is not.&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo( The bigger size one)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-1486888277977064585?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1486888277977064585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=1486888277977064585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1486888277977064585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1486888277977064585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-backing-dutch-to-go-all-way-this.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/TBO6GLSXxNI/AAAAAAAAAz0/jFT5pmz1czk/s72-c/holland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-154510000655552919</id><published>2010-06-12T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:29:49.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just now I was feeling feverish, so I took out my thermometer( awww, reminds me of secondary school days) and put it into my mouth. Around a minute later, it beeped. But instead of the usual 37.8 or 38.2 degrees, it showed WORLD CUP FEVER!(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. World cup officially started! Its like the ultimate festival for any football fan :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MST's officially over, and I can only say that whatever my results, I'll be satisfied as I already tried my very best this sem(= I wouldnt do very well though, screwed up some of the parts =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since MST's over... ITS THE HOLIDAYS MAN! Time to meet up with friends from all over the world and play soccer! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging people based on their looks is being superficial. Thinking that people judge you solely based on your character is being naïve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-154510000655552919?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/154510000655552919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=154510000655552919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/154510000655552919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/154510000655552919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-now-i-was-feeling-feverish-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-1441263621936670916</id><published>2010-05-29T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:07:08.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOONA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-1441263621936670916?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1441263621936670916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=1441263621936670916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1441263621936670916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1441263621936670916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-yoona.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-7771266214511976356</id><published>2010-05-27T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:09:47.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes. Don't we all feel that nothing matters more than happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not been myself lately. Ahh. Bring me back to life, someone, anyone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-7771266214511976356?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7771266214511976356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=7771266214511976356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7771266214511976356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7771266214511976356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-3394008783780064227</id><published>2010-05-25T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T07:50:08.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tFHctDHrsAM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tFHctDHrsAM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody should watch this! My favourite player :D Comment plz! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud to say that I first knew him on the day he signed for ManUtd. When I was still in Primary 6, 6 years ago! It was in the school's computer lab. I was still mourning over the departure of Becks then.. Didnt knew who I've seen then was gonna be worth 80million pounds in 2009!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you ronaldo! More than i like yoona! )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video made my eyes watery =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-3394008783780064227?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3394008783780064227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=3394008783780064227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3394008783780064227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3394008783780064227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/everybody-should-watch-this-my.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-7387054842910271687</id><published>2010-05-24T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T06:22:36.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best laugh in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BjppfgXgpuI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BjppfgXgpuI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-7387054842910271687?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7387054842910271687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=7387054842910271687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7387054842910271687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7387054842910271687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/best-laugh-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-6791384510946978841</id><published>2010-05-19T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T10:19:39.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sian. I am not gonna study today. What are studies man. They are straight forward. U just need to study to get good grades. If an hour is not enough, study 8 hours. Thats how freaking long I studied on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is not written on a book. Life is unpredictable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I can make all the effort you will never imagine just to make something happen. But the thing is, theres something called "fruitless" in the dictionary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiming for the stars and landing on the moon.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how people turn the above quote into something motivating. Thats basically failing.. The moon is really just a constant reminder that you failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your time. Hang around on the moon. Look at the stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-6791384510946978841?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6791384510946978841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=6791384510946978841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6791384510946978841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6791384510946978841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/sian.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-5463595080412078837</id><published>2010-05-17T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T08:34:34.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There've more and more instances whereby people said I changed. I dread hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;But deep down, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is good.. It lets you hear what people gotta say about your past behaviour, your supposed character.. Its more or less the only way to know more about yourself, even though its the past. Change. Its inevitable isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S_FhB9sW03I/AAAAAAAAAzc/wd2YgteE2Xs/s1600/1209753659_080430yoona2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S_FhB9sW03I/AAAAAAAAAzc/wd2YgteE2Xs/s400/1209753659_080430yoona2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472261708600234866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S_FhkG_xj8I/AAAAAAAAAzk/s3GT4NNqoko/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S_FhkG_xj8I/AAAAAAAAAzk/s3GT4NNqoko/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472262295213150146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Someone should suggest to Oxford dictionary to put her picture under "beautiful"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-5463595080412078837?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5463595080412078837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=5463595080412078837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5463595080412078837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5463595080412078837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/thereve-more-and-more-instances-whereby.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S_FhB9sW03I/AAAAAAAAAzc/wd2YgteE2Xs/s72-c/1209753659_080430yoona2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-3183747474121093457</id><published>2010-05-16T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T07:34:14.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I am in a freaking good mood today so im gonna post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price. Ah. Price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S-_zeojaTXI/AAAAAAAAAzM/uwWb-DbunF0/s1600/BreadWhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S-_zeojaTXI/AAAAAAAAAzM/uwWb-DbunF0/s400/BreadWhite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471859779886009714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be able to enjoy fragrant and nice bread at a really cheap price back then. If I wanna save money, I would eat bread the whole day, cost me less than 2 bucks. But now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S-_zeOMx6gI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Fd91xOBHKGg/s1600/CarlsJr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S-_zeOMx6gI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Fd91xOBHKGg/s400/CarlsJr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471859772811766274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S-_zdzlWgiI/AAAAAAAAAy8/tAymojSmhEs/s1600/qpc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S-_zdzlWgiI/AAAAAAAAAy8/tAymojSmhEs/s400/qpc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471859765667070498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S-_zdojRnYI/AAAAAAAAAy0/IlI-LOIf_ic/s1600/subway_txt_nycjan292009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S-_zdojRnYI/AAAAAAAAAy0/IlI-LOIf_ic/s400/subway_txt_nycjan292009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471859762705571202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bread" aint cheap no more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-3183747474121093457?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3183747474121093457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=3183747474121093457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3183747474121093457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3183747474121093457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-i-am-in-freaking-good-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S-_zeojaTXI/AAAAAAAAAzM/uwWb-DbunF0/s72-c/BreadWhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-4078638490241099659</id><published>2010-05-12T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T06:29:25.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freak... im back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer was damn fun just now! I have no answers to why we lost the first few games to obviously lousier opponents, but I believe beating the strongest team out there was no luck :D We worked our socks off and turned the game around 2-1! haha. Talk about the sense of achivement felt when everyone around the court clapped when we scored the winning goal (Y). hah. But due to the competitiveness of the game, we lost the next match as we're all exhausted.. Next team! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baa. Thats after school just now. Gonna go bury myself in books already. 3 more weeks to exams, 4 more weeks to holidays! (Y) For now, PIA ALL THE WAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passion for football will not be for forever. But im sure, it'll be till the day I die :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-4078638490241099659?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4078638490241099659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=4078638490241099659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4078638490241099659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4078638490241099659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/freak.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-891053666403490002</id><published>2010-05-06T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:04:44.