<?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-1262282831402514979</id><updated>2011-07-16T11:44:38.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelic Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-3384833138854530150</id><published>2010-02-14T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:18:47.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="250" height="180" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid144.photobucket.com/albums/r189/leonardfirst/bleahx/bleahxblog/Bleahx-1.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-3384833138854530150?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/3384833138854530150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=3384833138854530150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3384833138854530150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3384833138854530150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-9102248277000547950</id><published>2009-07-19T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:32:07.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Haha.. updating!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Ytd@P.Ubin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Had a lot of fun at Ubin yesterday! I took the expert route, and I got myself injured -.- Yes, and all my friend said I'm like so hardcore. Cos given the accident that I had, it could easily be fatal and all I had was just merely bruises. Yupx, bruises on my hands, legs and body. But I like the fun, though scary. Ha! First accident:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt; I tried slowing down the bike by using the front brake(WRONG!). So the whole bike skidded and fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt; Second accident: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;I didn't brake while speeding down the slope, bumped onto a tree! ha, that was fun and cool cos I was suppose to fly out of that area but I hugged the tree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt; Yes, I was super lucky. Oh yes, and all of us went off-road. Thank god we have Wei Quan with us! Phew~.. Can't walk properly now&gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY JEREMY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;That was like kinda random but yea.. his birthday is on the 13 july! There are so many people whose birthday is as of that date.. hm. All the best on your final year of study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Thinking: what else to update..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Oh yes! &lt;b&gt;Music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;There's a song did by me, brainer and vanessa. And it sounded damn nice.. until I got bored for listening continuously for weeks. But Vanessa sings well! Even my brother wish to hear her recorded voice. I hope I can do a rehearsal after grouping up that mini-orchestra and get it recorded by the following week. It's titled: For Humanity, For you &amp;amp; For me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Valarie, I'd updated.. haha! kkz.. I miss the bleahx people la.. Hope can meet them out for some fun again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-9102248277000547950?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/9102248277000547950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=9102248277000547950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/9102248277000547950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/9102248277000547950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/07/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-3741215085842067268</id><published>2009-05-23T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:00:58.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, by the command of my dearest darling: Valarie.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, here's the update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bleahx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Miss you guys la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Not been very good these days. F&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;elt I'm never gonna bother about school anymore. Music is what I want.. Lecturer also don't know how to lecture, don't know what they doing. Haiz.. Such a pathetic system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Been very tired with work lately. T&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;o end work every time at 3 or 4 am is quite a torturous thing. haiz.. but it's quite a relaxing place to work. A pub and restaurant by the seaside. What a romantic place seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, and my favorite topic of all! M&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;y composition was said to be rejected by my conductor. Quite shock to hear that after all those compliments. For some reasons which I believe to be very political and I don't wish to know. Thought can help in the tickets sale also that my family and friendssssssss are coming.&lt;/span&gt; R&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;eally want to thank Crystal and Joyce for all their support for being so willingly to be my guest players. Haha, treating Crystal for a choir concert at esplanade as her birthday treat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;eonard may soon be shifting his focus on music to a new band(searching, but guess found already) where he can have the chance to showcase his music to the public. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;urrent position in ngee ann poly band: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Welfare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; How nice it'll be if there's a student conductor post. Guess I'll be craving for it. Really love the art of conducting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;osition maybe applying for if NIE youth were to form: Librian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anything that I didn't update? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-3741215085842067268?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/3741215085842067268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=3741215085842067268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3741215085842067268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3741215085842067268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/05/alright-by-command-of-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-3275157546152401146</id><published>2009-04-04T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:49:36.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The day before YTD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;On the way home, saw this cat that looks rather aggressive. I guess she's(I think it's a she) hungry or what. Stupidly fed her meat, she sniffed a little and rejected it. Later on, someone gave me the idea of feeding her milk. So yes I did, and YES SHE DRANK! haha.. Love this cat so much despite of her attitude. Took picture of it as well:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SdaN9KW_n0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Hl-HZL1_g0s/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SdaN9KW_n0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Hl-HZL1_g0s/s200/DSC00548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320596091677155138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;This is the cat that always sleep just at outside my house main door. I guess she's just too comfortable with our sandals? And also, I'm suspecting that she's pregnant. When I tried to sayang her, she's been trying to scratch me! Well, I hope she won't be eating her own babies if she's really pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Up Next: My Sec school SYF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Certainly, it wasn't their best. The band members possess the silver standard when in music room(comfort zone). But when it comes to the actual competition, the percussion and woodwind did not play very well. I guess they'd tried their best but still have not grab hold of the understanding towards music. They must be able to differentiate between work hard and work smart. For that, they got a bronze. Anyway, here's some images during their morning preparation for the SYF yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SdaRwySIpeI/AAAAAAAAANo/Sm41j2_y12g/s1600-h/DSC00549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SdaRwySIpeI/AAAAAAAAANo/Sm41j2_y12g/s200/DSC00549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320600277102405090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SdaRwsI23gI/AAAAAAAAANg/VgKSrNulSsU/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SdaRwsI23gI/AAAAAAAAANg/VgKSrNulSsU/s200/DSC00550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320600275452878338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SdaRwsCicsI/AAAAAAAAANY/wgQrUdoUbfs/s1600-h/DSC00551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SdaRwsCicsI/AAAAAAAAANY/wgQrUdoUbfs/s200/DSC00551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320600275426374338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Have A Nice Day-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-3275157546152401146?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/3275157546152401146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=3275157546152401146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3275157546152401146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3275157546152401146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-before-ytd-on-way-home-saw-this-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SdaN9KW_n0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Hl-HZL1_g0s/s72-c/DSC00548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-6537352333404109855</id><published>2009-04-02T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:16:41.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My work started at 5pm, it was kinda feeling good working there somehow. Took some pictures of me having my dinner 30 mins before my actual working hours start. They prepared the food in trays and we'll collect it ourselves. As usual, we will always use the dinner plates and so here's it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SdO7BSOB4yI/AAAAAAAAANA/7lfe_cVCuhY/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SdO7BSOB4yI/AAAAAAAAANA/7lfe_cVCuhY/s200/DSC00545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319801215599633186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The food don't look that great but it's still acceptable actually. And you know what? I just love the way they display the white and red wine bottles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SdO8pyzO9OI/AAAAAAAAANI/9xmi9-EI3pE/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SdO8pyzO9OI/AAAAAAAAANI/9xmi9-EI3pE/s200/DSC00546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319803011052008674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Isn't it wonderful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Now it's 3:13 hr. I'll be waking up at 5.30 to meet edward at tanjong pagar for the SYF competition.(Nearly type concert) loL.. Anyway, yar.. hope to get some sleep afterwards.. really tired but I want to watch the SYF also. Kkz, that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Have a Great Day Ahead!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-6537352333404109855?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6537352333404109855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=6537352333404109855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6537352333404109855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6537352333404109855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-my-work-started-at-5pm-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SdO7BSOB4yI/AAAAAAAAANA/7lfe_cVCuhY/s72-c/DSC00545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-2480104078689199933</id><published>2009-03-28T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:56:48.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, it's only 17 days that i didn't update my blog:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I'm no longer giving my free time to bakerzin, but "mid SUMMER nite BREEZE" instead. Really all thanks to someone who kept on passing me newspaper everytime. Than through the classified section found a job there.. it's a restaurent + pub. And guess what? It's only my forth working day and they asked me to learn to be a bartender. It certainly sounded cool but tiring, so many things to take care of. Well, the reason they gave was that I managed to pick up things well and fast. Ha, that sounds good anyway. However, there's quite a lot of politics there. That shouldn't really bother me much anyway. Oh yes, and it's in Pasir Ris Park. Feel free to find me when you're free:P The pub opens from 5pm-2am on sun-thur &amp;amp; 5pm-3am from fri-sat. As for the bakerzin side, I'm still a staff. I'm just having half the mindset of quiting. Hmm.. but that shall see how first. Oh yes, and one thing you must know, customers don't pay service charge in summer-breeze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;China trip to Wuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;For those of you who had heard me saying about the wuhan trip, till now I'm still deciding if I should go. Amos had nearly agreed wanting to go. Not really sure if his answer is a yes or no. If his answer is a yes probably I'll go bah.. But I also had to consider my tuition kid who's having PSLE this year. Reason for that consideration is that the trip is 6 weeks and for not teaching her for 6 weeks her parent will be killing me. If I'm going probably I'll get my sister to replace me for that 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guys, if possible please leave some comment pertaining to this section. Really wonder if I should go. N gals also of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daron's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;On the 20th of March is Daron's birthday. And I'm suppose to give her sister a math tuition. So what happen was, I joined her family in the cake singing session for her birthday after the tuition. And guess what? It was her birthday that day but it wasn't on accidental that I kept speaking to her mum. So she actually text me after I left asking me if "today" was her birthday or her mum's 1. loL, in anw, Daron, please don't feel sad. This year may not be very good but I'm sure there's more good things to come after u've completed your Os. Here are some pictures during Daron's Birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/Sc7ZLfUBwQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/oAaLUsug1VE/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/Sc7ZLfUBwQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/oAaLUsug1VE/s200/DSC00499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318427001378423042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/Sc7ZK5ZyX9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/43Bl1K1aBhU/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/Sc7ZK5ZyX9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/43Bl1K1aBhU/s200/DSC00498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318426991202033618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/Sc7ZKNRdsUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/oXV2GsTjeIY/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/Sc7ZKNRdsUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/oXV2GsTjeIY/s200/DSC00497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318426979355963714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/Sc7ZLfUBwQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/oAaLUsug1VE/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/Sc7ZLfUBwQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/oAaLUsug1VE/s200/DSC00499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318427001378423042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Music Composition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I've finally completed my composition for my upcoming concert in.. July I guess? Anyway, here's the &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/leonardwy/music/4rx3cHIc/leonard-orchnpmp3/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to hear my composition. I'd just let my conductor hear the song in sibelius software and he asked, did you transcribed it or is this your work? loL, I was like.. don't know to feel happy or what&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Please no copy. Tank U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-That's All-&lt;br /&gt;-Have A Nice Day-&lt;br /&gt;-Please tagge b4 exiting-&lt;br /&gt;-:)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-2480104078689199933?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/2480104078689199933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=2480104078689199933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2480104078689199933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2480104078689199933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/03/alright-its-only-17-days-that-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/Sc7ZLfUBwQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/oAaLUsug1VE/s72-c/DSC00499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-3702129619298307422</id><published>2009-03-12T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:32:58.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The day before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Had quite a lot of fun in bt batok today. Ha, went over to my friend's place before band practice commence. Played Snake-Board, the most terrifying toy for me to play and table-tennis. Later on, decided to polish my instrument and that's when the kids, who always gathered around and play, started to get close to me with their sense of curiosity. They came to me with tons of questions regarding this saxophone that I had. So I decided to let them have a try. They're really adorable! Anyway, I love children. A place with so many children are fun to be at! Cool enough, one of them plays the violin and piano. Really happy to see musicians too. Another 1 know how to play guitar. It's really interesting. But it's their innocence which allowed me to enjoy every moment with them. Do not wish to leave them but I have a band practice to attend. So sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;After which, went to sub-way to have my dinner. Thanks for the treat, to that special some1:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SblFC9T9J2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/xSXKdBzXS5A/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SblFC9T9J2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/xSXKdBzXS5A/s200/DSC00427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312353152580527970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SblE0u9YVaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DE1Hch9Wu3E/s1600-h/DSC00428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SblE0u9YVaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DE1Hch9Wu3E/s200/DSC00428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312352908209575330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SblE0cgFxiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R3zFnnhJIAk/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SblE0cgFxiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R3zFnnhJIAk/s200/DSC00429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312352903254885922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SblE0IjrMiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6l0DZG3OjkI/s1600-h/DSC00430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SblE0IjrMiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6l0DZG3OjkI/s200/DSC00430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312352897901212194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SblEzxjiqtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gpH2lXIOcIE/s1600-h/DSC00431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SblEzxjiqtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gpH2lXIOcIE/s200/DSC00431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312352891726637778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SblEz7oDOdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/reZXehvNJO8/s1600-h/DSC00432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SblEz7oDOdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/reZXehvNJO8/s200/DSC00432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312352894429903314" 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/1262282831402514979-3702129619298307422?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/3702129619298307422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=3702129619298307422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3702129619298307422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3702129619298307422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-before.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SblFC9T9J2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/xSXKdBzXS5A/s72-c/DSC00427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-1950405100380370668</id><published>2009-03-12T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:50:21.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to "Rocky Masters" with Shao Jie. Had lunch there. Thereafter, shopped around at Orchard while waiting for  Marcus. Along the way(while waiting), went into this restaurant that specializes in chocolate. Feel free to look for the two chocolate cakes that we'd ordered below. It's heavenly sweet! Due to the long awaiting, both of us decided to get the the ktv first and wait for him there. Yupx, a lot of ugly voices out there but who cares:P Following after went to shop with Marcus and er.. Can't rem much but we ended off at cafe cartel. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w144.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w144.photobucket.com/albums/r189/leonardfirst/his/11 March09/fd81b564.pbw" height="225" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-1950405100380370668?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/1950405100380370668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=1950405100380370668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1950405100380370668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1950405100380370668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-went-to-rocky-masters-with.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-3359093860310082893</id><published>2009-03-10T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:12:43.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yupx, had lunch at wongkok char chan teng with shao jie. I'm not a person always entering chinese restn but exceptional cases whenever out with him:P no offence! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wasn't really in the mood to eat as I browsed images through pages of menu? And when the food came, I will say my impression towards chinese restn changed! Ha, not that it's very nice.. but above average. So here's the too-zoomed-in pics of the food + etc.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w144.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w144.photobucket.com/albums/r189/leonardfirst/his/10%20March09/02e1bc8a.pbw" width="300" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-3359093860310082893?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/3359093860310082893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=3359093860310082893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3359093860310082893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3359093860310082893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/02/lunch-yupx-had-lunch-at-wongkok-char.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-7718606581926101376</id><published>2009-03-09T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:07:26.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Updates about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-For those of you who knows, I pass! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-I found a pianist for my song, Crystal(my ex:P, she's a really good pianist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Had a good time spent with her when I was in NAFA with her. Now still waiting for approval for my song.. zZz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-I need $$ to pay my credit card bills!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-Congrats to my one and only student:P that she managed to pass her maths. Ha, felt so happy for her and indeed it's a great improvement! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-not trying to claim credit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-Neglected my studies last sem, not going to do so again. I know I'm wrong(cry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cry&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-In the process of reviving me and my siblings business. Alot of "business"-trips to be done this year. Should be able to start by 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Dinner in 天乐里 and swensen. Hm, here's the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w144.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w144.photobucket.com/albums/r189/leonardfirst/his/9%20March09/aa4b72d1.pbw" width="300" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c7Cp4pUR5rg&amp;hl=en&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/c7Cp4pUR5rg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="225"&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/1262282831402514979-7718606581926101376?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/7718606581926101376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=7718606581926101376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7718606581926101376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7718606581926101376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates-about-me-for-those-of-you-who.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-6747244969157227442</id><published>2009-02-12T06:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:29:39.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, this is so damn funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s226.photobucket.com/albums/dd239/muniraj/?action=view&amp;amp;current=monkey.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd239/muniraj/monkey.gif" alt="monkey" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAha.. Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-6747244969157227442?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6747244969157227442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=6747244969157227442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6747244969157227442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6747244969157227442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-this-is-so-damn-funny-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-4074631519014650146</id><published>2009-02-09T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:44:56.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha, welcome back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me give the shortest possible review about my birthday possible. Actually, it's on the eve of my birthday and yaR.. today is my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Made a trip down to expo early in the morning when the birds began to chirp. And yes, I was literally woke up by a bird chirping. It was extremely annoying! But the chirping sound is quite sweet and THANKS to that bird that I got exactly 7 hours of sleep. Yes, and why do I want to get down to expo? Cos I saw a shoe that I like a lot and on top of it it's "Nike Sales"! Well, I'm not quite fond of Nike but one of the shoe design which I saw. It's remarkable, that's why I'm unable to get it-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I actually went back 'today' because yesterday that sales person told me the stock is going to come today. Despite being the first row queue of customers today, I still can't get that shoe. What's worst is that today is the last day of sales. Well, not too bad. At least that's not the nicest shoe ever, just that I'm trying to give myself a budget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes, and for the first time I guess? I'm so much earlier than Daron. Had to wait for her, all the while she's been waiting for me I guess? For not being able to buy a pair of shoe, I phoned her again telling her about my situation and decided to change a new meet up location. Ha, she was pissed for what reason I'm not too sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The interesting part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What happened next was that I told her that I'd to go back home to get my laptop for Val. Along the way, she called me up asking where am I(notice her motive?) haha, at that point of time she said she just reached Whitesand. And she told me she'll be going to Library to get some books while waiting for me. BUT, what exactly happen was, after retrieving my laptop, I made my way down the stairs. Meanwhile, she started moving up after sighting my trip-and-fall skills as I rushed down the stairs. I didn't fall, obviously. It's a skill, loL. She went up to my house and left a.. present on my desk. Guess for yourself what the present is.. loL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And of course, for her to do that, I'll certainly reach Whitesand earlier. After I'd alighted from the bus walking towards Whitesand, phoned her. She said she went back to school to pass her friends stuff, and she claimed that because she waited for me for so long and since she met her friend along the way she decided to pass her friend stuff. Are you puzzled? Ha, I was puzzled by that excuse that she made but a brilliant movement she's made. I was wondering, you didn't even bring anything down that's meant for passing to your friend since you'll be out the whole day, where did you get the stuff from? Certainly, I thought something is wrong but yea, I'll just say, ok.. I'm at Whitesand already. Let's see what happen next:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So sorry that this picture was taken what happened before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-0becCNwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9vt7JFSgh1w/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-0becCNwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9vt7JFSgh1w/s200/DSC00218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300653670558480130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And this was what happen after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-0bfd7QlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MS_Km7xbcng/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-0bfd7QlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MS_Km7xbcng/s200/DSC00220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300653670834848338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-0bnbHDII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YBJ746srOk4/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-0bnbHDII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YBJ746srOk4/s200/DSC00221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300653672970521730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-0b10sRRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EEE0MPDVYps/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-0b10sRRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EEE0MPDVYps/s200/DSC00222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300653676835915026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-0b9zZi8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/QCOF6L2kpZ0/s1600-h/DSC00223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-0b9zZi8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/QCOF6L2kpZ0/s200/DSC00223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300653678977977282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-1mNvAuKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Q_WjSKfZ8Ew/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-1mNvAuKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Q_WjSKfZ8Ew/s200/DSC00224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300654954564860066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;We lunched in VIVO! Yes, and this whole day was spent at my favorite place: VIVO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;And during the lunch was when I knew that incident mentioned above. She gave me another present during the lunch as well. Ha, so many gifts from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Than, the both of us went to our favourite shop PCC! Hm, 'our' include Valarie also, just that she haven't reached yet. Haha. At first, me and Daron were having a hard time yielding for seats. So both of us were sort of squeezing at one corner and that's her in her comfort-.- haha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-3JWlVrFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ddAkD-iGQYw/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-3JWlVrFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ddAkD-iGQYw/s200/DSC00228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300656657747258450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Later on, Glenn joined in the squeeze, and so comes Val. Ha, we obviously didn't have enough seats so we accidentally squeezed into other people's territory. But well, nothing was said, so just stay where we were. If only the customer sitting at the table abreast leave, we'll have enough seats for people that come later as well. Ha, ok, I'm suppose to keep it short. Er, yes, we found a seat that kept ourselves warm. It's omg warm! Not the seat beside but another seat where you can lie down like a buddha. The sofa is great, but not the temperature during day time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Soon after, 全部人都到起了. And this is what happens:&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-5xLTLpuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xee3Yx9SzvU/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-5xLTLpuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xee3Yx9SzvU/s200/DSC00230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300659540936337122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-5xinDOlI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Nwiz44tLy5g/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-5xinDOlI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Nwiz44tLy5g/s200/DSC00233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300659547193686610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-5x3QWCqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yhjhssqo2e4/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-5x3QWCqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yhjhssqo2e4/s200/DSC00234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300659552735595170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-5yCaPvZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OqM2uOHp2V4/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-5yCaPvZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OqM2uOHp2V4/s200/DSC00235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300659555729915282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-6_5Da0KI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VA92qzqby-s/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-6_5Da0KI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VA92qzqby-s/s200/DSC00236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300660893248049314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-6_rpIJuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rnz8GrPZIq0/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-6_rpIJuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rnz8GrPZIq0/s200/DSC00237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300660889648113378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-6_ouOZkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4vbKTZJ9oGY/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-6_ouOZkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4vbKTZJ9oGY/s200/DSC00238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300660888864187970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-6_ds-wSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9zafe518-8M/s1600-h/DSC00239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-6_ds-wSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9zafe518-8M/s200/DSC00239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300660885906178338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-6_ep1FsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_uMWHicWVoU/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-6_ep1FsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_uMWHicWVoU/s200/DSC00240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300660886161397442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-8AEA6gwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/b47LN0unkJg/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-8AEA6gwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/b47LN0unkJg/s200/DSC00241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300661995701961474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-7_08BOkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pCX6F7OwCdQ/s1600-h/DSC00242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-7_08BOkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pCX6F7OwCdQ/s200/DSC00242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300661991654898242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-7_hwyX6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/BObqA92zNmE/s1600-h/DSC00243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-7_hwyX6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/BObqA92zNmE/s200/DSC00243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300661986507513762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-7_VHqrpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/j6YMfXI2DoQ/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-7_VHqrpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/j6YMfXI2DoQ/s200/DSC00245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300661983113817746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-7_dNJ9JI/AAAAAAAAAII/vHy9OG6A5Wg/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-7_dNJ9JI/AAAAAAAAAII/vHy9OG6A5Wg/s200/DSC00246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300661985284322450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-8ZLHTr_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/dGpL3xRPUo4/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-8ZLHTr_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/dGpL3xRPUo4/s200/DSC00247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300662427104554994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Than, I said I wanted to go toilet. It's the truth, but just that I didn't complete my sentence. After toileting, I went to collect Val, Dar, and (Jeremy+his girlfriend[don't know how to spell but I still remember the pronunciation!)'s valentine day gift:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-9TPDdqSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NGK_7bkq9J0/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-9TPDdqSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NGK_7bkq9J0/s200/DSC00248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300663424594585890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-9Sz2qp1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/A_XzCnnW6jU/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-9Sz2qp1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/A_XzCnnW6jU/s200/DSC00249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300663417293154130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And than, it resumes in Secret Recipe + mrt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY--TmhfnCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ekpKGmfoWUM/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY--TmhfnCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ekpKGmfoWUM/s200/DSC00250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300664530406186018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY--Tr5ThyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/X-exOHDaKo0/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY--Tr5ThyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/X-exOHDaKo0/s200/DSC00251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300664531848234786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY--TUHTKnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/puo_Nif_eOM/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY--TUHTKnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/puo_Nif_eOM/s200/DSC00252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300664525464480370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY--TTudAbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dX8V586jDDQ/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY--TTudAbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dX8V586jDDQ/s200/DSC00253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300664525360267698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY--TI7uIrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/boWyHTeCung/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY--TI7uIrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/boWyHTeCung/s200/DSC00254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300664522463126194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reached home pretty late but we had.. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-_vbGnwYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bmWloLz_DPo/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-_vbGnwYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bmWloLz_DPo/s200/DSC00255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300666107888648578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-_vfJhnII/AAAAAAAAAKI/d6nmq0XRwyU/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY_As0pAusI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jbXdllPFEd4/s200/DSC00269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300667162715798210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY_BfoGps9I/AAAAAAAAALY/QQUD9GhnyMs/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY_BfoGps9I/AAAAAAAAALY/QQUD9GhnyMs/s200/DSC00270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300668035523785682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY_BfSwkRZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CaGSsNZnCYY/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY_BfSwkRZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CaGSsNZnCYY/s200/DSC00271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300668029794010514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY_BfRwQvDI/AAAAAAAAALI/3hUm1bF_7cs/s1600-h/DSC00272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY_BfRwQvDI/AAAAAAAAALI/3hUm1bF_7cs/s200/DSC00272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300668029524294706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY_BfJ_Y0LI/AAAAAAAAALA/noA1TkS27nk/s1600-h/DSC00272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY_BfJ_Y0LI/AAAAAAAAALA/noA1TkS27nk/s200/DSC00272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300668027440255154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yupx, that's all and thanks for reading watching attending  gifting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Really like it all. Hope you have an enjoyable day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-4074631519014650146?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/4074631519014650146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=4074631519014650146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4074631519014650146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4074631519014650146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-welcome-back-let-me-give-shortest.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SY-0becCNwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9vt7JFSgh1w/s72-c/DSC00218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-6723965149530572005</id><published>2009-02-07T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:43:23.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Morning Sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;As the dazzling sun shone brightly on this Greenish-Grey car that I always use for my driving lesson, it just show how horrendous had the whether became. Thank god nowadays modern vehicles came with built-in air condition to ease the sufferings under sun. As I'd neglected lesson for a week(not on purpose, driving instructor went for holiday), my skills had gone rust. Can't drive as well, but I think my parking had improved very much! Ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Before I got on the car, my instructor bought a cup of tea from the nearby coffee shop and place it in the car. I was like, o.0! Damn, I'm so afraid that the motion of the vehicles would cause the tea to spill out! Had a few unintended jerk and she finally took a few sip to lower down my stress. And fyi, the tea that she brought in to the car isn't prepared for "take away", it's for "having here". It's cup! Nothing much for the driving thereafter. Except that as the lesson was about to end, I had a sudden urge to go toilet. I could no longer bear with the impatient bladder at that moment. Ha, told my instructor and I guess you'll be surprise by what she said. She knew that I was really very urgent. Initially, she allowed me to stop at nearby even though there's double yellow line. But because there's a driver under practical test driving behind me, by doing so she'll be violating the rules and will get herself into trouble as practical test is always tested by a traffic police. So she actually said this to me: "这样就要看你的performance了."And what she meant by performance was that try to bear with it first. A minute later she said, speed all you can first, don't worry "I'm" around. Certainly, I was speeding like mad, trying to me cautious of what's around me as well of course. She lead me the way back to the original place where we always had our driving lesson started. In which, that also the nearest place where there's toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noon??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I bought a new shoe! It's from Expo Nike Sale. Cool isn't it? But it's still quite ex. Cost me 70 bucks! In anyway, I should say FINALLY I got a shoe to replace the one with the sole about to peel off. And tomorrow I'm buying another one I guess:P One for running and one for normal outings. Cos initially mum scolded me for using 1 pair of shoe for 2 applications. She said I should have 1 shoe for each. And yea! I finally managed to save enough money to buy myself a pair and another tomorrow if there's still stock. The stock finish really fast! The sales start at 1000am And I reached there at 11+, I saw a shoe that I like and all the sizes got sold out except for size 8 and 14. I was like,"SO FAST?!". That means I got to be extra early tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I didn't have sufficent sleep before the morning wake, so now got to catch some sleep while the time(stock) last.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day!&lt;br /&gt;NiteXxx.. er.. no.. Noon!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-6723965149530572005?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6723965149530572005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=6723965149530572005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6723965149530572005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6723965149530572005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/02/morning-sunrise-as-dazzling-sun-shone.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-5373509782968711714</id><published>2009-01-29T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:56:25.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All right, sumBODYs complaining about me not updating that often. Ha, I'll try to update as often larhx.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After CATS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Went to Japanese restaurant with Jian Hao. Since picture shows a million words, here's the million words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHAclBoUNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/P6B6hB1YEnE/s1600-h/DSC00204%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHAclBoUNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/P6B6hB1YEnE/s200/DSC00204%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296726233972232402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lunch.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHAc4jEEvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/PKjOYti4ZFg/s1600-h/DSC00205%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHAc4jEEvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/PKjOYti4ZFg/s200/DSC00205%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296726239212737266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Our free-flow green tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHAdI1G-1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/PZ29Q9S69qE/s1600-h/DSC00206%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHAdI1G-1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/PZ29Q9S69qE/s200/DSC00206%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296726243583392594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A free treat given to us by the shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHAdbPIcXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UlzjzA96hjs/s1600-h/DSC00207%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHAdbPIcXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UlzjzA96hjs/s200/DSC00207%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296726248524378482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jian Hao said my style of makan-in orange very weird. So yea, he took pic of me eating orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHAdtKRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aRVes8iC_sM/s1600-h/DSC00208%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHAdtKRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aRVes8iC_sM/s200/DSC00208%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296726253335814146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We were all so amazed by the size of this gigantic crab. So pictures were taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHB4Xlt0qI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sgAfafQBBrA/s1600-h/DSC00209%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHB4Xlt0qI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sgAfafQBBrA/s200/DSC00209%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296727810913456802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHB45B5QeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/t500WdZU3Sg/s1600-h/DSC00210%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHB45B5QeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/t500WdZU3Sg/s200/DSC00210%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296727819890016738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHB5vBuslI/AAAAAAAAAF4/apzvjzV_WnY/s1600-h/DSC00213%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHB5vBuslI/AAAAAAAAAF4/apzvjzV_WnY/s200/DSC00213%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296727834384839250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHB5Z_eg3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/krwd2MsFptw/s1600-h/DSC00212%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHB5Z_eg3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/krwd2MsFptw/s200/DSC00212%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296727828738245490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHB5Nvvw_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dUy6js3cEoE/s1600-h/DSC00211%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHB5Nvvw_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dUy6js3cEoE/s200/DSC00211%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296727825451041778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After staying the whole afternoon in Jurong Point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with the advisor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The meeting is really short. Well, nothing much was being discussed. Than we went back to clubhouse to get everything settled as much as possible. Of course work are never ending. But I was having this urge to ask them about my songs since it's going to be played in PnC. I guess? haha, hopefully it'll be approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;That's all, hope you'll have an enjoyable day!&lt;/span&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/1262282831402514979-5373509782968711714?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/5373509782968711714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=5373509782968711714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5373509782968711714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5373509782968711714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-right-sumbodys-complaining-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SYHAclBoUNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/P6B6hB1YEnE/s72-c/DSC00204%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-3840876191893761012</id><published>2009-01-27T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:11:20.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CNY Celebration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w144.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w144.photobucket.com/albums/r189/leonardfirst/cny09/3d5fdd74.pbw" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;CNY celebration1!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w144.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w144.photobucket.com/albums/r189/leonardfirst/cny09/713b7cf4.pbw" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;CNY celebration2!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I forgot what I wanted to blog but anyway, the videos above are images of my celebration-CNY. It's crazy but quite sian-ful cos I've got test tomorrow and assignments that have yet to complete. Anyways, this three days had quite a couple of fun even during moments that seem rather boring. Enjoyed my time with my relatives, of course, as well as time spent with Daron Valarie. Jeremy, we understand ur circumstances. loL. Do look out for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;little 'sumo' cousin&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-3840876191893761012?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/3840876191893761012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=3840876191893761012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3840876191893761012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3840876191893761012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-celebration-cny-celebration1-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-6437965502306601718</id><published>2009-01-23T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:34:10.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SXqwBA9mreI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2RDLT3pgktc/s1600-h/DSC00090%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SXqwBA9mreI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2RDLT3pgktc/s200/DSC00090%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294737843412184546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;HA, I did that with my mum. It's at just right below the display glass wall.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing isn't it? Ha, 90% my work ehx.. :P&lt;br /&gt;Spent about an hour or two doing that. Hm.. Oh yes, Daron actually ask if she can come and "拜年" during 初二. Well, I'm not too sure if she's kidding or not. But I'd asked my mum she said it'll be good if they come on the day when celebrating my birthday(8 feb).