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I show you guys something I find astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S-LkGmSIXEI/AAAAAAAAAys/xYQAaOb-z4k/s1600/kg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S-LkGmSIXEI/AAAAAAAAAys/xYQAaOb-z4k/s400/kg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468183699588144194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the profile I set last year. 175cm, 62kg. Now I'm 175cm, 70kg. Wth. My health will motivate me more than soccer. Time to get healthy.. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw..  &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/prizedmemories"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/prizedmemories&lt;/a&gt;. Support plz! Haah. No high hopes though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-891053666403490002?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/891053666403490002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=891053666403490002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/891053666403490002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/891053666403490002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-show-you-guys-something-i-find.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S-LkGmSIXEI/AAAAAAAAAys/xYQAaOb-z4k/s72-c/kg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-1947530461527621950</id><published>2010-05-04T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T08:41:59.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered at my local hospital and saw this old couple; a man sat in a chair, holding his wife's hand on the bed and I heard her say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Promise you won't waste your last years missing me when I'm gone, Bill?" and he smiled and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure. Promise you won't blame me when I break it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made my night. Life's beautiful :D Goodnight fellow friends..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-1947530461527621950?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1947530461527621950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=1947530461527621950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1947530461527621950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1947530461527621950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-stumbled-upon-this-i-volunteered-at.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-1438182501447308273</id><published>2010-05-02T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T08:33:15.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can u feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAaH_HlUD68&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAaH_HlUD68&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haah. Sometimes i just can't help but feel theres a lack of humanity among us..&lt;br /&gt;The never ending wars.. All of the soldiers out there have a home to return to. Some are even parents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaaa. I don't feel good now. I wanna go travel around the world and enjoy the good food! But i need to go to school to be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-1438182501447308273?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1438182501447308273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=1438182501447308273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1438182501447308273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1438182501447308273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-u-feel-haah.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-6310912930328212937</id><published>2010-04-28T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T03:24:01.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It will probably be the last chance I have in my entire life to represent a school.  I will not hide anymore. I am tired of hiding. &lt;br /&gt;Next Wednesday. I will acknowledge my lousiness if I fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get it right this time.. Dear me, its time to face your fear.. Time to wear PREDATOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, but most likely fail la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-6310912930328212937?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6310912930328212937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=6310912930328212937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6310912930328212937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6310912930328212937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-will-probably-be-last-chance-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-3981625891127932885</id><published>2010-04-24T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:05:57.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its hard to go to school. I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, they cut away all the trees. 600 meters under the sun is no joke, so i changed my route to the mrt station. Due to road constructions, they fenced up my new route. Hence,I need to find another route. I finally did- Through the carpark..Down to the playground.. Past the basketball court. And yea. Thats my latest route. Recently, they blocked the main road leading to my lastest route. WHAT THE HELL~ Now im damn sure, something up there with the authority wanna prevent me from going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I need a GPS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-3981625891127932885?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3981625891127932885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=3981625891127932885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3981625891127932885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3981625891127932885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-hard-to-go-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-1914540518048128420</id><published>2010-04-21T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T07:38:19.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School is slowly draining my energy away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at about 12pm today, slept till 7pm, had dinner. Its 1020pm now. I am tired. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;Thats how much i need to sleep for 4 hours of school LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i sort of like this sem! The modules are more theory based as compared to last sem's :D I'm more of a theory guy, so i have a little more confidence as compared to last sem (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S88KsvrV_HI/AAAAAAAAAyk/bU0a4ofOc1A/s1600/yoooon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S88KsvrV_HI/AAAAAAAAAyk/bU0a4ofOc1A/s400/yoooon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462596636852485234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww. This pic woke me up haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thanks to the picture im able to continue typing. School ended at 830pm yesterday. Its a nice feeling to walk home from the mrt station- The cool breeze, the good music, the quiet estate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised how fast things change. I am no longer the old me last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update more. Everyday perhaps? Try. So that I'll remember me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-1914540518048128420?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1914540518048128420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=1914540518048128420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1914540518048128420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1914540518048128420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/04/school-is-slowly-draining-my-energy.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S88KsvrV_HI/AAAAAAAAAyk/bU0a4ofOc1A/s72-c/yoooon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-6542166959068668286</id><published>2010-04-19T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:05:05.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad. More of relieved? Cause the dreaded module's lecturer's a good one! Interesting one to be exact. He's hardcore soccer and MANCHESTER UNITED fan :D I am glad to point out a weird but true statistic. For any subject a "soccer fan" taught, my past records all A LOL. I know im ridiculous. U see theres link. I tend to be more respectful and interested u see. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Its the first time a teacher challenged us students to a soccer match on the first day of school.. haha. Turned me on instantly! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing is.. Its the hardest module.=X Honestly im not really having high expectations of myself.. But lets just work hard yc.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sem is finally starting. Time's ripe for me to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chionging&lt;/span&gt; in almost every aspect in life. In order of importance: Studies, Friends, Soccer, Guitar. Lets prove that we can play hard, and study hard as well. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-6542166959068668286?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6542166959068668286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=6542166959068668286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6542166959068668286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6542166959068668286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/04/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-5406000454130671253</id><published>2010-04-17T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T09:16:55.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S8iLVXO8OwI/AAAAAAAAAyc/BExdfXvH270/s1600/IMG056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S8iLVXO8OwI/AAAAAAAAAyc/BExdfXvH270/s400/IMG056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460767747316923138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my boots! Predator! Its my 4th year wearing my old boots already(super durable (=) and hence decided to get a new one! Super comfortable , i strongly recommend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S8iLU-p2PbI/AAAAAAAAAyU/1OVQyKUnUYU/s1600/IMG059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S8iLU-p2PbI/AAAAAAAAAyU/1OVQyKUnUYU/s400/IMG059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460767740718890418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got this book too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good week! But bad for the wallet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna practice my guitar already.. Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-5406000454130671253?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5406000454130671253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=5406000454130671253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5406000454130671253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5406000454130671253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/04/bought-my-boots-predator-its-my-4th.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S8iLVXO8OwI/AAAAAAAAAyc/BExdfXvH270/s72-c/IMG056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-6941018606395327086</id><published>2010-04-10T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:59:34.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am crazy. Because I can play soccer by myself. No thats not the point. I played soccer with myself &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;happily&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, its not the amount of training, but the way u train.. This holidays, i practised alot on awareness in the mind. Talented players use all kinds of skills (step overs etc),they go past players with their skills.. But im not talented. I chose to train on awareness. Its about physics. One very simple and easy example is by dribbling towards the direction where the opponent came from. Its common sense right? Its generally more difficult to brake and then sprint back to the starting position. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there'll be less than 3 ppl who read my blog and actually not bored by now..If you're still reading on, good luck! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skillful player can dribble past opponents himself. "Awareness" player needs the help of his teammates..As distractions to the opposition. To put it in more simple terms, a player high in awareness can dribble past opponents with ease in a 11 a side match..But not in 1 v 1 situations. Get it? Awareness is in the mind. Skill is technique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training on skill = sweat it out in the field..&lt;br /&gt;Training on awareness = lying on bed and think :D&lt;br /&gt;Great yea.. I am proud to say that im on the bed till 2pm everyday! HAHA. Actually the above chunk of words are just the buildup , the bottomline is.. Even though im on the bed for so long, i still train! HAHA. serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-6941018606395327086?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6941018606395327086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=6941018606395327086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6941018606395327086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6941018606395327086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-6075039493950954264</id><published>2010-04-04T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:44:30.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S7d7HoJKx4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/76G2i0JVfpY/s1600/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S7d7HoJKx4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/76G2i0JVfpY/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455964844547819394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch kidnapper with my family just now.. Great for a Singapore movie :D Its just that a certain cinema in west mall have seats too "small" for me. I am unable to rest my neck throughout the movie =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S7eA3bZJ5dI/AAAAAAAAAyM/lvfPRVsZmj8/s1600/20080818_snsd1_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S7eA3bZJ5dI/AAAAAAAAAyM/lvfPRVsZmj8/s400/20080818_snsd1_medium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455971163317069266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S7eA2UymJ1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/C3tY-9Wyt3U/s1600/SNSD-only-allowed-800-calories-a-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S7eA2UymJ1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/C3tY-9Wyt3U/s400/SNSD-only-allowed-800-calories-a-day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455971144364861266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent addiction! SNSD (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been boring! &lt;br /&gt;I realised I need commitments to stay "fresh". Training maybe? Low cost and healthy! :D But then again, i don't think I have the determination to really start training? I am a low determination freak~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy suggest that I go be a part time tutor. Primary school maths maybe? Shouldn't be much of a problem for me(The problem sums)? I'll see how it goes.. Year 2 is starting in 2 weeks time and I must really get into the mood for war! Sem A 9 modules! My target for this sem is to attain As for every module except GEMS! HAHA. Sadly, the probability of that happening is equivalent to 0.0012763942. =X I'll just do my best (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some tags to motivate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.24am now! Time to sleep! Nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-6075039493950954264?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6075039493950954264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=6075039493950954264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6075039493950954264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6075039493950954264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-to-blogging-went-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S7d7HoJKx4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/76G2i0JVfpY/s72-c/image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-8195017450288054710</id><published>2010-04-03T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:23:24.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soccer today was great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt alot fitter as compared to the previous few games already :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise to myself today. To be more selfish: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think for myself more.&lt;br /&gt;To make decisions based on my own interest..&lt;br /&gt;To not follow the crowd.. Whats the point of living if its just about blending into the surroundings?&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point of living if all of your decisions are based on others' expectation on you?&lt;br /&gt;Wheres the purpose of living if you gave up something that meant alot, all because you don't wanna disappoint someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made a promise..To live life for myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-8195017450288054710?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8195017450288054710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=8195017450288054710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8195017450288054710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8195017450288054710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/04/soccer-today-was-great-felt-alot-fitter.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-8905484087978573654</id><published>2010-03-28T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T06:36:59.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S69VG5vHFbI/AAAAAAAAAxk/KVU6isaTLwY/s1600/SDC11158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S69VG5vHFbI/AAAAAAAAAxk/KVU6isaTLwY/s400/SDC11158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453671250834953650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird's nest! Majestic and artistic, i can't help but drool over the prospect of going to Old Trafford! Also known as.. "THE THEATER OF DREAMS" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S69YKvK0x6I/AAAAAAAAAx0/UumNKAwIv_I/s1600/sas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S69YKvK0x6I/AAAAAAAAAx0/UumNKAwIv_I/s400/sas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453674615252764578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rant about my results. I am very happy that my Electronics managed a B+, I was half expecting it to be D! &lt;br /&gt;C+ for ITOE! Nice. Proves that how bad my hands on ability is, gotta work harder :D&lt;br /&gt;Overall, GPA dropped from 3.7 to 3.614..Its quite a bad result for someone who's aiming to get into a local Uni! Its not good enough. Its not good enough. Dear me, please understand that its a matter of life and death! Treat school more seriously and be more hardworking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I feel good now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go watch some snsd already! bye bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-8905484087978573654?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8905484087978573654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=8905484087978573654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8905484087978573654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8905484087978573654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/03/birds-nest-majestic-and-artistic-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S69VG5vHFbI/AAAAAAAAAxk/KVU6isaTLwY/s72-c/SDC11158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-244429685149135853</id><published>2010-03-22T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:00:48.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets do our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, whats the purpose of us being alive if we're just satisfied to play second fiddle? &lt;br /&gt;For a year and a half, my life's been empty. The phone's not ringing, the constant home stay; Trademarks of a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;zai nan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to be more cheerful; And yea, it helps alot by not thinking that much. Life's been so simple for me that its plain. Simple is good, but not plain. Simple is a warm cup of milo, but plain is just water. I do not need alcohol or such stuff. Just bring my milo back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is a bad feeling. It makes you feel unwanted. I can't help but miss life afew years back. It was simple happiness. Was it me? Or did my friends change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be willing to take time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for that cup of milo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-244429685149135853?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/244429685149135853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=244429685149135853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/244429685149135853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/244429685149135853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-do-our-best.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-5177580315525606710</id><published>2010-03-21T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:04:29.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM BACK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Beijing was a blast, not possible to describe in words. One of the most important lessons I had was on pride. There's a togetherness thats hard to express among the Chinese there.. Exactly what Singaporeans lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its certainly not propaganda, but from the locals I realised their need to reunite with Taiwan. Its just like.. A lost member of the family.. I shall spare you guys from the boredom of reading the history of china, but I really feel that they are sincere. There was a certain warmth and sadness about it..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a fruitful trip :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few pictures I like to share. I am lazy to upload the rest, I'll show u guys personally in my laptop! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S6T9-M_svyI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qHNHMjy5DIc/s1600-h/SDC11140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S6T9-M_svyI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qHNHMjy5DIc/s400/SDC11140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450760694107258658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S6T9-5i7NRI/AAAAAAAAAxM/nyTzZ3uEsRY/s1600-h/SDC11359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S6T9-5i7NRI/AAAAAAAAAxM/nyTzZ3uEsRY/s400/SDC11359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450760706066167058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love snow! Really damn beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S6T9_fb3QAI/AAAAAAAAAxU/qUjiapyb6LI/s1600-h/SDC11361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S6T9_fb3QAI/AAAAAAAAAxU/qUjiapyb6LI/s400/SDC11361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450760716237094914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow breeds snowfights! Damn bloodly fun I swear (Y) Snow fights is second to soccer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S6T9_270vWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/pal98M7HxkM/s1600-h/SDC11196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S6T9_270vWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/pal98M7HxkM/s400/SDC11196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450760722545163618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the GREATs in this picture :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the pics in my com! Cya readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-5177580315525606710?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5177580315525606710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=5177580315525606710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5177580315525606710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5177580315525606710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-back-trip-to-beijing-was-blast-not.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S6T9-M_svyI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qHNHMjy5DIc/s72-c/SDC11140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-5322859619828646728</id><published>2010-03-10T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T03:24:13.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S5OxMcKwBZI/AAAAAAAAAwk/SCl7n-vIbaM/s1600-h/des.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S5OxMcKwBZI/AAAAAAAAAwk/SCl7n-vIbaM/s400/des.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445891201698891154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the conclusion that its always the darkest just before it goes pitch black..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never has it got to do with the result, its the process of anticipating hell that'll hurt the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the answer, all that's left is confirmation to make it official..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst torture ever; Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be going on a holiday to china from 1am next morning till 19th this month.. Finally a chance to relax after tanking through my holy school life..I always enjoyed trips overseas :D Time to recharge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be more time for other commitments after returning.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S5eAi1EOHwI/AAAAAAAAAw8/TTYuA3wse6E/s1600-h/David-Beckham-AC-Milan-Manchester-United-Cham_2420719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S5eAi1EOHwI/AAAAAAAAAw8/TTYuA3wse6E/s400/David-Beckham-AC-Milan-Manchester-United-Cham_2420719.