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;On my BIRTH ANNIVERSARY celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm still thinking of how many people to invite. Cos I don't wish the same incident like last year to happen. Last year invited quite a number of people who didn't have much responsibility such that some called me up on the day telling me that they can't make it. Well, I'm not exactly close to them so maybe that's the reason. Mum suggested to me that I should call only those who are close to me this year. Well, of course that include my bleahx people. Exceptional people whom I trust but yet not that close will be Glenn, Edward, etc. Can't remember:P I'm glad that at at least 4 people had confirmed. I don't think I'll mind inviting less people. Last year almost ordered pizza due to the number of unconfirm list of friends. Through that experience kinda learned that for those who're unconfirm will not take into account of their food count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I thought that it'll be easier if there's anyone who can celebrate with me, let me know that they can confirm. Hm.. how nice it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Visitors&lt;/span&gt; to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I will want to thank you for visiting. But kindly tag the board and not tell me via phone, etc, that you'd seen my blog. I guess that's a better way of telling me that you'd read it. Ha, seriously thanks alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Have a WONDERFUL &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-6437965502306601718?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6437965502306601718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=6437965502306601718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6437965502306601718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6437965502306601718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-moo-year-ha-i-did-that-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SXqwBA9mreI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2RDLT3pgktc/s72-c/DSC00090%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-3807112452065556529</id><published>2009-01-22T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:25:09.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;While watching MAMAMIA this afternoon(so as to clear my boredom), I received a phone from Arwinder! Ha! He's finally back from Australia. And guess what?! He got his driving license at the age of 16! It's like.. OMG? Lor! Had a little ride in his car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SXhzVXSmQwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/R2VMqlCmYZY/s1600-h/DSC00089%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SXhzVXSmQwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/R2VMqlCmYZY/s200/DSC00089%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294108172840485634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;It's really wonderful. Wanted to thank him for walking that extra mile to find me before meeting his friend and that ride, but was too shock to see him. Hm.. Invited him to my birthday celebration of course. Hopefully he can make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Oh yes, another thing before I end this portion. He raced in Australia and almost had 3 police cars chasing after him. That's really cool.. ha... to a small ext.. no.. certain extent:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Valarie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You have not reply me for the celebration. Daron and Jeremy said they're free for that day le. So silent means consent ah;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;To all those attending my mini party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Dinner will certainly be provided. Should there be anyone who can stayovernight in my house you're more than welcome! Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-3807112452065556529?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/3807112452065556529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=3807112452065556529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3807112452065556529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3807112452065556529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/01/amazing-while-watching-mamamia-this.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SXhzVXSmQwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/R2VMqlCmYZY/s72-c/DSC00089%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-3254142838017870781</id><published>2009-01-19T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:02:05.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Hi All!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My apology/ies for not updating. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Well guess what's next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s144.photobucket.com/albums/r189/leonardfirst/his/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mybirthday.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r189/leonardfirst/his/mybirthday.png" alt="my birthday" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nothing much but a small invitation to my birthday mini party*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It won't be celebrated on a 9 feb but 8 feb instead cos 9 feb falls on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The following people are specially invited and hope that they'll make it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Glenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Valarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Daron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hm.. anyone that I didn't remember will you on to the list later;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and also anyone who can attend do let me know:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I guess I'll be skipping school on Monday. Well, I wish to but have to depend on certain matters which I'd yet to consider. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Alright, that's all for the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Time to rush for school!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;C yaz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-3254142838017870781?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/3254142838017870781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=3254142838017870781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3254142838017870781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3254142838017870781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-all-my-apologyies-for-not-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r189/leonardfirst/his/th_mybirthday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-8583297350127485803</id><published>2008-12-28T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:45:39.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngee Ann Polytechnic Concert Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Rondeau XXIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;7pm 11th Jan(Sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;$10 S'pore Conference Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Get tics from me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-8583297350127485803?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/8583297350127485803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=8583297350127485803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/8583297350127485803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/8583297350127485803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/12/ngee-ann-polytechnic-concert-band.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-4576760292288922737</id><published>2008-12-25T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T08:19:20.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just a simple picture slideshow for what I'd done today cos I've got not much time left to type out in words. Crazy day for me tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w144.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w144.photobucket.com/albums/r189/leonardfirst/xmas08/0682a4b2.pbw" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-4576760292288922737?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/4576760292288922737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=4576760292288922737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4576760292288922737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4576760292288922737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-simple-picture-slideshow-for-what.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-2546359068455822851</id><published>2008-12-23T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:23:30.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://download.makeinflash.com/cd_newyear_v1.swf?id=mnwGcj1G-uGE7zMB6uMi6uMi4JNHD1cLR8vY7zMH7G0h7y-F-9c0Q8DLD0NgRjYEP9HHRjigDh" quality="high" name="cd_newyear_v1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="id=mnwGcj1G-uGE7zMB6uMi6uMi4JNHD1cLR8vY7zMH7G0h7y-F-9c0Q8DLD0NgRjYEP9HHRjigDh" align="" width="300" height="100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Guess this countdown's for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-2546359068455822851?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/2546359068455822851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=2546359068455822851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2546359068455822851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2546359068455822851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/12/guess-this-countdowns-for.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-5738957840059047522</id><published>2008-12-23T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:18:52.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm still sleeping.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Went to meet Daron, Jeremy and Valarie. It's a whole afternoon event. Words are hard to describe what exactly happen. So here's the images and videos! Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU_RnxbD6nI/AAAAAAAAADY/kzkWmFi_PAA/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU_RnxbD6nI/AAAAAAAAADY/kzkWmFi_PAA/s200/DSC00038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282671369140824690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU_NgS1GrdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V88bXyHIOj8/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU_NgS1GrdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V88bXyHIOj8/s200/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282666842622963154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU_Nf_cxyWI/AAAAAAAAADI/90jTN2ktg_M/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU_Nf_cxyWI/AAAAAAAAADI/90jTN2ktg_M/s200/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282666837420656994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU_Nfl3wPbI/AAAAAAAAADA/skwMjWJzAf0/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU_Nfl3wPbI/AAAAAAAAADA/skwMjWJzAf0/s200/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282666830554480050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU_NfWdnt8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/xsHq59Jpe4I/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU_NfWdnt8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/xsHq59Jpe4I/s200/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282666826418337730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU_Ne2BvBsI/AAAAAAAAACw/OemwpmKDnrQ/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU_Ne2BvBsI/AAAAAAAAACw/OemwpmKDnrQ/s200/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" 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Yupx, came home and saw this video and thought that it's really amazing! I really wonder how these people made it. Have fun and enjoy your day! Merry Xmas in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_KG2gBnLTc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/v_KG2gBnLTc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&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/1262282831402514979-5738957840059047522?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/5738957840059047522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=5738957840059047522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5738957840059047522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5738957840059047522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/12/morning-im-still-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU_RnxbD6nI/AAAAAAAAADY/kzkWmFi_PAA/s72-c/DSC00038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-6347514395432702021</id><published>2008-12-22T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:51:41.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This images had been uploaded as requested;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photographer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VAlarie ONg &amp;amp; LEonard TEo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photos about:&lt;/span&gt; Valarie on her way to Leonard mum's shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU5yGQJ64gI/AAAAAAAAACA/zGJ9VIrbqWM/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU5yGQJ64gI/AAAAAAAAACA/zGJ9VIrbqWM/s200/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282284864693527042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Journey there.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU5yF3ZcVuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ujJuhrRd9ls/s1600-h/DSC00014_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU5yF3ZcVuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ujJuhrRd9ls/s200/DSC00014_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282284858047747810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Journey Back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU5yFcDhlmI/AAAAAAAAABw/u0qAPpkFBYE/s1600-h/DSC00013_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU5yFcDhlmI/AAAAAAAAABw/u0qAPpkFBYE/s200/DSC00013_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282284850708059746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Journey There.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU5yE5EyHVI/AAAAAAAAABo/-2n4xX5z3oA/s1600-h/DSC00015_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU5yE5EyHVI/AAAAAAAAABo/-2n4xX5z3oA/s200/DSC00015_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282284841318096210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The satisfaction she received.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;She did her one full set of manicure and pedicure at a price of 25 bucks. And the standard that my mum and her assistance gave were certainly above average. Anybody who wish to try do let me know:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;It's a great deal and satisfaction guaranteed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Anyway, thanks Val for the support!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-6347514395432702021?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6347514395432702021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=6347514395432702021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6347514395432702021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6347514395432702021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-images-had-been-uploaded-as.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SU5yGQJ64gI/AAAAAAAAACA/zGJ9VIrbqWM/s72-c/DSC00012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-1575900295277642843</id><published>2008-12-21T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:20:33.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;LET'S WATCH &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;AMERICAN PIE 2&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Even though it's quite an old movie.. haha! I was captivated by the trailer I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-1575900295277642843?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/1575900295277642843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=1575900295277642843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1575900295277642843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1575900295277642843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-watch-american-pie-2-even-though.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-6261606043494253441</id><published>2008-12-19T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:56:33.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fdlsj8D1mH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fdlsj8D1mH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What's the feeling of sad, yet happy? Love, yet comes the sorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;What's the meaning of passing time like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;What's so great? About you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-6261606043494253441?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6261606043494253441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=6261606043494253441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6261606043494253441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6261606043494253441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-feeling-of-sad-yet-happy-love-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-1698967132954676275</id><published>2008-12-17T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:40:48.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;7 D&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Went out with Taufiq. Initially wanted to go and find Jia Hui at her working place for fun. But later on then we found out that she's working in office, so I doubt we'll be able to see her. Later, on the way to Esplanade Library, taufiq managed his best to ask me to attend tampinees JC band concert(dated today), and so did he agreed to attend the 27 dec NIE main band concert! Haha.. Oh yes, and all thanks to him that I can borrow the 3 books of alto sax score! Haha, you need to be a premier member to borrow scores and Cd. And to be a premier member you need to pay 21 bucks per year. But it's quite worthy. 21 bucks is a really good price to pay for borrowing all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ha, after which, we went to the roof top. The sighting over there is fantastic and amazing! Very suitable for lovers and friends to gather I thought! Ha, and FIQZ! i'M NOT SUA KU! It's just that I didn't know the roof is accessible to the public! loL.. Yes, taufiq actually brought his camera! I was quite shock to have notice that. loL, didn't expect him to bring. Took a few shots and I suppose he'd forgotten to send me yesterday night. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This 2 videos below are quite touching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u'll enjoy it;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="283" height="229"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WIk7A-mTZZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WIk7A-mTZZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="283" height="229"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please watch the above video before proceeding to the one below. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="283" height="229"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HxIdPC1SZUU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HxIdPC1SZUU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="283" height="229"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&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/1262282831402514979-1698967132954676275?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/1698967132954676275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=1698967132954676275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1698967132954676275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1698967132954676275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/12/f-o-r-1-7-n-o-v-e-m-b-e-r-went-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-4470824460106387493</id><published>2008-12-15T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:27:36.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm still sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some Singtel service person came to my house to install the mioTV cable, etc. He reached my house on the dot 1200! Later on, discovered by my brother that he was from ACJC(I think, some good school which I can't really remember). He got retrenched recently and he came to this job. Freelance installer. His previous job was some engineering work. Married, had kids. Can't tell actually by his look. And he's really serious about his job. Really quite pity him, the current amount that he's earning I don't think it's able to support his family.&lt;br /&gt;Following after, I rushed off for my driving lesson. I thought I drove quite well today:P But I still can't get the habit of checking the blind spot. I'm so afraid to turn my head as my worry is that if I turn my head my steering wheel will follow. And because this isn't my car, yet I'm the one using it so I thought I should take extra care. But she kept nagging: " 你一直不敢看盲点啊!"&lt;br /&gt;Straight after driving went off to meet a friend, she had given a very.. a comment lar: "&lt;in&gt; What happen to your face? I thought your face quite smooth one." Ha, don't know if that's a compliment or a.. remark made? haha, it's certainly a remark. loL.&lt;br /&gt;Came home. And then, evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I rushed my dinner, shower and everything I had to do before setting off for NP band. I'm so glad my tonality was more or less still there. As usual, I was late for band. I had initially practiced first alto scores, but due to some additional instrument to be played by my seniors, I had to sight read second alto scores. But I guess the sight read was moderately fine. Could still play except at certain point wasn't on beat( too many notes scaling up and down caused me to loss sense of tempo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's on for me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Greenview Symphony band. Discussion for setting up Alumni band. I really don't know what to do, I'm starting to loss confidence in setting up. Well, that was because I'm too bothered by the negative remarks given at times. I hope I can get enough support to set up. Brainer, Mr Seong, Ms Yip and I should be in for the discussion tomorrow. I had actually sent out a text message to Ms Yip's mobile but she didn't reply asking her if she's free, so I guess silent means consent? Hope everything will be fine, really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad enough, fiqz finally agreed to go esplanade tomorrow. As I can't wait to see what interesting things can any musician do other than browsing for instruments. He said he wanted to borrow score initially. But not for tomorrow. Shall check with him the reason soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupx, a brief summary of what's gona happen tomorrow. At least I have a clearer mindset of what I'm going to do now that I'd jot most of "to-do" stuff for tomorrow. Or rather later:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope You'd Enjoyed Your Time Here Too!&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-4470824460106387493?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/4470824460106387493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=4470824460106387493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4470824460106387493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4470824460106387493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-427941376020370683</id><published>2008-12-10T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:13:50.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anybody who found this song before me: "Cause I believe" by 羅志祥, I owe you a favour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-427941376020370683?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/427941376020370683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=427941376020370683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/427941376020370683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/427941376020370683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/12/anybody-who-found-this-song-before-me.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-5840290112385270356</id><published>2008-12-06T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:55:41.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Exams are around the corner and what am I doing? Playing games, watching show, and any other things but not study. I guess I'm getting complacent due to previous semester score. I don't know how to get the momentum back. Well, let me try to do somethings tomorrow. I hope it won't be too late to start tomorrow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Spore is a game which I saw a lot of my classmates played. During lesson time I watched them play and thought that it's an interesting game. I requested to have a copy in my lappy and later found out that it's quite a boring game for me. Easy victory to the last stage: space. But it's a good game to kill time I guess? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I shall say, without thinking about that problematic issue concerning the previous 2 posts, I had a very normal and boring time led. Initially wanted to go to simei with bro to compete with other people on running. But all out of laziness, we forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much actually, low profile that's all that I want to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1262282831402514979-5840290112385270356?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/5840290112385270356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=5840290112385270356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5840290112385270356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5840290112385270356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-x-m-s-exams-are-around-corner-and.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-9066057265487851505</id><published>2008-12-05T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:12:10.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog Tagboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd unlock it already, as I don't see a point in defending myself for a minor issue. Thanks for the concern given as to why I lock it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-9066057265487851505?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/9066057265487851505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=9066057265487851505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/9066057265487851505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/9066057265487851505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-tagboard-ive-unlock-it-already-as.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-1859893222987458354</id><published>2008-12-04T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:53:46.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies &amp;amp; Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;My apology for having ban the usage of my blog's tagboard as well as other means of communication through my blog. However, because certain uninvited guest was being tracked to have entered more than once, I've to keep every comment in low profile. However, everything should be back to normal one week as of this date 2359.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the kind understanding of yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-1859893222987458354?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/1859893222987458354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=1859893222987458354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1859893222987458354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1859893222987458354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/12/ladies-gentlemen-my-apology-for-having.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-8746900147070953462</id><published>2008-11-29T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:48:06.