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446963610176593666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S5eAiUHgOfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/SmjidUY7FwQ/s1600-h/david-beckham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S5eAiUHgOfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/SmjidUY7FwQ/s400/david-beckham.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446963601331993074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S5eAiAiu3hI/AAAAAAAAAws/KEvibwW1b5s/s1600-h/beckham_bye_1013490c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S5eAiAiu3hI/AAAAAAAAAws/KEvibwW1b5s/s400/beckham_bye_1013490c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446963596077489682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, its gonna be the last time Beckham is coming home to Old Trafford as a player, and im gonna miss the game because I'll be on the plane! :(&lt;br /&gt;I really hope tt he'll score to give milan a consolation goal.. Becks. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do wait for me (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-5322859619828646728?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5322859619828646728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=5322859619828646728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5322859619828646728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5322859619828646728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-came-to-conclusion-that-its-always.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S5OxMcKwBZI/AAAAAAAAAwk/SCl7n-vIbaM/s72-c/des.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-967242376694127258</id><published>2010-03-01T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:12:15.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, its time to sit down, think hard and post! Its been a while :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, every post I compose is the result of hours of thoughts, so read with your heart yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my little tribute to Yasin Ahmad.. Director of lots of touching short films like the one im goona show u guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s2XLZsiCBsA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s2XLZsiCBsA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best commercial Singapore ever aired. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message that Yasin wanted to convey is that alot of Singaporeans fear marriage.. Most people are influenced by the society to wait for the "perfect one".. And in some cases, people fear that their body will go out of shape, and hence losing the "Magazine girl/guy" look that they perceive to be perfect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasin described this as a "disease" and with this video, she hopes to take perfection out of the equation, and bring it to a whole new level. Do take time to think :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-967242376694127258?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/967242376694127258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=967242376694127258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/967242376694127258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/967242376694127258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-its-time-to-sit-down-think-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-7984062019788170509</id><published>2010-02-26T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:09:25.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never felt that helpless during an exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uyw_iiqb70&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uyw_iiqb70&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch this whenever im down..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im better already :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still sober enough to know that its not a sprint; Its a marathon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-7984062019788170509?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7984062019788170509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=7984062019788170509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7984062019788170509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7984062019788170509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-never-felt-that-helpless-during-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-5061744125577575098</id><published>2010-02-03T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:03:04.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel damn lousyyy.&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn weak, its as if my legs would crumble if they had carried me even an inch longer.&lt;br /&gt;I feel weak, I got controlled by pain.. Why? Pain overcame me..&lt;br /&gt;Just an arrogant freak who thinks too highly of himself and gets nothing done in the end. Booo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't in the mood for anything other than sleep. Sleep. Can I sleep for the whole weekk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go on top of jurong hilltop and lay there, while recalling all my childhood dreams, all over again..Those outrageously stupid, yet amazingly bright stars that I once believed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dim, but it was definitely there.. It was alike a sense of helplessness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed in myself. But nobody did. Can you feel my pain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-5061744125577575098?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5061744125577575098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=5061744125577575098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5061744125577575098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5061744125577575098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-damn-lousyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-3275314410966741021</id><published>2010-02-01T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T05:19:58.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a good day because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Astrology GEM quiz(totally unrelated to GPA but must pass) with a socre of 9/20! I passed overall :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My idea groupmates and I finished our group presentation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my personal presentation for OC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished one question of autocad tonight! (even though im unsure whether its correct..even though I slept for 4 hours only ytd..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2bRHpvyDiI/AAAAAAAAAwc/hTUocsDB_Fg/s1600-h/IMG022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2bRHpvyDiI/AAAAAAAAAwc/hTUocsDB_Fg/s400/IMG022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433259929864637986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F1 car that me and my group made! Using styrofoam, patty and spray paint. WIN! hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2bRHFthBCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/i8Q-Tvf2T28/s1600-h/IMG019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2bRHFthBCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/i8Q-Tvf2T28/s400/IMG019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433259920191456290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we do during electronics practical.. Look complicated yea? Pictures are not deceiving..IT IS REALLY DIFFICULT.. I have a lab test next week on this~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2bRG2hH7iI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ejfB-4xMOoY/s1600-h/IMG015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2bRG2hH7iI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ejfB-4xMOoY/s400/IMG015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433259916112948770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you guys hvnt seen a Cathode ray oscilloscope before other than in the textbook! Not really that difficult.. Just hope not to screw up on the actual day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2bRGb_2FEI/AAAAAAAAAwE/p4I6MxJ4vHw/s1600-h/IMG014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2bRGb_2FEI/AAAAAAAAAwE/p4I6MxJ4vHw/s400/IMG014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433259908994044994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures in order to rmb the position for the wires..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are really approaching! Time to really mug already :D Just a simple post to bring you guys into my Poly life! Cya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-3275314410966741021?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3275314410966741021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=3275314410966741021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3275314410966741021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3275314410966741021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-is-good-day-because-i-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2bRHpvyDiI/AAAAAAAAAwc/hTUocsDB_Fg/s72-c/IMG022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-6684380754815452295</id><published>2010-01-29T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T06:09:56.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only motivation left in me is that unfulfilled dream of visiting OT. It sort of kept me alive. The sole purpose of generating enough money for the trip is enough to spur me on to work hard in my studies.. Positive motivation? haha.&lt;br /&gt;All my other dreams were either too unrealistic or already impossible. It was kind of sad thinking about them again, all the old wounds began to hurt.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was doing chin ups near my home sometime ago when my mom said that how pleased she was that I took up guitar lessons. She then proceed to tell me that if i become better, i would have an additional choice of CCA after I got into uni. "Good?" I replied. "I can join soccer." She looked up to me and continued: "You did not get into your school team did you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2LnPdaumXI/AAAAAAAAAv8/cH4_YNS2T3U/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2LnPdaumXI/AAAAAAAAAv8/cH4_YNS2T3U/s400/pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432158353343027570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2LnPNRoilI/AAAAAAAAAv0/WgJCunTaDFI/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2LnPNRoilI/AAAAAAAAAv0/WgJCunTaDFI/s400/pic2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432158349009914450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2LnO0U3QVI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Yv5Rko2dnbQ/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2LnO0U3QVI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Yv5Rko2dnbQ/s400/pic3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432158342312575314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roar of Old Trafford sent shivers down my spine instantly.. Great feeling. I shall be there someday :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-6684380754815452295?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6684380754815452295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=6684380754815452295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6684380754815452295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6684380754815452295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-motivation-left-in-me-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S2LnPdaumXI/AAAAAAAAAv8/cH4_YNS2T3U/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-3580824816547278403</id><published>2010-01-28T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:47:27.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo. Its a super duper great feeling to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we just tend to forget the importance of being healthy when we're well, and hence neglecting and depriving the much needed rest for our bodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I firmly believe that we'll appreciate sunlight more, after we have been in darkness. In this case, appreciate a healthy body after knowing what its like to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chat with my parents and they suggested that my recent succumb to illness was due to my overly packed schedule. They told me that sleeping at 3am on friday nights, waking up to gym on a saturday morning followed by soccer in the afternoon and guitar lessons at night was a tad too much for my body to handle. &lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit too tired to continue. Gonna sleep early today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-3580824816547278403?