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/STFUGXV7PqI/AAAAAAAAABg/rIENpmgIzb4/s1600-h/W595_product_quality_image_2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/STFUGXV7PqI/AAAAAAAAABg/rIENpmgIzb4/s200/W595_product_quality_image_2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274089106949488290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, this is my new buddy from now on. This modal is W595. This modal was only introduce to Singapore 2 months ago. Isn't it cool? Well, design wise was moderately fine I thought. However, I'm not happy with the GB memory card given. 2GB. I believe I need a much more bigger secondary storage for songs! Now the sad thing is, mum say need to let it charge first. And she warned me umpteen times not to on. Let it charge for 8-10 hours. That means, I can only start to explore my new phone tomorrow! Alright, that's all for the moment. Since this is already my second post for today:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-8746900147070953462?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/8746900147070953462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=8746900147070953462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/8746900147070953462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/8746900147070953462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/11/phone-yes-this-is-my-new-buddy-from-now.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/STFUGXV7PqI/AAAAAAAAABg/rIENpmgIzb4/s72-c/W595_product_quality_image_2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-5889850533250418733</id><published>2008-11-28T20:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:32:04.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi Guyz!&lt;br /&gt;  Thanks for all the taggys!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It was Ngee Ann Polytechnic's SOE(School Of Engineer) Xmas party celebration! It's in the lecture theater. It was a little boring at first, but it gets more interesting as it gets later. What makes made me being present there was also due to the incentives that they had given. CCA points awarded PLUS all the wonderful dinner provided! No payment required for entrance. How cool isn't it? Look! Free things exist! Don't ever say it don't exist! Basically, the whole program started at 6pm, we went there and pen down our names to receive cca points. Upon entering, we were given a free.. handphone pouch I think, and a candy. How sweet! For the first hour, it was boring. Han Wen &amp;amp; Amos decided to leave. THEY SHOULD HAVE STAYED! You'll know it in a while 'why'. Thank god that I didn't follow them and remained in my seat. Soon after, Amos called and told me that he saw the buffet of food lined and he said that it look really nice and tempting. It was indeed tempting! Ha. Short while later, me, Mike and Shaohong decided to go out and have a look and how good it was. Ha, kk, let me try to make you tempt! There's turkey, cakes ( I think is log cake), chicken, pineapple rice, and dessert! Much more of course. But the dinner is still not ready to be served. So three of us went out to the nearby Shell for Mike and ShaoHong to get a ciggerate pack. Along the way, get to know more about Mike. How interesting. And we assumed that when we're back the dinner will not even be ready yet. How inaccurate! We went back and what we saw was a long queue by the side of buffet table. Thank goodness when we queued for it there's still more than enough food. Nothing much. After dinner, we waited for Hafiz performance. 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 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Have fun watching! It was a splendid performance that he'd put up. If only the quality of this video you'll be able to witness the power of HAFIZ's voice! And here's the interesting part after all the performance. LUCKY DRAW. My number was 54, but I won nothing. However, according to some of our classmates, AMOS NUMBER WAS BEING CALLED OUT. He should had given us his number man! Anyway, the number 154, 64 was being called out and a few other numbers that's so close to mine. What surprise me was that there was a group of dancers(one of the performers' group) behind me were cheering for my number. Ha, great thanks to them even though we didn't know and also that I didn't win anything. Anyway, the dancers really dance well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I'll be buying phone later. I think I'm not going to choose any of my "dream-phone" as they are all too expensive. I don't want nagging from my mum for buying such a phone. If I want, I will rather use it with my own money. I think I'm probably buying the same phone as Faiezah-5610. Otherwise, if iphone price have really drop a lot I'll choose that.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;My apology Daron, for having make non-stop changes, as my mum is too tired such that she's having a hard time getting up. Ha, hope you understand that she's been working OT for the past 1 week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;It's about one more week before my exam begins. I really have doubt as to how well will I do. Will I get to the director's list again? I'm not too sure. In anyway, like what I told my mum, I think last semester I managed to do well was because of 2 of my friends who have been helping me in a way or another: Amos &amp;amp; Weiyu. Amos had been teaching me whereas Weiyu had been questioning me non-stop which helped me to clear my doubts of what I didn't understand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My level of finance is getting lower each day. What should I do? All I know is that I'll be working for sure during my holiday after my exam. even thn I have no idea how long can I sustain with with this few penny that I have left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PLEASE READ THIS IF YOu're FREE;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"Who the hell could this be asking for txtmate at the wee hours of the night?" I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My parents, who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone. They told me that having one was more convenient - they could monitor me even if they're miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Same number...Such determination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"Ply reply 2 dis msg &amp;amp; b an angel &amp;amp; save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys... I just realized I was replying to the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman... I'm just a simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!! Nway, do I know u?" I typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seconds later came the reply."Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2 b ur frnd. I'm Mikaella Cervantes. U?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?" I sent back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without a loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, " Value d people hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will walk out of ur lyf &amp;amp; nvr come back again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure though... I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd become used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ull jst pass by; don't touch me f l8r ull jst let me cry; dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't stay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's. Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define. We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and cut through the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart. I close my eyes &amp;amp; der u r. Even f I'll see u never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer dan 4ever..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;One December night, she sent me this message. By that time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knew how happy I was. She was right. Although we had not seen each other, what we felt was enough to make us both realize what was keeping us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I sent her another message, "Loving u secretly is a hard thing 4 me 2 do,hoping, wondring that u will feel d same way 2, but I can't read r mind f u luv me 2. But whatever it is, I'll still be loving u."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt... I hope dat u will wait 4 me &amp;amp; pray dat u will not get tired of loving me...=)" was her reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And then I replied again. " The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny but f destiny will suggest dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not by destiny but of free will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered, "Soon...soon, love...soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 225pt; font-style: italic;" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for her...rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was sure, she felt the same way, too. Love messages continued to flow through our lines, between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought that sooner, we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages. At first I just though she had ran out of prepaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;But there was something that kept bothering me... I couldn't understand what was it, but it made me fell nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer. Nevertheless, I continued sending messages. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord's birthday. I heard my phone's message tone again... at last!It was from her!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2. Though dat doesn't mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 care. Sometyms, GOODBYE is a painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to think of. What did she mean? I texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her but she would not answer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose her. I had learned to love her. And I wanted to be with her forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Mikaella took the life out of me. I missed her so much...her messages...The tones that would tell me she'd sent another loving message. Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I felt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped again. It was her!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Meet me at d café, 10 AM 2day," I read aloud, making sure the message was true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I wanted to be there before she arrived.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to see her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes, her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something in them...sadness?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Hi, Julius," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night. The voice that I had waited to hear for so long. "Please sit down." "I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Thanks, Julius," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she loved pink roses.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"You are always welcome, Love" "Julius, I can't stay," she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears? "I really must go."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"But we just met, Mikaella. Can't we talk a little longer?" I asked, pleadingly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"I can't really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you shared with me. Thank you for everything, Julius. I will never forget you...you will always be here in my heart."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She was looking at me straight into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear, there was something in her voice and I swear, there was something in those lovely yet lonely eyes...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She got up and smiled at me, lovingly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me," he said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone. The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself,thinking of her. I hurriedly went to flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Mikaella.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;They lived in an exclusive subdivision.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and that I was looking for Mikaella.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Julius." While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella's mother was crying while talking to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Mikaella?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pinkroses.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you all the time. She even asked that her phone be buried with her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She said that in that way, you could still send her messages and you would always be with her."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I couldn't believe everything... My mind was in limbo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"But..." I couldn't find the words to say.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"She told us not to bother reaching you, "her mother said, still in tears," she said you will come, and here you are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring at her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I would never forget while I was still alive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she had&lt;br /&gt;told me she went everyday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "U taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing didnt teach me &amp;amp; it hurts mor - u didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her CP again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped again,felt a shiver down my spine. The sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Let go of d hand of d person u love, but dont let go of God's hand. 4 if u hold 2 his hand. He may b holding d person u love n d ader hand 2 let u hold each other again."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"I will never forget you, Mikaella and will never let go..." I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 225pt;" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through text messaging.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Keep me as a frnd &amp;amp; I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up &amp;amp; throw away d key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me..."&lt;br /&gt;One day, she sent this message to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson &amp;amp; f u evr find 1, hold on &amp;amp; nvr let go... value dat prson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping &amp;amp; holdin on..."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-5889850533250418733?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/5889850533250418733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=5889850533250418733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5889850533250418733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5889850533250418733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-guyz-thanks-for-all-taggys-y-e-s-t-e.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-7921449408436006744</id><published>2008-11-27T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:44:33.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="214" height="172"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UtNymdKlFw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/8UtNymdKlFw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="214" height="172"&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/1262282831402514979-7921449408436006744?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/7921449408436006744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=7921449408436006744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7921449408436006744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7921449408436006744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-3557309847635722012</id><published>2008-11-26T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:30:42.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you Love Someone This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Much ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Girl: Slow down, I'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Guy: No, this is fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Girl: No it's not. Please it's 2 scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Guy : Then tell me you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Girl : *hugs him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Guy: Can you take my helmet off and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;put it on yourself? It's bugging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Girl:Alright, now slow down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Guy: I love you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Girl: I love you too, please just slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;down now! Please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(in the paper the next day):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;A motorcycle had crashed into a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;building because of a brake failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Two people were on it, but only 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;had survived .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;The truth was that halfway down the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;road, the guy realized that his brakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;broke, but he didn't want to let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;the girl know. Instead, he had her say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;she loved him and felt her hug one last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;time, then he had her wear his helmet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;that she would live even though it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;that he would die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-3557309847635722012?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/3557309847635722012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=3557309847635722012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3557309847635722012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3557309847635722012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-love-someone-this-much-girl-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-4434314257084453523</id><published>2008-11-23T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T07:48:07.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jian Hao! I'm updating! Watch this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Alright, this post is very special. Read it on and you'll understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Notice the first track of the song? It's always what i wish to hear. And for this very special song, it reminds me of the whole childhood life that I had. A deplorable one. Living in a place where daily life of mine are filled with heartbreaking matters. Maybe that's what everyone had to experience especially in Singapore. Relating from family to friends, there were countless matters contributed to it. Sometimes, I'm really puzzled as to what god had given me. A sense of protection where danger are plotted. This was just what I felt then. I was often being bullied, however, I'm well protected I would say by my elder brother as well as my teacher/s(can't remember how many). I don't know why at that time people were so afraid of my brother. Oh yes, he was a prefect. Ha, but he supported  the "bad" side at times where logic doesn't flow. All this bad happenings happened when I was in primary school. Later on in my life in primary five, I met this best friend of mine named Arwinder. He changed my life, and again, he's the one who protected me from everything. Sometimes, I feel like thanking god. But sometimes, I really don't understand why are certain things happening to me. For instance, when one great buddy of mine left, I met another one instantly. However, from this many best friends that came and left.. I'd learnt priceless lessons from them which I valued it a lot. The reason for why they left my life was because they had moved to foreign countries. Once I entered secondary school, I told myself: I'm not going to have another buddy leaving my side if I ever met one. Cool enough, I met this very good buddy of mine when I was in secondary two. I was glad that I didn't fall to normal academic that fate allowed me such friend to enter this very life of mine. Not to mention his name is Brainer. We hanged out almost everyday after school. I still remembered one very vivid moment spent, he asked me to do a somersault. Given a timid personality, I had tell myself no. Amazingly, I guess he knew that's going to be my answer and he said, "Come on, there's noone here to look at you." We were at the playground then. Without much hesitation I just give it a try and I was like, wow! Ha, that's when I discovered that I need to unleash my potential of what I can do. For this simple thing which I'd realized, made me known of where my interest lies.. MUSIC! However, this friend of mine.. good enough, he remained in Singapore. But his schedule is always so pack. And I started to be unreasonable I guess.. but one thing I'm glad of was that that didn't bother him. He's still a good friend of mine as ever. And so this friend left me as we were deployed to different class when secondary 3 life began. From there, I met another buddy. He's just a classmate of mine. We are never close just that most of the time we do things together in class and people thought we regard one another as best friends. But I will say that sometimes he's more than a classmate. He listens to my problem and gave me possible advice which later I tried and indeed solve my problems for me. He makes me feel that that's the friendship that I must cherish. And I tried. Of course, now he's a good friend of mine, and he is Ka Jun. We seldom contact. In the midst of this classmate-ship that I'd made, that's when I met Jeremy, Valarie and Daron.This 3 people are the real lasting siblings ship that i've ever met even up till now. Our relationship blossom real fast to the extend I don't think you'll believe it. It's ever since we met. Ha, since we are still together, I shall continue to keep our data confidential. And when I came into polytechnic, I can't remember who's the first friend I made. But the one which I'm closest to is Weiyu and Amos.. Hafiz, erm.. not sure :P haha. For Amos, he is just like that another Ka Jun which I'd made. Yupz, personality and almost anything quite similar to Ka Jun. Except that, Ka Jun is more intelligent yet quite street-smart I guess. Weiyu, another one which had a real fast friendship blossoom also, but a real fast friendship broke. The only thing which I'd vivid memory about him was that he always tries to cheer up the conversation while I'm always trying to make it dull. I thought he's a very social guy so I tested him to see if there's any personality that I can copy. Yes, I do copy personality for many of you who doesn't know me well. But for good intention only. Another thing which stayed in my mind unforgetable was that he said I always gave him a very angry tone. I'm not too sure about that. But he's one friend whereby I hope will not step out of my life but many things happened. After all the trouble, I hope things can run like how it was in first semester at least. But things changed, according to him, he said his girlfriend hope that he won't be close to me. It really puzzled me as the last time I ever chatted with her girl, she said she's fine with it. Well, I'm really uncertain of the current situation. And since I'm not given any chance to speak to him.. just hope that by any chance he read my blog: "Giving your lady your heart it's what a real man should do, giving her your mind.. is really stupid. This is your life, not your lady's life. Many people would say, a heart can't work without a mind and vice versa. Do you get what it mean? That's what life is I thought. heart + mind = life. You just following blindly by what you feel, at certain point of time you have to think!. I hope you really know what you're saying that your girlfriend don't wish that. Unless you're the one who hate this friendship, by all means, the door is open wide enough for you to walk out of my life." Nonetheless,  I hope he'll remember one thing: The life is yours! Not your friend, not your lady, not even your parent! IT IS YOURS!.  Later on in life, which is currently. A good friend made in band. Edward. We were being taught by the same conductor in secondary school amazingly. And now the both of us were thinking of possible ways to merge 2 secondary school alumni band which is not form yet. And of course not forgetting my third wife Faiezah. The one who always makes me feel that moral support that no other people can give. Jia hui also of course. Jia hui, really thank you for all the listening ears of yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;For anybody whom I'd forget to mention, may I kindly seek your understanding. It's either that I forgotton as too many people to remember. But those names mentioned above are those who play/ed an important role in my life that I'll never forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-4434314257084453523?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/4434314257084453523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=4434314257084453523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4434314257084453523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4434314257084453523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/11/jian-hao-im-updating-watch-this.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-5502784799980030446</id><published>2008-11-21T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:11:40.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, as requested. I'm blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a combination of good news and GOOD news(CREDIT GOES TO DARON NA, read more and you'll know.. ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;After School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I had promised Daron and Valarie to meet them for dinner today. I mean, yesterday. as it's past 0000 hr already. Because I had given Daron a wrong timing of my lesson ending time, I was too in a rush to "get back home". Suppose to be ended at 1700 and yet I told her 1600. Wrong prediction. After lesson ended, I waited for Amos and Hafiz so that we can leave Ngee Ann Poly together. I'm glad this 2 classmates of mine had always been going home with me even though journey always seems rather lonely. But they never complain about the quietness. They are nice, indeed they are. Okay, anyway, that's not the main focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lost of mobile phone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;It was only in the train on my way to meet Val and Dar that I found out that my phone wasn't with me. However, I'm glad I made the right decision. I carry on the journey to find Val and Dar and resume the findings of my phone later. Surprisingly, losing this phone didn't really make me feel that nervous. Maybe because it's just an old phone. But my sense of scariness were delayed slightly when I came to realize that my important friends/ boss contacts were lost. But because the phone can't be found so quickly, so i decided to have dinner with Val &amp;amp; Dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was great! It seems like we have endless time staying together. We had dinner in whitesand (it was then that I found out whitesand really changed alot!). Took neo prints after that with Val. I like the pictures taken! We really look like a couple as usual whenever we take photos. Just as with Daron too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Found the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And you know what? All thanks to the 20 over missed calls Daron had made over to my MIA phone. She seem happier than I am, loL. I guess that's obvious as she managed to solve this finding. I felt in great joy too! She received phone call from Boon Lay sbs transit. And I'm collecting maybe about 12 hours later. hm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Valarie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Thanks for the gift from Cambodia! Really like it though. My apology if I had given any funny look as that's my original face, hope you understand:P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Daron.