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3580824816547278403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=3580824816547278403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3580824816547278403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3580824816547278403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-7197498307780744780</id><published>2010-01-26T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:26:23.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My end. I can feel it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tough yesterday. I couldnt feel my own legs after the 3 rounds of intense vomiting, every single second feels like a minute. Trust me, it was scary. For the first time in my life, pain from the injection felt good. At least I felt alive from the pain.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alot better after the injection :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just now I was waiting for bus at an unusually empty busstop for quite some time until I realised IT IS NOT A BUSSTOP. Damn you taxi stand! Off to sleep and recover from my illness..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-7197498307780744780?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7197498307780744780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=7197498307780744780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7197498307780744780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7197498307780744780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-end.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-6590859369555684570</id><published>2010-01-18T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T06:24:09.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There will only be courage when there is fear. Brave people are people who dared to try and do what they are afraid of. They shiver thoughout the ordeal too. Be brave, and once you made that very first step, you conquered yourself! I dare not say that nothing is impossible, but surpassing your own fears will always be achievable. All of us wanna be telling our kids how brave we were 20 years down the road yea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short, 18 years have passed. If we get to live till 90, 20% of our life is already consumed. What can be more important than living life the way we want? We have only one chance to make sure that we're remembered for the right reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the pen. How will you continue writing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-6590859369555684570?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6590859369555684570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=6590859369555684570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6590859369555684570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6590859369555684570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-will-only-be-courage-when-there.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-7759401032284553856</id><published>2010-01-12T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T06:39:10.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S0yDklrzVVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/7BFmnCybfNA/s1600-h/IMG007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S0yDklrzVVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/7BFmnCybfNA/s400/IMG007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425856315688965458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Autocad assignment. Feels good to have completed it in time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really hate school! Seriously a waste of time, if not for the attendence, I wouldnt even go at all. Just give me those notes and I'll study them myself! Most lecturers are useless anyway.. I am only there for a higher purpose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to continue on this post, but sadly, I just received a msg from my class chairperson saying that I have a test tmr! Holy timing, its 1030pm now. Gonna study! Cya guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-7759401032284553856?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7759401032284553856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=7759401032284553856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7759401032284553856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/7759401032284553856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-autocad-assignment.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/S0yDklrzVVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/7BFmnCybfNA/s72-c/IMG007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-4482713946693408516</id><published>2010-01-04T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T06:58:38.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will not be sleeping tonight unless I finish this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute ago, I just decided on something. I was not born into this world to repair a freaking airplane that I have totally no interest in. I was not born into this world to be looked down on. I wanna be somebody.Its decided. I dont wanna be the next Bill Gates or the next Roman Abramovic. I wanna be the next Yicong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not about a single dream. I believe that after you wake up, there will be a time when you sleep again. And when you sleep, you dream. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-4482713946693408516?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4482713946693408516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=4482713946693408516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4482713946693408516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4482713946693408516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-will-not-be-sleeping-tonight-unless-i.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-4208433789850440558</id><published>2010-01-03T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:10:50.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Once upon a time, we all had Dreams-&lt;br /&gt;To do something. Be somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we were too young then&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps dreaming was something only the rich could afford&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is safer to follow the crowd and do the right thing&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there are commitments now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;Enough time has passed&lt;br /&gt;We can only choose to forget the long overdue Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dream&lt;br /&gt;That someday we could&lt;br /&gt;Do something we love&lt;br /&gt;Be someone greater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you still remember yours?&lt;br /&gt;What if somewhere inside you still wants to accomplish the Dream?&lt;br /&gt;What if some moments in your life were spent what-if-ing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of those what-ifs were&lt;br /&gt;"What if I believe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that one fleeting moment&lt;br /&gt;You'd believed&lt;br /&gt;Believed that Dreams Can Come True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join this group&lt;br /&gt;Support fellow Dream chasers&lt;br /&gt;And spread the belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;When you Believe&lt;br /&gt;Dreams really Can Come True"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/group.php?gid=171991367311&amp;ref=ts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-4208433789850440558?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4208433789850440558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=4208433789850440558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4208433789850440558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4208433789850440558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-upon-time-we-all-had-dreams-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-1493385178567210509</id><published>2010-01-03T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:04:07.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a list of conclusions I made from the year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the highlight of 2009 is my supposing back door entry to my current school? haha. Was very lucky to be accepted at that point of time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times in hyss. In 2008, it's just like a second home to all of us =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is unforgiving. Sense of responsibility is to be proportional with age. I hate the fact that I am 18 this year! I am increasingly troubled with how I want my future to shape up. What I wanna do in the future, what I must do now in order to achieve those goals. I wanna be a successful person in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling of growing up. In the past, I can sign up for whatever programs that im interested in without any worries. But now, even if I am extremely interested in a particular event, I'll be very hesitant and think about how the event will affect me academically. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;I dont trust love and everything associated with it. Because you know that at this age, even if a girl made you go crazy and all over her, she's not gonna be the one walking down the aisle with you. Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude - Stubbornness.&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever tell someone that he or she is stubborn. It is not possible for one to be stubborn himself. It takes two hands to clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be myself. &lt;br /&gt;Score well from my exams.&lt;br /&gt;Be true to friends.&lt;br /&gt;Improve my English.&lt;br /&gt;Catch up with some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Be generous.&lt;br /&gt;To believe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year, my readers :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-1493385178567210509?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1493385178567210509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=1493385178567210509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1493385178567210509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1493385178567210509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-list-of-conclusions-i-made-from.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-8355793459789021033</id><published>2009-12-23T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T07:22:46.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The rivers and seas lead the hundred streams, because they are skillful at staying low. Thus they are able to lead the hundred streams. Therefore, to rise above people, one must, in speaking, stay below them. To remain in front of people, one must put oneself behind them. Therefore Sages remain above, and yet the people are not weighted down. They remain in front, and the people are not held back. Therefore the world willingly elects them, and yet it does not reject them. Because they do not compete, the world cannot compete with them" - Tao de jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risks.&lt;br /&gt;How many of us would be willing to take one? Unwillinglying, I belong to the lesser group. As much as i want to be brave and live my life to the fullest, I am a coward by nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I done this year?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much except for beliving that i can balance my studies with my passion, after which I failed miserably. I had a wish and it was granted. I threw it away without even blinking an eye. Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had expectations a tad too high for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may see this as living in my own past. I do not disagree, but I firmly believe that there's plently for me to learn while I am reflecting. I will learn from the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-8355793459789021033?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8355793459789021033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=8355793459789021033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8355793459789021033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8355793459789021033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/rivers-and-seas-lead-hundred-streams.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-2089365562942165791</id><published>2009-12-16T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:11:22.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am tired. Keeping this short, but sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a known fact that it flies without wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein once dubbed it the 4th dimension of this world and said that someday it would be possible to manipulate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its none other than Time. Time can be the medicine for all wounds, but its also the one and only source of wounds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it is possible for us to go back in time. Sounds impossible? Technology is advanced. The only way possible is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By viewing the past photos/videos that one has taken b4 the point of time.. It is actually travelling back.. Has anyone here not taken a glance at your childhood photos? Memories just come flowing back don't they? Your loved ones teaching you how to cycle.. The time when u fell down and cried like there was no tomorrow.. The time you ran home from school wanting to break the good news of your good results.