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Thanks for the gift you had bought for me and my mum. She would like to thank you in advance even before she received the gift. Thank for the coffee Beans again :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm blogging in a very exhausting mode so didn't really blog much. If the information provided seems abit defecit, maybe you can tag in the tagboard and let me know? Thanks. And I'm getting to bed now. Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-5502784799980030446?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/5502784799980030446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=5502784799980030446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5502784799980030446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5502784799980030446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/11/alright-as-requested.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-1440123709815097685</id><published>2008-11-20T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:50:27.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My apology for not blogging for so long..&lt;br /&gt;HERE I AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there's nothing much. If anybody who will wish to read this post, just watch this movie will do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="314" height="292"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cuS1cCnG8xc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cuS1cCnG8xc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="314" height="292"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually depicted what I wish to post in this blog. Yup, anyway, it's a beautiful musical. Am I addicted to sad songs again? I better watch myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-1440123709815097685?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/1440123709815097685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=1440123709815097685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1440123709815097685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1440123709815097685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-apology-for-not-blogging-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-2816755807228131110</id><published>2008-11-05T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:21:05.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Driving.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, another driving lesson. I started off well, but ended it badly. I managed to change gear smoothly but it was then when the sky got darker, I have to be more alert. There's so many things to take note off like the side mirrors and operating the car at the same time without looking at any of the operation tools. For this second lesson, I drove on the.. highway I guess? it was all straight roads with no traffic lights. Easy. However, I was confuse with changing to the 4th or 2nd gear. Both positions seem so alike! Again, after the whole thing ended, I had jelly legs again. I guess I know what causes the jelly-ness, my legs were too tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Valarie &amp;amp; Daron.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The both of you had gone to Cambodia, I hope both of you come back soon. Daron, I miss your phone calls. Valarie, I miss your availability for me. I'm so sorry that I promised to see you off on Sunday morning 4am but I missed it. I had overslept by accident. I woke up at 5.40+ am n I was like,"Oh shit!". Following after was an sms from Daron's mum saying that she's somewhere near my house already. It was at 3.40 on the dot that her mum text me and I was still sleeping then. If only she called, I would have woke up. Anyway, I hope that I can get to you guys asap this Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dyla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; She's a colleague of mine from Bakerzin. I'd understand that she don't come from a wealthy family, but I hope that she understand that I'm not either. Seeing a friend in need is a friend indeed. That's the role that I wish to play. But it seems like she abused it. Given my soft heart, I couldn't decide if I should still lend her the money. Following after, consulted Amos and my mum. Both of them said almost the same thing to me. Well, I just abide by the decision made and proceed on with the reply to her that I'm not able to lend her so. I hope she understand. Sometimes I really wonder if she's making excuses. Well, stories which she actually came out with was she stuck in Orchard Road, etc. I thought that was a bad way of excuses. And I really, really wonder.. will she return me what she owe? If she doesn't, I'm fine with it actually so long as she don't suffer under the fate of money. That's what I'm afraid most for the people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've been very exhausted, as usual I guess? There were moments which I forced myself into a good day. Now, for the same people that I used to stay worried, happy, etc, they are still the same to me. Nothing's change. Is that a good thing? There were too many times that I admited that I'm jealous of, looking at my friends one by one.. seems to enjoying luxury. But whether they suffer on another surface of life, I'm not too sure about it. This was just what it seem to me. Well, I hope they are really enjoying it. I had personally enjoyed before being in the luxurious feel than the current life but I thought that it wasn't good. Because it's easy for me to adapt to that life. Months later, I find that my state of life is deploring and I need something to change me. It took a really long time for me to get better. Well, I'm glad and I hope I'm not living with too low nor too high standards but somewhere in the middle where I can share my good things with. My brother and some of my friends actually said my money seem to be flowing endlessly. Like I said, the reason behind was because I hope certain people deserve the happiness from me for if I took out my money without bothering. Ah, just too many things to say.. and I've not done my research. I guess that's all for the moment. Thanks for the read through anyway;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-2816755807228131110?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/2816755807228131110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=2816755807228131110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2816755807228131110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2816755807228131110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-3757072690578222980</id><published>2008-10-30T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:02:42.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YoZ!&lt;br /&gt;Today another MUST to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; The hot topic of the day. I GET TO DRIVE ON PUBLIC ROAD FOR MY FIRST LESSON! How cool! But Scary. Ha, I got jelly legs after the lesson ended. One point to note, for first time driver must do leg warm up. My legs were all so tired having to keep in the same position in order to maintain the car speed. First run was quite good I suppose. But after a few runs my legs were tired, having tried hard to maintain at 3/4 pressing on the clutch, I released full strength and had the vehicle jerked a few times. No matter what it was thrilling. And it's fun definitely. Feel like giving it a try this saturday again but I have other programs going on. Sad. Looking forward to next Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sick.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Alright, till then, I'm still not feeling normal. As in, I'm ill. My throat tend to feel thirsty very quickly even after I'd quenched it. I'm starting to suspect that it's part of the symptom for diabetes. Well, let's hope not. Cough here and there. I don't know how am I going to survive for the this saturday's music exchange with RP. If I have a choice I will want to retreat now. But, once agreed I'll definitely go unless I'm unconscious like as though in a coma. I've been a leader before, I know how difficult and troublesome it is if I were to be absent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personal responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; Yes, many people had been speaking to me about responsibility. I'm glad I've been reminded often about it. Speaking about responsibility only reminds me of someone who used to converse with me about being responsible in relationship and that seem to relates to my class in a way or two. Looking at my school class, certainly some of them only stay responsible for what they think will benefit them now and not later. Whenever they don't attend lessons(in the case of they skip it on purpose, not because they have things on), I just feel that that isn't right. Sad to say, I had a friendly match debate with one of my classmate. He was just saying that people are just stupidly following the system like an idiot. For those classmates of mine who are here, I believe you know who that person is. And I thought about what my brother used to say to me when he was in the army. My brother said that, since he know that Army is going to waste time, and since there's no other option that he can head for other than army, why not give his best shot and at least there's something you learn there. Rather than wasting the time 2 full years. Similarly, since he have no other option(for if he has he wouldn't be in my class already) for now, I would personally think that, in life, there's only one chance of a lifeTIME for you to try out. You're not going to turn back the clock and say I want to try it at this age again. Imagine what I'm trying now at this age and you will only wish to try when you're much older. Again, this reminds me of what my secondary school band conductor says. For this very phrase that she said, it taught me a very important lesson about life: "Band, for dd/mm/yyyy, this is greenview symphonic band play (and she conduct)" and following after she asked us to give our best shot because time will never fly back again. That was the last practice for the SYF competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm so sorry but that's all that I've to tag for today. I've been having a contentful day with the exception of a few incidents. Have a  great day ahead! God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-3757072690578222980?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/3757072690578222980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=3757072690578222980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3757072690578222980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3757072690578222980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/10/yoz-today-another-must-to-blog-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-1014813447258261060</id><published>2008-10-26T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:36:32.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="314" height="292"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UfPqpSu9hNE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UfPqpSu9hNE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="314" height="292"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top tagboard 'Taggers' for the month of October:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pooh93.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justbeingm3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Valarie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.innocence-beautified.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faiezah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myreason-happy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would like to just recognize their effort for tagging:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Saw the video posted above? I thought that's a very nice, sweet, loving, adorable, etc.. video. It's a thai song. I tried searching for the mp3 version of it but failed. Can anybody help me find?If you actually locate the link and proceed by entering it, you'll realise that the "more info" section written"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Why is it those who play the piano are invariably sad and unsuccessful in love?". Sometimes, I really wonder if that's really the truth. Maybe for me yes. Actually, not really for when a girl confess. But a rather good yes for when I'm the one who confess. And I love playing piano. If only I have space at home to put at least an upright piano. It's because of my dad that my whole house is all filled with Karate things. How annoying. For those of you who had came my house before you've seen it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Artist: Tor Saksit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Song: Dai Mai (can you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Actually, there isn't much detail for me to post. The only thing is that I'm sick. It all started on Saturday after I woke up. An abrupt giddiness hit my mind and I could hardly get out of bed. I tried standing up but it seems like I'm ready to fall anytime. It's a terrible feeling. What so irony is that I don't feel that feverish warmth on my forehead but my whole body. As I saw my aunt after I woke up I asked her to touch and feel my forehead to check if I'm sick, she said probably it's just headache as she don't sense any fever. It was only when I had gone back to my bed whilst she's having the idea of waking me up for breakfast, then she realized than my body is at unusual warmness. Through out the day, I did not consume much. Only a bowl of white porridge for lunch and dinner. I didn't have the appetite. What's even more awkward was that I'm not feeling hungry at all. Yes, and after I had my dinner I vomited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;My Brother.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Finally, my brother is back from Taiwan(army). Ha, he bought a shirt for me. I was given 2 choices of shirt but I don't know which one to choose. Even till then, yet to pick one. During his absence, the room seems a little peaceful(in the way that I want). Ha, I'm not that bad. Of course, I miss him too! When he's back, I'm happy too. Won't have to sleep alone anymore. And whenever he's around, anything we'll talk about will certainly include hair topic. Agreed to try Jean Yip at vivo city one of these days. I guess anything that got to do with my hair is all Jean Yip. Shampoo, haircut, wax. Oh yes, my brother like Jean Yip wax. Ha, he said it can be washed off easily. Guess what? My hair's growing crazily long! Some people said that, the more you wash your hair, the faster your hair growth will become. Ha, each time I shower I will never fail to wash my hair with shampoo. Is that one of the cause for the rapid growth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hafiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;He's one of my classmate. Cool enough, I'm one of his target for this semester. He already won me for previous semester when we compare by our GPA. Funny thing is, he said that I've been added to his competitors list. Oh yes, he also reminded me of the RSAF. For NP student, please check your np-mail. just sign up for the.. talk I think? And you can get a 4 GB thumbdrive. Amazing ei? But I already got a 4 GB thumbdrive. Well, having more won't kill. And it's only for limited stock only! So? Go and grab it! Ha, I ask other people to grab it yet I've yet to sms whoever I'm suppose to because I'm still waiting for Hafiz reply if he's going. And he said check with Amos if he's going too. LOL.. let's wait.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Computer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The "Auto-Protect Results" had shown how much virus I had in it. Can somebody help me out with this? But I also heard that there's no point clearing it. Simply because Fujitsu Laptop are all like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-1014813447258261060?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/1014813447258261060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=1014813447258261060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1014813447258261060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1014813447258261060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-tagboard-taggers-for-month-of.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-1371675933162305060</id><published>2008-10-23T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T04:41:16.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i144.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vid144.photobucket.com/albums/r189/leonardfirst/bleahx/bleahxblog/Bleahx-1.flv" width="314" height="292"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's been a long while since I'd updated. It's time that this post be published!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Hey! I mean honestly, I really like those videos that were created by you. It's meaningful to me and memorable as well. I hope you can do more of it so that I can place them all in this angelic blog of mine like a collectible. Guys, the video that I posted above were done by her too! Marvellous isn't she?It doesn't really matter that the Bintan trip during Christmas is being called off. I'm glad that your parent really thought of such ideas for us anyway. Their support in bonding the four of us is well appreciated. Ha, don't worry, before I enter army, the four of us will certainly be able to plan something out on our own to other country. Have thought of any yet? :P I'll be eager to know how's it going to be like to go abroad with you guys! Another thing, I know my friendster* and phone were loaded with Val's photos. Ha, even yours too! Well, I believe it supppose to mean that she's trying to tell us that she's supporting us behind no mater what. Whenever we're down, we can refer back to those pictures taken by her? ha, *erhm..* Oops! Val gonna kill me if she sees that? haha..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm trying my best to get back my tone and stamina to play that alto saxophone. I think staying as a baritone saxophone player is much easier. But as compared to the baritone saxophone Ngee Ann Polytechnic Band, I'm a loser. He's a way much better player than me. Wonder how am I going to sustain my life as an alto saxophonist. Well, at least I'd attained my goal - to be an alto saxophonist after my O level. Second thing about "Music." is that, I'm trying to let 15 November 2008 be Greenview Alumni Band's first performance. It's going to be their first performance in quite a hurry schedule. I'm so glad they were all so enthusiastic about it with the exception of a few certainly. I would say 95% and above of the players participating  willingly accepted the offer to play. However, concern lies in our time to gather as one. All of us are available at different timing. Having said that, I think I'm going crazy. My school is in Clementi, and I really wonder how am I going to rush back to Greenview for all this practices. Like what once a good friend of mine had said, always tell yourself that "I M possible, not impossible". That had always stayed in my mind for whatever that I'm doing. Third thing is that, I have a poly concert end of this year! Oh my, I kept forgetting about it. How could I? It's almost year end already and I've yet to go back to my poly band to check what repertoire to practice! The last time I went back there they said mostly pieces on English Classic. I better train myself up well before I get on their nerves. And of course, if my attendence for this CCA remains bad, I wouldn't be able to play for them of course. And it'll hurt me alot if I can't play for them. My schedule is really getting tighter and tighter at the wrong time! I really hope I can get the chance to appreciate their understanding but I know this is unavoidable and that this can't be an excuse. Erm, I hope it can be an excuse? Pls.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valarie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Alright, I know if I don't blog about you, I'm asking for hiding from you :P ha, kidding honey. I just heard from Dar that today's the day when they give out the report books. And also the last day of school. I really hope that you've done well for it. For if you never, don't feel sad, kor kor here will always love you k? Need a chat, just punch "T.T apwm"&lt;written&gt; keys. &lt;/written&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I've not been attending work at Bakerzin lately and I'm on the verge of running out of cash. What am I suppose to do? I'm starting to develop hatred towards the system of the Bakerzin had done to the workers there. Using money to pay for mistakes you've committed! What's worst is that I'm not highly paid! Well, I can understand if I'm not paid as high but given the current pay that I'm receiving am I suppose to pay them as well? Are they really that poor that they need to take back worker's money by another method? Is this normal ground rules working in F&amp;amp;B restaurent? If it is, I really pity all workers working in F&amp;amp;B. And I'll certainly change my job. Please let me know asap if it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;School.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm not really content with my social self, for what reason I'm not too sure. Life's been pretty boring in school, and I need to get a life in there. I don't wish to let voices of lecturers to get in my ears, I want to hear the voice of my peers too! Ha, but that's not really true of what's going on in school. Maybe I should revise my words: in class. I find it hard to chat with my classmates. But when I'm with other school mates, I feel like as though I'm free to step out of my comfort zone. Well, I'm not trying to state negative remarks here. Some of them tried to talk to me, I don't know how to describe that feeling, just the impression I got is that "Hm, this guy's a loner. Let me try to chat with him. " Please bear in mind that this is just what I feel. And that you are reading on a single point of view. So this may not be the actual scenario. But I'm glad I've met all this people in my life no matter what. They are the one who make me who I am today and the one whom I'm going to stay with for another 2 years. I hope we can stay cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sad to say, I have to end this blog post. Thanks for reading anyway! Like I said, absent in my blog post DO NO EQUAL TO absent of tagboard so TAG! HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-1371675933162305060?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/1371675933162305060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=1371675933162305060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1371675933162305060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1371675933162305060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/10/alright-its-been-long-while-since-id.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-5872922177944937311</id><published>2008-10-11T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:21:07.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, of all good posts I once had, maybe a little bad, maybe a little good for this very special post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I'm starting to put my little soul in a cave, deeper and deeper as time passes. Loneliness filled my days for weeks already, and life's still don't change even when school start. I tried to pull myself into any conversation to forget the loneliness but it failed. Instead, I just got myself either into greater trouble, or lame conversation. Is my mood aligned with the current status of the economy? However, I'm glad that I had dinner with Bleahx! yesterday. Seeing just made me feel more relax. All my stress of loneliness were cleared. For others, I won't mind isolating myself at one corner just like when I'm accompanying my classmates playing pool. But whenever I see this other 3 people, I don't know. How I hope the 3 of them can always be by my side all the time. They always makes me feel that, we live for one another. But I'm not sure if this feeling of mine is true. Alright, enough of the emotional side of me at the moment ei? Yup, yesterday we had dinner at TM Swensen. I wanted to make that my treat, and I did it! haha, we ate baked rice and chocolate fondue and plus plus, can't remember.. fries I think. And of course, unforgettable Valarie's cookies!(yea.. I remembered, not cake). Valarie, as usual, the one who's always crazy about taking photos.. haha! Yea, and we took shots. It's in my friendster: &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/leonardfirst"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/leonardfirst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun.. with the fondueS. Or rather, Valarie and Daron. Whilst me and Jeremy kept on got 'seduced' by.. Val? haha, k lar.. shall not reveal more. It's CONFIDENTIAL! I think.. It costs me a total of 80++ wothy bucks. I think, I paid without looking at the receipt. And when the cashier pass me the reciept I asked her to throw it away. HA. foolish me. But no matter what I'm glad the treat was given.&lt;br /&gt;And today's another day of school. It's the second day for this semester. To say that I'm bad guy, maybe. I'm glad that my class size had reduced. However, those that I hope that will remain in the same class, yes they are. For the one that I'd tried all ways to aid you, hope that you're already flying on your own in the sky like an eagle. This 2 days, I had already expected loneliness as I'm an anti-social guy. I'm glad one very good classmate of mine, had always given me a good mental reliance. Nonetheless, I believe this reliance won't last. Sometimes, I would like to ask for a prayer.. that I would like to have a good permanent, at least a mental reliance. I'm quite tired of always having temporary buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-5872922177944937311?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/5872922177944937311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=5872922177944937311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5872922177944937311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5872922177944937311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-of-all-good-posts-i-once-had-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-4247174958319769448</id><published>2008-10-10T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:13:45.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha, well, a couple of things turned out pretty great today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Music.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I had just received a message from my school band conductor that I can start the Alumni band(maybe). Hey guys, it's almost a one-man show! Well, of course, much thanks to Brainer and Jie Min who helped me to pull members in. I'm glad it's a good turn out after months of worries. One of the Alumni band member had actually called me up once a while to check for updates. And now, my only worry, how to I get going? What's next? Proposal.. and? Alright, I think I'm too happy that I couldn't think of anything now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Amos. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Thanks for the accompainment the whole day. It's been a great day spent. Watched 2 Dvds in my house, went to E! Hub for an extremely late lunch. Oh, he had his lunch already. So I'm the one having the late lunch. Tried the korean ice cream, wasn't impress by it seems except for one of the ingredient which made me ponder the whole for what exactly it is? Yes, for that short perplexing moment I just tried not to bother it but I couldn't help it as I kept on.. get the chance to munch on it without expecting it to be in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Valarie. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thanks sweetie for the Clean &amp;amp; Clear facial wipe that you gave, knowing that I had a hard time clearing my pimples. I think it helps. Haha, and guess what? Amos said my face had gotten fairer than before. Oh my, should I get some tanning this Sunday since I'm not working this Sunday? Well, I guess part of the whitening wasn't done by the clean&amp;amp;clear. Should be items which I bought from TheFaceShop. Valarie, you had lessen down my personal worry. So much thanks baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Personal. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I intended to practice my saxophone today. Having fully woken up at noon, I thought I could get some tune out of it at least. Just blew a note and sister said she wanted to sleep. Well, obeyed.. Have to resume my practice on Sunday I hope. Otherwise it would be pretty pointless of me borrowing it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Alright, I love my sweet life and hope that you've enjoyed your day too!&lt;br /&gt;c ya around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-4247174958319769448?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/4247174958319769448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=4247174958319769448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4247174958319769448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4247174958319769448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/10/ha-well-couple-of-things-turned-out.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-8297456670105720796</id><published>2008-10-09T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:35:03.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Brief summary of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I guess I have to update my blog this time round since today is my last day of work in HSBC? haha.. Alright, it's been quite a good day I would say. My colleagues bought me a shirt for the farewell from Bossini. It's wonderful and nice of them, as I only came back to work for a short while and they still buy things for me. Appreciate it;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Brought lots of stuff with me along today. My bags, and camera to work. And when I came home, along with it is a saxophone. Why? Simply because I'm just too loyal and committed to band as I would go when time permits even when I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Let's start from work. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Initially, I didn't have a wonderful day I thought as I'm quite bored with work. How I wish I can end early and just walk out of the office. During lunch time, I went to collect the cake which I'd book the day before from Bakerzin. 2 18cm by 18 cm cakes of Chocolate Amer were bought as a gift of farewell from me. Distributed to the teams and all at around 1700. All of them were always amaze and like the cake that I bought. Haha, never did I introduce something bad ei? Oopsie! haha.. and today colour code for office wear is red. Ha, what exactly did I wear? A black polo tee, so sorry! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Work ended, proceeded for band. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I had quite a good time spent in band. Met all my fun band mates. Mr Tan was absent today, so we had practices until 2030hr. But I stayed later than that. Almost learnt from Benjamin on how to play "I'm yours-Jason Mraz" on a saxophone. He figured out himself. Thanks for letting me know the notes. A nice guy he is as always! haha.. Instead of practising pieces for year end concert, I was practising on how to play I'm yours. Ha, half-way through the sectional, where did I went? Oh my! Am I suppose to be there? chatting in the store room! Ha! Yupz, another person joined in the conversation. And we decided to have our laughter resume outside of the band room. What a joke! that's our sectional! OMG! One of them is a trombonist, he were busy making all the F1 cars sound out of that trombone, and it really sound like! Edward, another trombonist. You make the "car" sound like subaru. You're also a good motor car sound maker ei? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;End of day. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;After band, Edward accompanied me to take bus to the Dover station before meeting his girl. Following after, I meet Ee Lin! My HSBC colleague. Or rather, a former one as I'm now longer a staff from there anymore. She said she seems to see me everywhere as though I can appear in 2 places at one go. Ha, shocked by what she said. Clarified with her and it was actually because She met me almost everywhere. ha, how coincidental. Followed after was a call from Amos, yea, you cleared my boredom in the train. Thanks. Ee Lin too, she's actually a student from SIM too.. How interesting. I guess I'll see her every thursday night then. Came home, quite happy with my new kitchen cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, I guess that's all for the day. I'm thristy, time to get quenched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-8297456670105720796?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/8297456670105720796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=8297456670105720796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/8297456670105720796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/8297456670105720796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/10/brief-summary-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-2902666939253885808</id><published>2008-10-02T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:27:57.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my! I forgot to blog yesterday. Ha, anyway thanks for coming back to my blog even though it's for 'yi si yi si'(chinese). BUT MUST COME BACK AGAIN! one time not enough! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resume..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'd accomplished my planned route for yesterday! How interesting. I had breakfast with my mum in the morning. Went out, met Amos at Tanah Merah. Whilst waiting for his arrival, I received a message from my real mum that my grandma is in the shop. She stay in Malaysia, so it's a really rare chance for me to meet her unless I go Malaysia. I thought that she's going to stay there through out the whole day so I took my own sweet time and when strolling around with Amos at Robinsons Sales in Expo which is ending in oct 5 after having lunch with him in Macau Express. Had quite a bloating-moment spent. We ordered what's already more than enough for 2 people. But the 'you tiao'(Chinese) is really marvellous! Do make a trip down and try! I like the bo luo bao with butter too! Ha, purposely ordered for Amos too. That's why we had more than enough for two people, I kept ordering food without getting his agreement:P haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;After he left, went to Toa Payoh to my mum's shop first. Once I reached there, disappoint filled my heart after hearing that my grandma had left and went back to Malaysia already. But I didn't express it out. Hopefully I get to see her again. But a humor cleared my sadness. It's an embarassment to mention it here. See? I always got embarassing moments to share. Maybe I should just keep it secret this time round. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Than I had dinner with not only my step-siblings! But the whole family again! ha, that was just so great! I miss hugging my little brother. Adorable him as usual! When we entered the car, he just said:" I want to sit with Leonard". Ha, that touched my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Came back, slept..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And now, another day's about to pass. I'm about to watch NC16 with my brother. SHH!! Don't disturb. Ha, Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-2902666939253885808?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/2902666939253885808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=2902666939253885808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2902666939253885808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2902666939253885808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-i-forgot-to-blog-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-469339976959504459</id><published>2008-09-30T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:32:32.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha, today is an absolute cool day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dylan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;One of my HSBC colleague asked me if I would like to go to his house together with other colleagues. I'm felt so sorry to have to reject him over and over again. Simply because I found entertainment for myself I guess. Haha, I'm starting to feel guilty for him. He asked me out for all the outings that he organized and I've yet to accept any of his invitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After work&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I made a trip to Vivo City myself. Spend a total of 100(estimated amount) bucks today. Went to TheFaceShop and bought facial masks as recomended by my sister. After which, zoomed pass every shop just to search for this movie titled: Billy Elliot. It's a really touching and remarkable show! I almost teared as the show played. Along with it, I also bought Fast Track. It's a NC16 show. Ha, intend to watch it with my brother today but he went out for pubbing at St. James. Hope he have fun either way. A jazz cd followed along during the payment. Yes, I'm a crazy spender I admitted long ago since my previous post. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;After watching Billy Elliot, I'm here to blog as you see. Meanwhile, having the jazz music played as I type. Ha, really cool I guess. Maybe I should rephrase my first sentence for this post. It's an absolute cool night!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've got tons of plans for tomorrow. Just how am I going to cope with it. As in, there's so many things that I wish to do within this one holiday given to me. You see, that's what happens to a guy who work 7 days a week. Now he really know the importance of holiday. When it comes, he don't even get a proper rest because there's too many things that he wish to do. Alright, here's my basic plan before it's finalised. Have breakfast with mummy and anybody who's at home. Meet Amos for lunch after that. Then, meet my 3 Younger sister and my dearest brother George! Ha, just a meal with them. Maybe, come home.. NC16 with my brother:P It don't sound wrong! haha.. you know what I'm talking aboutXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to Today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I've missed my dinner! How cool right? For the sake of Billy Elliot, I've missed the my meals. But it's worth it. Really! Ha, Alright, I guess I've got nothing else more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-469339976959504459?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/469339976959504459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=469339976959504459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/469339976959504459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/469339976959504459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/09/ha-today-is-absolute-cool-day.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-7851916375154594262</id><published>2008-09-28T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:23:00.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Morning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I had decided to skip today's work at Bakerzin. I told my boss that I had a bad thigh muscle ache. In which that's the truth. It's because I was actually on the way to work than suddenly I felt pain in my thigh and I could hardly walk properly. At that point of time, thank god I was just somewhere nearby my house. So without much hesitation, I just phoned my boss. After which joined my brother at the coffee shop nearby, had breakfast together. Discussed lots of issues. Out of boredom, we went to Giant. Again, out of boredom we bought a honey glazed chiken and a newspaper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reached Home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It's a really blue day as followed by my font colour. I had no idea how to eat that already BBQ-ed chicken so I just nibbled a bit and left the rest to my family members. Continue my music composition for that very last song ever written. Even then, I had not complete it. Somehow, I just have got no idea where the song is heading to. In order to kill time, I just walked in and out of the kitchen. So today, there's 2 places that I've been to very often. Kitchen, and of course, my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Left house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Went out for lunch with my brother at the nearby coffee shop again. Brother bought a new phone without camera at a very cheap price from 7-eleven. That phone is to use it when he go Taiwan( for army sake). He's departing on the 9th Oct. Cool? Ain't sure about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reached Home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know what to do next. Now, My whole body is quite sticky and I'm blogging. Listening to some lounge music. What should I do later?&lt;br /&gt;Anybody free please call over and have a chat:P&lt;br /&gt;Only applicable for today. The more phone calls I receive the merrier!! So just call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Just something to highlight. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I saw this in Valarie's Blog and I thought that it's kidn of interesting so I decided to copy and paste it here. I'm sure you don't mind right, Val? haha.. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Before marriage.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt; Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt; Do you want me to leave?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt; No! Don't even think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt; Do you love me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt; Of course! Over and over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever cheated on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No! Why are you even asking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt; Will you kiss me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt; Every chance I get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt; Will you hit me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt; Are you crazy! I'm not that kind of person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt; Can i trust you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt; Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt; Darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;fter marriage....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simply read everything from the bottom to top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-7851916375154594262?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/7851916375154594262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=7851916375154594262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7851916375154594262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7851916375154594262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/09/morning.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-7355602364367449160</id><published>2008-09-26T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:26:18.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My days of life had gotten better recently! Haha, certainly enjoyed myself today. Though it was not that interesting, but it improved my mood greatly I would say. Amos accompanied for lunch at white dog café. We had quite a bad time eating there. I think I'll not recommend white dog café to anyone any further. If I'm not wrong they had changed the chief as well the music there. The ambience is no longer there too, and I'm not too sure what's the reason so. The food were just too normal we thought. So we just fill our stomach and went loitering around Vivo City. We just kept munching or sipping the whole day. After that, we were led to Tampinees mall by the Isetan sales. Nothing caught our attention. Proceeded to Häagen-Dazs, ordered and shared a cup of affogato. ONE SHOT OF ESPRESSO in it! But it only work on me for quite a while. I felt tired again after that. Aided me in choosing a birthday card for one of my colleagues in HSBC. Came home, more things happened.. Haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My mum asked me to clean toilet. And it's my first time cleaning a toilet in my whole life. Don't laugh orh. Haha, again, he aided me in cleaning toilet. And I actually had free course from him on how to clean :P The metals really sparkle! Ha, thanks alot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A lot of things occured but hard to recall. Oh yes, and he just realized that I'm a crazy spender :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Remaining of the day. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;He departed from the accompainment, and I went ahead for my jab. Took a dose of Typhoid Typherix/Vivot at the nearby clinic from my house. Met mum for dinner, and that's when the espresso got activated. I kept talking to my mum non-stop. I think she must be like, "something's wrong with my son today -.^ ". I quite like the service rendered by Dr Eugene from the clinic. He's friendly and easy to talk to. Joke around here and there. Came home and here I am blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Daron. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Had a call from you dear, thanks for calling me as and when you're free. I'm so glad that you called. And we had a wonderful chat I suppose. Thanks for always being there for me. Love you dear. Valarie and Faiezah, love you too! haha. Thanks for telling me that Ms Cheong ask you if you know me. Yes, it makes me feel like the teacher still remember me. It touch my heart deeply when you told me that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;A Wonderful Day. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A day of happiness just past like that. How fast, where all great things came and left just like that. Can I have a better tomorrow? But I'm starting work the next day. Well, God is the only that I can rely well with. If I'm provided a bad day, it's part and parcel of life. I have to accept it I think. Since there's no other option provided I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Hope that you'll have a fantastic day there too;)&lt;br /&gt;Nitex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-7355602364367449160?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/7355602364367449160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=7355602364367449160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7355602364367449160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7355602364367449160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/09/joy.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-238092729483372174</id><published>2008-09-25T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:03:43.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thanks. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;really thanks to my third and first. If any other, my apology that I can't remember. For having read my previous post and actually came up to me and concerned. This post is specially created for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I miss my grandparent after not seeing them for a long time. They've stayed in Bangkok for quite some time. It's been ages since I heard their voice. I feel like making a trip down to see them but I'm just not good at saving money. At the moment not even enough to buy the air tickets I suppose. Furthermore school are about to resume. How sad.. Next year I must make it a point to go Bangkok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Music! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Aw.. I can't get my saxophone by this year! Please.. somebody help me? Why? I'm a too big spender. I spend on anything I like upon seeing them. That's why it's good to stay at home and hang out less with friends sometimes I suppose. Currently I've been attending band practices not with the right mood. I can't get the past Leonard who use to go crazy over music. I realize that I'm starting to lose my sense of rhythm and musicality! Fuming mad now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Hope that you've got an enjoyable day! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-238092729483372174?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/238092729483372174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=238092729483372174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/238092729483372174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/238092729483372174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-6494690792546885633</id><published>2008-09-18T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:49:37.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My apology again for not updating for so long! Haha, your forgiveness is greatly appreciated. Like I said, even if I didn't update for long my tag board won't be as inactive. My absence in the tagboard is pretty short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Alright, many things happened.. of course. Otherwise this blog will be quite active. In contrast with my previous post, I was unhappy with my hsbc job nowadays. I'm not too sure why, it's not because I'm stress, but I just can't get along well with the people there. I think actually the fact is that I kind of dislike a few of them. So I tend to disturb them like small little kids, I guess it's all out of boredom and they began to develop hatred towards me I guess. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Tiring as always for my Bakerzin. But the work there is certainly easier. For that I can't blame them for having paid me so lowly. But I get to munch on the food there! Ha, there's something which I like about. And that for every 8 hours that I work I can get 1 staff meal free, at limited selections only. Certainly without notice of others I tend to nibble some of the food. But not the one that are for customer definitely! However, openly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;House. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;After changing my wardrobe, here's another change soon: my kitchen! Not the whole kitchen of course. Only the basin. Or rather, the support for my basin. As it's sinking like a titanic that just got hurt by an ice berg, my mum is finally seeing a need to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Personal arena. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;For one very, good friend of mine. I just learnt a lot from this situation of his. It's just some family matters that's not permissioned to be mentioned here I guess. But I came down to his house at an eleventh hour call. Hoping that I could get him some help out of it together with his girlfriend. Through this, I actually learnt a couple of things from his brother. The way he treated things, and he actually taught me a few things about life. Of course, having mention that, please comprehend the idea that nobody is perfect. Espiecially when it comes to talking about life nobody is right and nobody is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I try to be there as and when he need help. But there's something I must declare my dear friend, that your reliance level is too high. I heard that you want to get a job and I search all that I can. But what happen each and after next was.. I'm not sure if silly is the right word to use, choice. This makes no difference when you ask me out, nothing is serious. I'm always left hanging there with no answer of what's next.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, it just makes me boil. I guess I'm not in a very good mood nowadays. I just hope that there's somebody that I hope can talk to me. 2 sms-es was sent. One, which is the one above, as usual left no reply. Another one, gladly there's reply. Sadly, she make me feel worst. For the one that I didn't sent any message and just came back from Japan, you've improved my day as always. I've got no comment.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now is, sleep and pray for a better day tomorrow. Friends are just so.. true friends are hard to find. God is the only one that I can rely well with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just need to spend one night in the pasir park beach again.. to release my thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-6494690792546885633?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6494690792546885633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=6494690792546885633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6494690792546885633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6494690792546885633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-apology-again-for-not-updating-for.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-2324440191177768644</id><published>2008-09-01T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:39:28.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="213" height="172"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g2DDtxVZofI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g2DDtxVZofI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="213" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back to my personal arena! Ha, after not blogging for so many days.. Today is a must to blog! Not because of my long absence in "Black Wings In The Fly", but rather I thought there's something interesting for me to update here;)&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a fantastic week I had spent. Satisfaction certainly guaranteed! For those of you who already knew that I'm working daily, I'm not a workaholic. Just that I'm contented with my own accomplishment in this holiday period. First of all, I've tasked myself to take up 2 jobs. First, to return to HsBc as I'm familiar with the staff as well as the stUFF. Second, any F&amp;amp;B job available to me. For that, I've accomplished both! Alright, if you wish to know what job had I taken up.. Bakerzin in Vivocity. I like the cakes there! It's heaven!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's get to the interesting part. Or rather, embarassing part. Well, why do I always have embarassing stories to share in the blog? Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was working today in hsbc office today this afternoon. I was just handling some documents and had it slipped off my hand and flew to the ground like a feather(you know? like those cartoon show?).  So what's the most natural human instinct? To squart/bent down and retrieve it. Guess what? As I lowered my body too fast, I had the back of my jeans.. tore! It's like, there's a big whole at my butt there!! Interesing ei? Yar, don't want to let you know how I managed it. Think about it yourself;) HA, I'm just too clever to let anyone who passed me not to notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's move on, I guess I've made a very good friend of mine from hsbc! He's actually a backup of mine. Nonetheless, I would like to thank him as much as I can for he had aided me alot in completing my work. Oh yes, certainly not forgetting his name Yong Hui. Same age as my elder brother! Ha.. Today as I was just on my way home together with him, he'd made me realised something. Something which I've almost forgotten which I had wanted long time ago. I guess a long the way I had influenced by some of my friends. And that is a happy life. I'd learnt a lot from his experience exptiated. Well, I should say that this is a very interesting friend. Why? I just don't get bored listening to his past experience. Not that I tend to get very interested too. But at least it won't made me feel like neglecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a new Wardrobe tomorrow! Want to look at my piles of clothes if there's no wardrobe at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SLwHSTpWlqI/AAAAAAAAABI/IJnTPZ76YFg/s1600-h/Picture+0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SLwHSTpWlqI/AAAAAAAAABI/IJnTPZ76YFg/s320/Picture+0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241072077445174946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's in a terrible mess!