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish your photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad at the growing number of friends who deleted their blogs recently.. Congrats. You guys just officially destroyed your pathway back the timeline(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason for blogs. The ability to travel back. Psychologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Lets move on to the next part of this post.Whats 11-1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a classroom, 11-1 = 10&lt;br /&gt;11 apples minus an apple = 10 apples yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a battlefield, 11-1 = 11 ( Modern technology, the number of soldiers in it dosent really matters already yea?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mind of a joker, 11-1 = 1&lt;br /&gt;You have 11. Take away one of the 1s and the answer is 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALright. The main thing im trying to say is coming up. ( Inspiration from some blogs unrelated to what im saying here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a football field. 11 - 1 = Zero.&lt;br /&gt;One for all. All for one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-2089365562942165791?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2089365562942165791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=2089365562942165791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/2089365562942165791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/2089365562942165791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-6417899894796201204</id><published>2009-12-06T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T04:43:33.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its time to part with people you love and cherish, how do you part? By saying a simple "Goodbye"? Yes, theres nothing wrong with goodbye, but it has "no strings attached".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why? Because if you translate goodbye into chinese.. Its "再见". 因为我相信..说了再见就会再见 (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short short post in which I wish to express myself more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-6417899894796201204?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6417899894796201204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=6417899894796201204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6417899894796201204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6417899894796201204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/english-when-its-time-to-part-with.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-8144522232318078467</id><published>2009-12-02T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:49:58.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has been bad. Real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First reason. Homework,performance in school.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that everything that one does will be included in one's final GPA. During the sec sch, homework is almost non-existent, homework does not affect your O lvls result. In poly, every homework is important. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second reason. SOMEONE CUT AWAY ALL THE TREES ALONG THE ROUTE FROM MY HOUSE TO PIONEER MRT STATION. &lt;br /&gt;I am super pissed off because of this. Now I have to walk under the hot sun for 10mins. More ever, it is not environmentally friendly(like I care -.-)  Screw that person who gave the instruction to cut the trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third reason. SOMEONE CONVERTED MY FAVOURITE FIELD INTO A CARPARK. I have been playing football there since primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forth reason. My laptop spoiled. Just before MST. No more practice for autocad is a a good thing. But how the hell am I gonna take the exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it for today. I feel old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-8144522232318078467?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8144522232318078467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=8144522232318078467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8144522232318078467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8144522232318078467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-has-been-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-4098202664081357187</id><published>2009-12-02T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T03:28:27.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To those who feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cFJ3OVgVQvI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cFJ3OVgVQvI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-4098202664081357187?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4098202664081357187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=4098202664081357187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4098202664081357187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4098202664081357187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-those-who-feel-like-giving-up.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-3515597679036971960</id><published>2009-11-25T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T05:45:45.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for a street soccer competition just now with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just let one picture do the talking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/Sw0yZvXULPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/iv0fWi_mydg/s1600/SDC11072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/Sw0yZvXULPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/iv0fWi_mydg/s400/SDC11072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408034145334209778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champions. Although I did not play in the final, I played in the rest of the games and I am happy that I contributed by scoring 4 goals in the process. The top scorer who won the golden boot scored like 6 goals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/Sw0yaAz_WEI/AAAAAAAAAvU/A19BsB6KpS4/s1600/SDC11073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/Sw0yaAz_WEI/AAAAAAAAAvU/A19BsB6KpS4/s400/SDC11073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408034150017882178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 20 Dollars Ion voucher won(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is always unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY GIVE THIS FOR A PRIZE?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/Sw0yaVghxeI/AAAAAAAAAvc/2u6YPiRLYGE/s1600/SDC11074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/Sw0yaVghxeI/AAAAAAAAAvc/2u6YPiRLYGE/s400/SDC11074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408034155573396962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were looking at the nike waterbottles that the rest of the runner ups are getting(Quite weird, the colours all not nice) and when we're discussing on the colour of the waterbottle we want, we realised they had something special installed for us. YEA. THAT WATERBOTTLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; selling it for 10 bucks, anyone wants? Price is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;negotiable&lt;/span&gt;(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-3515597679036971960?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3515597679036971960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=3515597679036971960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3515597679036971960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/3515597679036971960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/went-for-street-soccer-competition-just.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/Sw0yZvXULPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/iv0fWi_mydg/s72-c/SDC11072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-674593710312112216</id><published>2009-11-19T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T06:10:12.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where is my angel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me rephrase this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is my angel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogsong&lt;/span&gt;. Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break from this selfish environment. Ignorance is the theme.. Stupidity is the trend.. I am obviously not clever, but I am not stupid enough to be stupid. I will migrate when I retire. I can't accept this common attitude among this society. I will retreat to somewhere peaceful, somewhere warm. Somewhere I can relax...&lt;br /&gt;With my angel. Fly away from here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights my readers, my friends..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-674593710312112216?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/674593710312112216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=674593710312112216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/674593710312112216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/674593710312112216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-is-my-angel-let-me-rephrase-this.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-1176647885198411557</id><published>2009-11-12T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T03:58:23.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are moments in life when you miss someone so much, you just wanna pick them from your dreams and hug them for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But often, we look so long at the closed door, we don't see the one which has been opened for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for looks, they can deceive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for wealth, they can fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for someone who can make you smile because a smile can make a dark day bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be who you want to be because you have only one life and one chance to do the things you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't go forward until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your life so that in the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't count the years.. Count the memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that that our breath away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, friends who had seen my file would have read this before. The above words is in the front page of my file since I was in primary school! It has always been my moral booster whenever I was down, and I would like to share it with all my readers. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is for living, live it my friends (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-1176647885198411557?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1176647885198411557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=1176647885198411557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1176647885198411557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/1176647885198411557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-are-moments-in-life-when-you-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-2272342067921513162</id><published>2009-11-09T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:09:01.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall take some time off my busy life to blog today (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rains, it pours. All my shoes are functioning well until some time last week. My street soccer boots, field boots and converse sneakers all showed symptoms of a being a crocodile.. So now i need roughly 200 bucks to replace them. Damn! I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; save up for a rainy day for goodness sake.. But I guess i still need to understand the monsoon season..When it rains everyday )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out that my brain function better during the slacking mode. When I slack and do last minute revision, everything will fall nicely in place. BUT when I am in the hardworking mode, I screw everything up. Being stress free does make a difference )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently quite disillusioned with life now.. Everything I do doesn't make much sense, my reasoning ability in life seemed diminished..