&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk about that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's me while I'm posting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SLwKZNlUanI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VeQ3iJcyrOA/s1600-h/Picture+0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SLwKZNlUanI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VeQ3iJcyrOA/s200/Picture+0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241075494611610226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard the song that I posted in my blog? It's extracted from youtube, I'm sure you can tell that! I heard that song when I was in the shuttle bus to work place this morning. And since the DJ mentioned the title, managed to find this song when I came home today. It's not a very melodious song but it depicted my feelings well currently. Or rather today. I had it played umpteen times since I was home. Probably I was attracted to this genre of music as I was just listening to songs of similar playings in my office desktop, stored by previous owner. Thank goodness the song weren't deleted then. For it does, I'll not be able to have anything to relax my mind as the company had disabled all access of drive from outside desktop. That's strict!&lt;br /&gt;If anyone of you have that song kindly send it me! I need it badly.. to listen. heheh..&lt;br /&gt;I tried searching for it but it's kind of hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;What a day to end? I should end it early and now I'm ending it later than planned! I better get some sleep now. And Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;Nitex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-2324440191177768644?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/2324440191177768644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=2324440191177768644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2324440191177768644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2324440191177768644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-back-to-my-personal-arena-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lV0oV7ksACo/SLwHSTpWlqI/AAAAAAAAABI/IJnTPZ76YFg/s72-c/Picture+0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-3203770289201251527</id><published>2008-08-19T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:27:40.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hihi! My apology for not update for a long while. I've been having fun with friends around, especially Weiyu and his group of friends. It's been a great joy hanging around with him. Knowledge were shared and points were never fail to be argued. Haha, well, that's the way lives are. Nothing is the same. Before we hang out(when we wanted to go to a pub), he actually said wanted to take photos when we're out. Ha, I was so worried as I'm not looking any better as time continue to tick. Maybe I'm accustom to my short hair? And I've got problems getting my hair grow in a neat manner. Thank god, he didn't remember so. Either that, it must be that his mood isn't there. But he's also another great person whom I'd hang around with and that.. I'm glad I've met him in my life. Thanks for the company bruv!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;People, I'm starting my work tomorrow. It seems a little awkward for me but I'll just go and attend it as said. I'm desperately looking for job. If there's anymore job any of you can recommend me, kindly introduce me. I'm prepared to tired myself out during this 2 months of break. Money is the only concern I have in my mind now. Further concern for the future will be saxophone as well as driving license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Just had a friendly match of badminton play with Amos at Tampinees Sports Hall. It's been quite an exhausting day and I'm dog-tired now. I'm trying to regain all my knowledge about playing badminton but apparently I had exerted too much muscle force to the extend that I could hardly focus with my leg movement. I feel ache in my thigh as well as the region surrounding it. Seriously wonder how am I going to revive the energy for tomorrow's work. Anyway, thanks Amos for the borrowing of racket. It's certainly a great racket you have there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And many more thanks to people who tried to aid me in delving for a contact lens solution this morning. Credits for brainer and warm and Valarie! ha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Alright! Thanks a lot for the contribution of the tags. Please do not hesitate to continue tagging for my absence is only temporary. I'll reply to tags soon as I managed to find time for blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-3203770289201251527?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/3203770289201251527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=3203770289201251527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3203770289201251527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3203770289201251527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/hihi-my-apology-for-not-update-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-5622800549817264994</id><published>2008-08-12T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:21:27.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="213" height="172"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnK5QSwhWMk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnK5QSwhWMk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="213" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Naomi for that comment! I'm so glad to hear from you again, it's been a long time since we see each other. I miss playing with you in the band. Ha, still remember the last time when you're still playing the bass clarinet whilst me as the baritone saxophonist. We are just the bass line joker! haha! Yes, and I believe Alumni band will be created when I see you the next time!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why a sudden crave for this song: "believe" by Josh Groban. It's actually a song from "The Polar Express". I feel comfort from this song.. I don't know why. The song is embedded above.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-5622800549817264994?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/5622800549817264994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=5622800549817264994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5622800549817264994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5622800549817264994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/thanks-naomi-for-that-comment-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-2252496687416636389</id><published>2008-08-11T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:21:57.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Ha, what a good day to blog! Alright, just want to say thanks to Amos(if you had read my last few posts, you'll know who is he). He came all the way to my house from Ngee Ann Polytechnic after his class just to aid me in Electrical Technology topics. In return of course I tried my best to help him in math as much as I can. And I just realized one thing - when we're hanging around together, we tend to be too decisive every moment. We are not indecisive, we're just too decisive! Haha, anyway, I'm glad that I've made such a good friend. Thanks for sharing the ins and outs of yours too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;He stayed at my house until sunset. As I'm suppose to meet my mum later at a spectacle shop, Amos left the house together with me. In anyway, I have to show him the way for a direct bus from my house to his house. And yes! I went to make a new spectacle. Original selling price is 250 bucks. But because the boss is one whom we knew, we managed to buy it 20 dollars cheaper. What's unique is that, it's a new design from Japan and it was imported last week only! BUT.. I don't really like the design, my mum said that it's beautiful and should suit my age well. So I agreed reluctantly. Don't worry, it's not any extraordinary design. It just looks almost normal design. You should be able to see me wearing it on the first day of my exam which is this friday. Or for any of you who happen to see me on Thursday, you are lucky number one to see me with that spectacle. Actually, my mum was not happy with the price. She nagged at me umpteen times after we left the shop to urge me to take great care of the spectacle. Yes.. Oh yes, and when I ask for a check of my eyesight (cos' it's been 4-5 years since I had my eye check), my right eye degree didn't alter at all! It's only my left eye increase by 75.. sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Ha, alright! Back to my spectacle. It's side green and front, I don't know what to describe the front. Just imagine normal front spectacle. Alright, I've to sleep early today for 2 people who's coming to my house tomorrow. But before I sleep, Daron, don't be afraid to look for me in the future. Just like how I've help you today. Don't be afraid of rejection. Know that my heart is there to help you will do. No fear of rejection alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Have a sound night people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-2252496687416636389?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/2252496687416636389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=2252496687416636389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2252496687416636389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2252496687416636389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/ha-what-good-day-to-blog-alright-just.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-591533863816360766</id><published>2008-08-09T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:53:38.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY PEOPLES! Ha, Well, I should say that this year's NDP celebration was quite a spectacular one as compared to those in the past years. What's even more fascinating was the SAF band! It's an insufferably cute performance they'd produced. Other than those normal formation which every military band does, they've included some adoringly moves. Amazing! This year's performance was indeed colorful. With the exception of some performing arts group, in which I've no idea what are they dancing.. They had done a wonderful job! And I heard that my former secondary school choir was in too! Hey Greenview choir members, great job! I would say that they had input quite a classic mode of celebration. They had lots of opera singers out there which I thought would bored the audience. But not a bad idea after all as it's not that every year do we get to see performing arts group perform. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Let's move on to my day. I woke up quite early today, 7am. I was quite moody at first, but I tell myself that today is certainly going to turn out good. And so it does! I came into the tuition centre located at Katong Shopping Centre, and just proceed on with my teachings. Guess what happen after I ended my tuition? One of the parent of my student was waiting for her, so I went out after I completed today's class and her dad looked at me with a smiley face(actually he looks quite fierce so I didn't really bother much, but can tell that he's smiling). As he was about to leave, in front of my director, he said that before he sent her daughter to this course, she's been failing her math. Until recently, when she just had her preliminary, she finally pass. I can see the happiness of the dad. That certainly brighten my day superfluously! Along the way to my cousin house, I'd been smiling to myself. I think passengers in the train would have thought that I'm insane, kept smiling to himself. I'm glad that such remarks were made as it would ensure the good image of me in that tuition centre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Enjoyed the tuition at my cousin house as well. I felt really happy that he always ask me to accompany him to the playground. Nonetheless, I was left to no choice but to reject him as I'm too tired after a day of tuition. Furthermore, I've yet to collect my bermudas from my friend. Sometimes, I really wonder, why is it that I always feel happy when all this kid always ask me to play along with them. Is it because I lack of childhood? I guess so.. But what else can I do now? I'm almost a grown up person. Entering National Service in few years time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Never mind, that's the life.My life will never dim! Move on! HE~HA~! Lol..haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-591533863816360766?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/591533863816360766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=591533863816360766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/591533863816360766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/591533863816360766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-national-day-peoples-ha-well-i.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-8965869719845740025</id><published>2008-08-08T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T06:19:24.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a must to blog. Why? It's an embarrassment my sister had brought me to again. Don't take it seriously, it's not meant to blame her. Alright, this was what exactly happened. Early morning when I just woke up from my sleep around 8am, she asked me to help her purchase bottles of acne solution called Therapeutic. After which, go and consult a doctor and request for 'Dalacin T'. I felt so.. weird! Why weird? Because 'Dalacin T' it's quite a highly acidic solution for my skin. Furthermore, my face skin looks fine ( with the exception of a few acne ). So I went into the consultation room and she said that it's way too strong no matter how many times I told her that I want that solution. Guess what? She then prescribed me with another acne solution. But great enough, my sister sincerely apologized for having put me into such situation and she promised to treat me a meal. But I rejected as I was just doing it out of my own free time.&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a good day of experience of searching for job! I'm glad that my friends around me are helping to get job from HSBC! Special thanks to Kai Hong (my ex-colleague). I left and he took over my position in the past. And now, he's leaving and I'm taking over his position. How amazing! Well, the pay ain't that good for me, but I'm used to the environment there and I enjoy working there. As well as getting to know more about HSBC. And I was just looking for a better job opportunity in Straits Times. However , it all didn't turned out to be very successful as I had it done at the eleventh hour. I think I've learned my lesson. Next time, 2 weeks before school holiday commence(as in the 2 months break, not the 2 weeks break), look for job. As many of them require you to walk-in for interview. How deploring for not doing so early!&lt;br /&gt;Well, that didn't dim my day. As what I've said, my life don't dim so easily! I see possible success in setting up Greenview Alumni Band! As for now, at least there's more than one person in each section. And guess what? There's another one complete section finally! I'm so proud of it, and it's.. TRUMPET! Ha! *clapclap*&lt;br /&gt;Alright, what shall I say next? I miss my secondary school life. Yes I certainly do and I'm sorry that I used to make such a promise that polytechnic life's certainly better. When I was in my secondary school life, everyday, I had at least a call from my friend or maybe classmate. Every half a year, there'll be friends meeting out together with me for a ride in the park, playing badminton or even out for a drink. When there's a call, we'll normally chat for a whole full day or maybe the whole night. Which means, I sacrifice my night for just a chat. Ha, I'm not sure if I still have the energy to do so now. But I certainly miss those moments. I know that I'm quite a serious guy. But great thanks to my former classmates from 4e6'07. They make me feel at ease and always warn me not to be so serious. Ha, sometimes, I really like school when I think about all this. You know, that's where some of you meet special friends, meet all kind of weirdos, meet your current boyfriend or girlfriend, and of course our circle of people that we know increase tremendously! What I miss most is, I used to have friends who will always stay by my side day by day. Now, almost all the friend that I knew, they always have their busy schedule as well. Even friends who used to accompany all the time. Life's changed! And it's still changing for the worst of human mankind! Everything is going to get tougher, and sooner or later, no human will show mercy toward own species.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-8965869719845740025?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/8965869719845740025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=8965869719845740025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/8965869719845740025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/8965869719845740025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-is-must-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-385513897377962296</id><published>2008-08-06T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:32:10.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm back! From all the crazy school days! Finally it's the break before the exam commence! I believe you can hear the signs of relieve of me after panting for almost 4 months. It's time.. to enjoy the aroma of my home! As what people always like to say: Home Sweet Home! It's also been a long while since I'm able to sleep in the cozy bed of mine without any disturbance. Thank god!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Life has been pretty soothing this few days. I don't encounter much stress as I used to. Why? When I'm in school, I practically can't be bothered with all the work that the teacher gave. Not because I know them all, but due to exhaustion. I always crave for this moment during the learning process. Yet it isn't time for me to "excrete" all my learnings out of this few months. Counting down, it's 8 and 9 more days for my two papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You know, sometimes when I listen to song, I feel like reading the lyrics. Because of the way a singer sing sometimes, it makes me want to know the whole content by just plain reading without listening to the song. But when I look at the lyrics, sometimes it just doesn't make sense till you've listen to the song for another time. Than I came to realize the reason why lyrics sometimes don't make sense. The stanzas are not filled with any punctuation. Causing no emphasize in any of the words. Well, I'm still glad that Music was introduced to the lives of human mankind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;For those of you out there who know who is Qian Yi from Ang Mo Kio Secondary School, she's been a great help to me and I would like to give thank to her over here even though I'd already sent her a message. Alright, let's get a little in depth of how I get to know her. During my secondary school life, I attended this very interesting program titled "Singapore Thailand Enhanced Partnership"(STEP). This is a school event. I participated, and met her in Thailand whilst we were allocated to different resort rooms. Guess what? I was secondary 3 then, and she was only primary 4 or 5! How amazing when we met again a year or 2 down the journey of our lives! During the program, we were all being paired up with one Thai buddy. So coincidentally, she joined band in her secondary school also! And why do I thank her? Previously, this brother of mine wants to get to know one girl from Ang Mo Kio Secondary band. So Qian Yi aided me with the help in getting her number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Talking about STEP, it's been a long time since I'd seen my Thai buddy or chat with him. Anyway, here's just a simple video of the STEP program which I'd participated. It really holds a lot of memories! Have fun watching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="283" height="229"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJVtsXpAahY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJVtsXpAahY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="283" height="229"&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/1262282831402514979-385513897377962296?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/385513897377962296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=385513897377962296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/385513897377962296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/385513897377962296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back-from-all-crazy-school-days.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-1860311281702407985</id><published>2008-08-05T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:58:44.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="style2"&gt;Yoz! I received this mail quite some time back, and thought that it's worth reading.. kinda touch by the story. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's like, it doesn't matter how bad one had cause you to be. But do not forget that everyone deserve every single right to deserve to be treated equally regardless of status. What happen was, a young boy became oblivious of things around him when he gain luxury of his own.. how disgraceful! Please read on.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="style1"&gt; My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cooked for students &amp;amp; teachers to support the family. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so embarrassed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could she do this to me? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at school one of my classmates said, 'EEEE, your mom only has one eye!' &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to bury myself. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted my mom to just disappear. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confronted her that day and said, ' If you're only goanna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?' &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom did not respond... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was oblivious to her feelings. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got married. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a house of my own. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had kids of my own. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts, Then one day, my &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother came to visit me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed at her, 'How dare you come to my house and scare my children!' &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!' &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to this, my mother quietly answered, 'Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,' and she disappeared out of sight. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors said that she died. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not shed a single tear. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My dearest son, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house and &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scared your children. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing up. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see........when you were very little, you got into an accident, and &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost your eye. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having to grow up with one eye. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave you mine. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my love to you, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-1860311281702407985?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/1860311281702407985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=1860311281702407985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1860311281702407985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1860311281702407985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/yoz-i-received-this-mail-quite-some.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-6268682973552963408</id><published>2008-08-04T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T06:40:19.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guyz! For those who saw me today, inferred that I had a dreadful day from my face expression. Well, that's because I did not have a good night sleep this morning. However, that did not spoil my wonderful day to be! One my closest friend, for many of you who knew already, came my house yesterday to do project together with this very good classmate of mine: AMOS! Ha, alright. He's a fun guy to be with I thought, one whereby I'll never pick up a (verbal)fight with. How interesting you must've thought! It's my pleasure to meet such friends who will always be there to care for you no matter how troubled they are. And he had aided me in many different areas especially listening out to your "speech of perplex mind".&lt;br /&gt;Oh Kay! Back to what I originally wanted to blog:&lt;br /&gt;And so this two young man came to my house for dinner before our project discussion commence. Time continue to tick even at the very moment when we were not done with out project: 2245 hr! Exhausted as we were, I request for the both of them to stay overnight in my house. However, ended up only Weiyu stayed as Amos parent is very strict. So Amos went back and thank goodness, he managed to hop on to the last train. How lucky! haha&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a good chat with Weiyu after Amos left and that explains why I appeared to be dog-tired today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Than why do you say that it's a wonderful day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good Question! loL.. talking to myself? haha.. Anyway, it's because today is my last Engineering Mathematics Lesson for the first semester. And I don't have any work to catch up with for I've done them weeks before! I went to class, listen to song and aided SOMEONE in completing his work. He had some cheat method done since it's all computerized work, and he claimed that he'll revise his work diligently after the all the lessons ended and before the exam start. I hope you remember what you said that you'll score an A and I certainly have faith in you;)&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, home!&lt;br /&gt;On my way back, realized that I have got a couple of things to prioritize in order to get everything done smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;By tonight: complete EG1 lecture work &amp;amp; maybe the slides for presentation on wednesday&lt;br /&gt;By tomorrow night: Electrical technology owed homework and touch up on slides&lt;br /&gt;Following night: brainstormed about what job am I going to take up during the 2 months break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I already had a reserved place for me to work in HSBC! All thanks to Kai Hong, my ex-colleague. As well as my former manager. But it's because I heard from Amos that Giodarno is able to provide me with better pay. But I'll have to go through an interview first. So I hope I can work in Giodarno. Although I already have a place for me in HSBC, I still have to give them an answer of whether I'm going to work there by this Friday. Otherwise, they'll ask someone to replace me already. Sign.. so many things to ponder. I shall that actually, I'm fortunate enough to have all this friends around helping me to search for job. Knowing that I'm in need of money. Ha, actually.. in need of money for a saxophone and DRIVING LICENSE. Hope that I'll be able to get my driving license before October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! This shall mark the history of Leonard's life as of 4th August 2008!&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you again in the next post to be updated.&lt;br /&gt;This is Leonard once again..