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose its time to add some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boomz&lt;/span&gt; into my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather forecasting anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tag replies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;finn: lol. YEA. ultra late tag reply haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;goiling: LOL. no la. I think i saw ur link somewhere or smth i think? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xueling: lol thanks thanks. Pass by more often then (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pohkhee: lol pass by more often then (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Olga: lol. I guess it offers u an emotional escape frm ur current timetable? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oPx: haha can la. My school results now is screwed. Its already impossible for me to get all As this sem sia. zzzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sasfinn: HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Olga: lol yea i suppose.. Thanks (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;goiling: lol now ur telling me. haha. Can la. Good luck in ur pw! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sasfinn: lol. ur tag see long le quite scary sia. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;goiling: lol, confirm busier than u! Chionging tutorial everyday )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pohkhee: haha. of cuz its nice la(=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sasfinn: lol dun play play hor. Holy person must thank in a holy way mah. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-2272342067921513162?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2272342067921513162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=2272342067921513162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/2272342067921513162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/2272342067921513162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-shall-take-some-time-off-my-busy-life.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-6236698139828146008</id><published>2009-11-07T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:17:40.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played soccer for 3 hours today. After that when I was alighting from the bus, I felt my leg cramp. Yea, visualise me with my guitar in one hand, and wallet in another as i desperately hopped out of the bus.. THAT requires plently of skill yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not going the way I wished lately. Too tired to elabourate today.Shall post tomorrow (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-6236698139828146008?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6236698139828146008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=6236698139828146008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6236698139828146008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/6236698139828146008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/played-soccer-for-3-hours-today.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-8919097147749114132</id><published>2009-11-02T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T06:59:01.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SP has really good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kind soul picked up my wallet and went searching for me by the picture of my admin card. You have the heart of an angel. It was a pity I did not have the chance to ask for your name to thank u personally again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. May the god you believe in bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-8919097147749114132?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8919097147749114132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=8919097147749114132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8919097147749114132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8919097147749114132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/sp-has-really-good-people.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-8544402140593570550</id><published>2009-11-01T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:10:51.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/Su2ICEY4TTI/AAAAAAAAAu0/836mSSNFn8c/s1600-h/12-am34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/Su2ICEY4TTI/AAAAAAAAAu0/836mSSNFn8c/s400/12-am34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399121097406303538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/Su2IB9bvKSI/AAAAAAAAAus/fmV_kW7LVSs/s1600-h/9-pm37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/Su2IB9bvKSI/AAAAAAAAAus/fmV_kW7LVSs/s400/9-pm37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399121095539239202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's boring so far. The only thing being interesting being my renewed interest in studying. Finally. The feeling to study is back. I want a good future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna work hard during this first half of the sem and enjoy during the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tag replies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEXT POST! im gonna sleep to be able to concentrate more in class tmr !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/Su2ICvrcuwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/c9F_IpQcLUM/s1600-h/1217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/Su2ICvrcuwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/c9F_IpQcLUM/s400/1217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399121109026913026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-8544402140593570550?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8544402140593570550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=8544402140593570550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8544402140593570550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8544402140593570550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/lifes-boring-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/Su2ICEY4TTI/AAAAAAAAAu0/836mSSNFn8c/s72-c/12-am34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-5656867382724493822</id><published>2009-10-25T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:09:17.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really happy that I have lots of friends who love football. Some of them are really really good, and I am lucky I have the chance to play, and learn from them (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football is life, but life is not football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall concentrate further in my studies in an attempt to reach the university I have in mind. My future is in my own hands. My future pay, my future lifestyle, my future home, my future bicycle or car. I need to put aside some for savings and some for my parents too. Alot is at stake and I can't afford to slip up during this crucial period. Luckily, all can be achieved with hard work. I will work hard, I am sure. I would rather laugh last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day. I learned alot about life again, this time from my guitar teacher. He listed out some of the important aspects in life which included family and friends, lover, career, interest and financial status. All of the above mentioned shares a close relation. Whenever a problem surface in a particular aspect, one would almost certainly put their full attention to it-inevitably neglecting the others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the fingers of our hand.&lt;br /&gt;One may feel that an injured finger post no inconveniece. But when it comes to an instance when one needed to grab a pen and write... Its nearly asking for the impossible. Fingers are just like the important aspects of life. You need every single one to be in tip top condition for everything to go on smoothly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best in life, my friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall reply tags in my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-5656867382724493822?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5656867382724493822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=5656867382724493822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5656867382724493822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5656867382724493822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-really-happy-that-i-have-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-4505393510045351627</id><published>2009-10-23T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:36:25.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The most beautiful person I met is not the one with the thickest make up nor the one wearing the most elegant of dresses  , its the one who took the initiative to tuck in the bag(bag was to be caught by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt; door) of the poor fellow who was trying his best to squeeze into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mrt&lt;/span&gt;. Its the one who gave up her seat for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as an angel (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be an emotionally draining one. First of all, I need to reveal my greatest mistake of all time. The appeal that landed me in SP. I gave up the chance to represent a school in the sport I am passionate in, the sport I gave my life to. Add on to the fact that it the easier route to a local University. Damn.BUT.&lt;br /&gt;Let me declare that I will still make it to a local U come graduation. Just beware if you are aiming to go into a course I am gonna be in. U have one less slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very risky tactic, but let this gamble on posting it here spur me on. Rather than just letting my mouth do the talking yea? The fear of embarrassment will definitely be the extra push for me to work even harder throughout the 3 years. Come 2012, congratulate or laugh at me (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE! Its do or die for me now on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-4505393510045351627?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4505393510045351627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=4505393510045351627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4505393510045351627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4505393510045351627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/most-beautiful-person-i-met-is-not-one.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-8973105244903558053</id><published>2009-10-17T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:32:19.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been feeling very outdated recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the impression that mostly girls around my age watch 命中注定我愛你 / Fated to love you this kinda shows.&lt;br /&gt;But just a few days back, I woke up to my parents watching and discussing about it. I nearly slapped myself to make sure I am awake O.O&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO OUT. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is my new timetable. Gone are the days when I'll be released at 12 everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/StiezlGJ67I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Ty5-GJsGIz8/s1600-h/timetable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/StiezlGJ67I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Ty5-GJsGIz8/s400/timetable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393235162744613810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 18 next year, time to work hard for my future (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-8973105244903558053?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8973105244903558053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=8973105244903558053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8973105244903558053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8973105244903558053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-feeling-very-outdated-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/StiezlGJ67I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Ty5-GJsGIz8/s72-c/timetable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-5892293975672467304</id><published>2009-10-12T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:15:54.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, its rare that I am posting about the daily happenings.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everybody for attending just now!&lt;br /&gt;Its not the best organised one in terms of food efficiently, and im sure i can do a better one come another opportunity. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I hope everyone enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to continue. Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/StIORPGvP1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/3vChGw9P4xg/s1600-h/i-believe-in-magic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/StIORPGvP1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/3vChGw9P4xg/s400/i-believe-in-magic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391387393191264082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-5892293975672467304?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5892293975672467304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=5892293975672467304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5892293975672467304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5892293975672467304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-its-rare-that-i-am-posting-about.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/StIORPGvP1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/3vChGw9P4xg/s72-c/i-believe-in-magic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-9170267201929059306</id><published>2009-10-09T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:15:27.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the most desired lifestyles consist of living happily and simply thoughout one's life, without making a single enemy, a single mistake, a single lie..Simple ain't it? If thats the case, show me a real life example. I'll give u a thousand dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why they say simplicity is the best. Because its unachievable. To most people, being happy is the priority in life- which leads us back to the same point- Show me a real life example. Tell me straight in the face that him or her(the someone u are showing me) does not have any regrets at any point of his or her life till date. Impossible isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, after summerising a series of quotes and philosophies..I came up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is simple, but it is difficult to live simply."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, as simple as it sounds: Live life to the fullest from today. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tag replies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;harry: haha, sure. And I'll lend u mine (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jaslyn: hahaha. yea hope so(= I wont forget one laaaa ! hahaha. you dont forget lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kristle: lol, im not emo! LOL, blog only mah. I treat it like something enjoyable to think about such stuff haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Olga: lol, yea, kinda impossible? haha posted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;goiling: lol, i stalk u one eh! hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;weijie: hahaha, yea thanks and pass by soon (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-9170267201929059306?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9170267201929059306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=9170267201929059306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/9170267201929059306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/9170267201929059306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-of-most-desired-lifestyles-consist.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-4144484586236812076</id><published>2009-09-27T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:56:04.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Forgive and forget". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; what they always say. I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered a time during primary school when I was engaging in a conversation with Dad on the Japanese occupation. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; when I flared up upon knowing what they did to my fellow ancestors and countrymen. I was harshly criticising and plotting revenge when my dad smiled at me and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son, we must forgive people for what they did...But we must never forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To forgive is to be gracious and accepts that what's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;done's&lt;/span&gt; done. Theres no point in pursing as it will all lead back to the same point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not forget means keeping everything that's happened in the back of our heads, as a lesson in life.. To learn from the mistakes from before and turn them into our strong points..&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to remember how we're treated..And never , ever take things for granted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the first lesson in life I had. The simplest, yet the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;applicable&lt;/span&gt; one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer is my favourite hobby.&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing for me now is studying.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get into a good university.&lt;br /&gt;I need a degree.&lt;br /&gt;I need a high pay in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I need a nice home.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna drive a nice car in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Comeon yc, study harder come the next semester.&lt;br /&gt;Play hardest! Its already the final years of schooling life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tag replies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;harry: lol, apparently, they dont, and they have some certificates to prove it(=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rq: hahaha. I sell u want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kaitai: yea.. Dont like to play against this type of ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sheena: LOL, thanks for tagging and jiayou (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kelly: hahaha. come here soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Olga: lol. thanks man , it feels nice to have ppl appreciating posts. But posting very tiring lah LOL. Visit soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;zorine: hahaha. thanks man! Its kinda motivating have such tags, visit soon (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-4144484586236812076?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4144484586236812076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=4144484586236812076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4144484586236812076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/4144484586236812076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/forgive-and-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-5171210975802550061</id><published>2009-09-25T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:34:56.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A flower is just like friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/SrulbhoFM8I/AAAAAAAAAuU/3fJ9bwR3Mas/s1600-h/flower-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/SrulbhoFM8I/AAAAAAAAAuU/3fJ9bwR3Mas/s400/flower-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385079671753094082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful flower blooms and wither..&lt;br /&gt;Leaving its petals as mementos..&lt;br /&gt;Bobbing back and forth on the waves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, not a single friendship is everlasting. Even people eventually die, do they?Even the most beautiful flower in the world withers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petals of the withered flower... Just like the legacy and wonders of fallen friendship.. Shall and will, always remain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it bloom once more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-5171210975802550061?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5171210975802550061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=5171210975802550061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5171210975802550061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/5171210975802550061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/flower-is-just-like-friendship.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/SrulbhoFM8I/AAAAAAAAAuU/3fJ9bwR3Mas/s72-c/flower-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-8195987562912670531</id><published>2009-09-18T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:59:40.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As a student of engineering, I have been offered a contract by some organisations lately. The first one's home team, second's the air force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must concede-the money that they offer is freaking tempting. 1k per month while I am still studying in Poly, and 1.2k per semester. Well, I'll be in the school for 36months, which is equals to 36k. 6 semesters = 7.2k&lt;br /&gt;Woah. So after I graduate from the institution, I am already $43 200 rich. OMG. That is before I even work! Super attractive contract. They state that the starting pay for my job is around 2.1k o.o&lt;br /&gt;Damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will not be taking it up though. 3 years in my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; school&lt;/span&gt;, and you still want me to continue working in the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; same&lt;/span&gt; environment? To quote one of my friends:" If take up the offer, can be pope already."&lt;br /&gt;I want university! If i cant make it for NTU or NUS, I'll be content with SIM(most probably).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air force is really really professional. Ever heard that the only ways to frustrate a man is with career,women, and money problems? Damn, they mix them all together in one single contract..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-8195987562912670531?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8195987562912670531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=8195987562912670531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8195987562912670531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/8195987562912670531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-student-of-engineering-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-811151658906987012</id><published>2009-09-16T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:09:13.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since young, I harbour a humble dream of being able to fly. To soar towards the endless horizon. And to ply my trade with the best in the world. It was now then I realised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sad to admit, but this is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/SrDU_Z4rABI/AAAAAAAAAuM/98KLsV58lX0/s1600-h/450px-Seattle-Capitol-Hill-Conifer-Tree-Trunk-3352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/SrDU_Z4rABI/AAAAAAAAAuM/98KLsV58lX0/s400/450px-Seattle-Capitol-Hill-Conifer-Tree-Trunk-3352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382035740453175314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try to reach for the skies..I may inch closer everyday.. But my roots will always be there to anchor me firmly to the ground..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I chanced to look down, realisation's too late. Trees don't shrink. And ever heard of the tallest tree thats struck by lightning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roots represents the family and friends, the society. They are inevitably a burden to you and your dreams. They force you to follow the conventional route in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The height of the tree is relevant to your pride and ambition in the current society. Sadly,the more pride and ambition you have.. The earlier your grave is dug..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127070626979213035-811151658906987012?l=prizedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/811151658906987012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127070626979213035&amp;postID=811151658906987012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/811151658906987012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127070626979213035/posts/default/811151658906987012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prizedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/since-young-i-harbour-humble-dream-of.html' title=''/><author><name>El Beatle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17434781998514513065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BV5MfnGNhAM/SrDU_Z4rABI/AAAAAAAAAuM/98KLsV58lX0/s72-c/450px-Seattle-Capitol-Hill-Conifer-Tree-Trunk-3352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127070626979213035.post-9168362234099079355</id><published>2009-09-13T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T06:42:20.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo. Mood swing. I feel lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt the world crumble without any apparent reason? Yea, the sky just collapsed on me. Nothing's happened, it just happened. I know I'll be alright after a good night's rest. Its been a while since I felt this way. Maybe, I need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya. 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