&lt;br /&gt;wishing to have a wonderful a day and may you be blessed by tagging!&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-6268682973552963408?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6268682973552963408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=6268682973552963408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6268682973552963408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6268682973552963408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-guyz-for-those-who-saw-me-today-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-7647472988129342932</id><published>2008-08-02T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:32:01.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(250, 191, 143);font-size:10;" &gt;Today is certainly a much better day than yesterday! It all start off with my tuition kids. Their attitude towards mathematics had changed gradually as time passes. And I finally managed to create some hilarious atmosphere in the class. Ha! One of them laughed till it seems unstoppable. What’s interesting most is they’ve learnt some interesting facts about brain working!(from me.. haha!) I’m glad they’re starting to find learning interesting. But of course they’re not going to be any bookworm. They’ll still be the gamers as usual, but at least they know when’s the right time to put in effort to study! Hopefully they’ll score well in their PSLE. What’s best is that I told them that I’ll treat them to something good after PSLE so as to encourage them to work harder. Guess what? For the first time I completed the revision for today early! Way before the lesson end, in between still got some chit chat as well. Marvelous!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(250, 191, 143);font-size:10;" &gt;And I’ve made a new road discovery to my cousin’s house from Katong Shopping Centre! It provided me with lesser time spent on the public transport. How great! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I shall proceed on with that plan and see how things go. As that plan went smoothly for once doesn’t mean that it’ll be smooth for the rest of my life, right? So a few more try out is needed. Just like when doing some experiment in the lab. Oh, no wonder on the worksheet for lab during secondary school and even polytechnic, they always tell us to make several attempts in order to get the best accuracy. Now I think I got a deeper understanding of why we had to try umpteen times. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(250, 191, 143);font-size:10;" &gt;So, I proceeded to my cousin’s house. We had tons of fun during the class as well. Laughter filled the room, which cause me to worry as his mum (which is my “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;小&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(250, 191, 143);font-size:10;" &gt;姑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;母”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(250, 191, 143);font-size:10;" &gt;is right under the room(living room) for I’m still giving tuition. Well, he’s too engrossed in asking me to play with him at the playground with him after tuition ended and meet some of this other friends as well. I’m fine with it actually, but what really matter is that my attire will cause me to have difficulty to play with him. Maybe it’s time for me to get my shorts back from one of my classmates’ house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(250, 191, 143);font-size:10;" &gt;Well, that’ll be also that if I have the time to play with him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(250, 191, 143);font-size:10;" &gt;Completed my tuition, phoned Amos and had quite a good chat with him. During the journey back home, he eased the pain in my mind (not literally). Really thank you a lot! Although I don’t think he’ll be here, doesn’t really matter actually. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(250, 191, 143);font-size:10;" &gt;This day shall mark the history of Leonard’s day as of 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; August 2008.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(250, 191, 143);font-size:10;" &gt;Thank you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(250, 191, 143);font-size:10;" &gt;TAGG!!&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-7647472988129342932?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/7647472988129342932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=7647472988129342932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7647472988129342932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7647472988129342932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-is-certainly-much-better-day-than.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-6029267986478532076</id><published>2008-08-01T06:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:58:48.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Finally done with my paper!! Whoo~&lt;br /&gt;It’s been kinda hectic this few days..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually I still have 2 more papers for me to stress, but I have confidence in passing that 2 papers. True, pass is not going to get me anywhere far, certainly I’m going to do something to improve my result(hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;Alright, a little update on my life..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;My sister had just found a copy of heroes of might and magic III game! Just then, I was searching for this game too because I’m bored of studying.. need something to cheer myself up. You know, I’m not sure if you are feeling this way too.. There’s for sure something that you’ll not be able to share with other people. And when you encounter it , you’ve to deal it solo. It doesn’t really matter if you can’t understand as this is just a brief description of why sometimes I’m having ‘headache’. Either that or I’m too isolative. I can’t get myself to share my thoughts with other people very well.&lt;br /&gt;I will say that life is pretty great. For this life that’s given to me by my biological mum, I won’t ask for anything more. I’ll have no regret for if I can’t get what I want as she’s given me the best thing on earth that I can ever have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And of course all the good that my step-mum could have not done for me(but she did!). I seriously appreciate that, that’s why I’ll always try to be there for them whenever they ask me to.&lt;br /&gt;As for Valarie, Jeremy and Daron. I miss you guys! Every day in class, I will at least think of you people at least once. I’ll seriously look out for the next outing organized. All the lovely memories that the three of you had created are worth recalling(even those dull moments and those up and downs.. haha!). We always sacrifice time, or even things which are hard to sacrifice, we still take it out for one another. That’s one thing I’m proud of them! This 3 people are certainly my life partners for sure even we may not be in good term, but I know that’ll not happen. As we are always in good term! Yupx!&lt;br /&gt;As for my newly wed third wife! You are not left out certainly, As you just joined my realm, there’s still more for me to find about you! And I believe we will be just as good husband and wife&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there for me all the time. As in, you guys seems to be there for me 24 hours. I’ve no idea how did you people did it but.. you guyz are like.. superman and woman.. nono.. lady! ahaha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Sometimes, when I hear certain song, it remind me of that certain someone or group of people. For instance, I’m going to list some of them that I can remember here:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Simple Plan-I’m just a kid&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(219, 229, 241);"&gt;My Thai buddy! -&gt; Pat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Liang Shan Po Yu Zhu Li Ye&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(219, 229, 241);"&gt;Bleahx!(Valarie, Daron, Jeremy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Tian Tian Ye Ye&lt;span style=""&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(219, 229, 241);"&gt;Valarie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Almost any anime Jab song&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(219, 229, 241);"&gt;Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;At the beginning &lt;span style=""&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(219, 229, 241);"&gt;Daron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;My will(Inuyasha)&lt;span style=""&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(219, 229, 241);"&gt;Brainer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Folklore for band&lt;span style=""&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(219, 229, 241);"&gt;Greenview Symphonic Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I believe&lt;span style=""&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(219, 229, 241);"&gt;Gary and his orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Kenny G or Richard C. recording&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(219, 229, 241);"&gt;My biological Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Tong Hua&lt;span style=""&gt;                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(219, 229, 241);"&gt;My step-mum and biological mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Celine Dion Songs&lt;span style=""&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(219, 229, 241);"&gt;My biological mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Any old Chinese song&lt;span style=""&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(219, 229, 241);"&gt;My step-mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;旋律&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(219, 229, 241);"&gt;Weiyu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(219, 229, 241);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, it’s not only one song for some of them. I just use 1 song in representative of them. My apology if I left anyone out as my memory isn’t&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that wonderful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Without saying, I definitely have some depressing moments. However, like a vow I’ve made to myself, I’ll try not to put it here unless it’s inevitable. As depressing my blog seems, I shouldn't make this blog worst by including more negative side of me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I didn’t really update much as I wanted to, but I hope this will be able to compensate for my long absence. I’m on the bus 154 now, getting home for my heroes III. The bus just departed from Paya Lebar. Hehee..&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy the read through.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;It’s been great to have you here, The moment you’ve spent is worth acknowledging. So to end, please allow me to recognize the effort from you by tagging at my tagboard!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day ahead!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-6029267986478532076?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6029267986478532076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=6029267986478532076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6029267986478532076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6029267986478532076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-done-with-my-paper-whoo-its_01.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-8803537488867843548</id><published>2008-07-27T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:31:25.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I received this email from my dear. And I thought that it's meaningful and will be great to share with people around the world. Hence, it's in my blog! Here's it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Around the corner I have a friend,&lt;br /&gt;In this great city that has no end,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,&lt;br /&gt;And before I know it, a year is gone.&lt;br /&gt;And I never see my old friends face,&lt;br /&gt;For life is a swift and terrible race,&lt;br /&gt;He knows&lt;br /&gt;I like him just as well,&lt;br /&gt;As in the days when I rang his bell.&lt;br /&gt;And he rang mine but we were younger then,&lt;br /&gt;And now we are busy, tired men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Tired of playing a foolish game,&lt;br /&gt;Tired of trying to make a name.&lt;br /&gt;'Tomorrow' I say! 'I will call on Jim&lt;br /&gt;Just to show that I'm thinking of him.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,&lt;br /&gt;And distance between us grows and grows.&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner, yet miles away,&lt;br /&gt;'Here's a telegram sir,' 'Jim died today.'&lt;br /&gt;And that's what we get and deserve in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner, a vanished friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Remember to always say what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, tell them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Don't be afraid to express yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.&lt;br /&gt;Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Seize the day. Never have regrets.&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have&lt;br /&gt;helped&lt;br /&gt;make you the person that you are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;keep on smiling guys(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-8803537488867843548?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/8803537488867843548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=8803537488867843548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/8803537488867843548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/8803537488867843548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-received-this-email-from-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-7416254335640292527</id><published>2008-07-08T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:26:32.035-07:00</updated><title 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-931799638510045027</id><published>2008-07-08T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:22:59.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s144.photobucket.com/albums/r189/leonardfirst/his/?action=view&amp;amp;current=delete.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r189/leonardfirst/his/delete.png" alt="blog" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-931799638510045027?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/931799638510045027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-2201607451955267775</id><published>2008-07-03T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:52:51.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've updated! hehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been cold so far, even then. There's so many thing in my head that's just not for meant for others to hear. Sometimes, I'm just sick of trying to be understanding towards people. I really hope that there's an angel that I know who will guide me through out my life. And that this angel is a spirit that can only communicate with me. And the feeling of both sadness and happiness coming together at once isn't very nice. I guess that's what I'm feeling most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was just telling one of my friend, or rather classmate that, if only human in the world can live without emotion. That way, human will grew up learning to do things mercilessly. Human beings will also extinct fast as well. Why am I always so vulnerable? I've ask myself that question umpteen times. As usual, always hoping for someone who can provide me with strong loyalty and dependency. I'm sincerely praying for a 'change' of heart for me. I do not wish to stay in this world waiting for such "angelic" person of mine for fear that I'm not that fortunate to meet such a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, I guess that's all that I'll blogged. That's my current feel for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-2201607451955267775?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/2201607451955267775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=2201607451955267775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2201607451955267775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2201607451955267775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-had-been-cold-so-far-even-then.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-7648744122341211012</id><published>2008-06-17T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:01:38.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So sorry for not updating for so long. Finally done with my Ngee Ann Polytechnic concert. Been staying overnight at one my closest classmate's house. Well, if you're here, it's not boring staying in your house. No worries;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm really glad that I've met quite a few nice people in my life. You know who you are. Currently, schedule still not as free. I guess it's because I love music more than almost anything else? Another thing it's because my time is packed with spending time with this "few nice people".&lt;br /&gt;Kindly excuse me for not updating this blog in the future, as I've no idea what to update. Wait till I've know what to write will then post it here. As you can see that I'm typing so randomly. Alright, Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-7648744122341211012?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/7648744122341211012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=7648744122341211012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7648744122341211012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7648744122341211012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-sorry-for-not-updating-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-163134194775585769</id><published>2008-05-05T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:43:31.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my polytechnic school now, having a tutorial. Just had my math class test 1. I'd forgotten most of the formulas! Gave all my guessing there, hopefully I can at least get a pass. Suppose to do online revision now, did till the part where the teacher taught. The rest is A-math! How sad, can't continue.. Can only resume my revision one week later.&lt;br /&gt;haha, one last thing before I go off, I find all the lecturers way of speaking is very unique. To me most of them spoke like foreigners. And one of the lecturers actually play Frozen Throne!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-163134194775585769?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/163134194775585769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=163134194775585769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/163134194775585769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/163134194775585769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/05/updated-im-in-my-polytechnic-school-now.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-1605077641305037556</id><published>2008-04-05T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:24:17.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea, thanks Daron for creating a smile on my face today. You knew that I'm having a hard time wiping that smile off my face, and thus created a lot of jokes to cover them all. Really thank you! But an inner feeling revived even greater within me. I know that she's the one, however, so many 'but' related question roaming in my head. Anyway, just want to say thanks to Daron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is specially created for a girl who made my day that seem rather perfect: Daron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-1605077641305037556?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/1605077641305037556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=1605077641305037556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1605077641305037556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1605077641305037556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/04/yea-thanks-daron-for-creating-smile-on.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-2718888300520627543</id><published>2008-04-04T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T19:50:01.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's love?</title><content type='html'>I guess my definition of love is just so different from others. For all the view points of mine that I'd shared with others, it had caused the tendency of having sounded like my idea of it is always on the contrary. It seems like many have the idea that there's a need for a guy to complete all his necessary first movement where the female will just tail along, in the case of both who are acceptable to one another. At times I really wonder, is that because of the way one is being brought up with possessing that thought. Not to make this arguable, this is just what I wish to voice out. I just get very annoyed when I heard a girl said, "this is what a guy should do first". Certainly, I didn't show the annoying feel. I mean, is that a rule set within the boundaries of  yours? Seriously, I thought that is suffocating. If ever I share this to anyone, it is always expectable to hear the listeners said that," so in your point of view it should be the other way round?". If ever any reader here have this thought (to be frank) currently, I'll have to say that there's a complete misunderstanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-2718888300520627543?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/2718888300520627543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=2718888300520627543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2718888300520627543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2718888300520627543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-love.html' title='What&apos;s love?'/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-9146706289859783788</id><published>2008-03-28T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:32:19.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what made me want to write this little poetry of mine which I doubted that it's well versed for all. It's been a dreary day thinking of so many things, for which if all not pertaining to relationship, will be a joke. Here's it ( if you feel uncomfortable even before reading it, I'm not forcing you) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A brave heart for once,&lt;br /&gt;Is what I best tried.&lt;br /&gt;A hurting heart for twice,&lt;br /&gt;Is what I best void for.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the wish that pray,&lt;br /&gt;Is the forgiveness of pain.&lt;br /&gt;In the wish that prayed,&lt;br /&gt;Came the chance to beg.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A ray of perplex ness,&lt;br /&gt;Shine from the heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for the dark&lt;br /&gt;Is the brightness!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wide as my arm spread,&lt;br /&gt;Wide as my feelings revealed!&lt;br /&gt;How great it is to know you,&lt;br /&gt;How miniature it is to not ask..&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/1262282831402514979-9146706289859783788?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/9146706289859783788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=9146706289859783788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/9146706289859783788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/9146706289859783788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-know-what-made-me-want-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-3616039627155289783</id><published>2008-03-22T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T04:56:36.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; web of our life is of mingled yarn,&lt;br /&gt;good and ill together.&lt;br /&gt;-William Shakespeare-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-3616039627155289783?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/3616039627155289783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=3616039627155289783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3616039627155289783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3616039627155289783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/03/t-he-web-of-our-life-is-of-mingled-yarn.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-9183934836217738106</id><published>2008-03-21T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:18:02.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, and now I'm here to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; joyous moment that I wish to mark here was what happened on Daron's birthday in Seoul Garden. It was the most touching moment when those staff sang a birthday song to Daron( refer to her blog for greater details). Both of us were touched by the way it's been done, even when I'm not the one targeted. However, it'll be more complete with the presence of one of our dearest brother: Jeremy Yeow. It won't be good either if he were to skip his church gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;wo&lt;/span&gt; sad moment which I always have a hard time dealing with. First was Valarie, she's attached. Not to mention, I suppose she knew that I'm not very happy about it. Anyway, she had accepted his love before I could have any say. I guess the rules that we had initially came out with, is really too hard for her to obey. Somehow, I just feel that I have no power to control anymore. Thank you for still able to regard me as your brother verbally as words. As stated in my messenger personal message: " r u 2 who are attached still dependable as promised? Certain things are just so irrefutable.."&lt;br /&gt;Well, if she hadn't gone into a relationship, I wouldn't have teach myself that family is always the most important one that a person, at any one time, should not relinquish it like something which you want and you go for it, discard it when not in use. But that was something which my previous girlfriend had taught me so as well I suppose. I'd ever thought of asking her to patch up again, but when I saw Ka Jun's personal message: "Why Should you be Number one, When im treated like number 2?" I thought that it's a silly idea so. And that's the second thing which I always had a hard time (dealing with that feeling of mine).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-9183934836217738106?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/9183934836217738106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=9183934836217738106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/9183934836217738106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/9183934836217738106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-and-now-im-here-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-6027504311940258437</id><published>2008-02-16T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T10:20:58.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, many things happened since the date of the previous post till then. First, came my birthday. Certainly, I had lots of memorable moment spent with 'Bleahx' for the reason that we don't get to meet each other that often anymore. Be it boring or just starring at each other, it's something that I will wish to jot down here in memory of the time spent(inclusive of other happenings).&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, make a trip down to meet my dad and had breakfast with him at 'Ikea'. Initially, he started my day well. Till the very moment when we all sat down and started eating, came the topic pertaining to money matters. He just made me feel like I'm starting to waste my time there.Luckily, I wasn't being drawn in to that conversation. If ever, there will have some unforeseen temperament of me. Thank goodness we went off early, and had ample of time to travel to the meeting place for me, Valarie and Jeremy. Took the bus service no. 3, and what kept me in thought during the journey was where should I alight? At Valarie's house or Tampinees Mall? So I took a glimpse at the current timing, it's about 11:40. Too early for me to await their presence at Tampinees Mall. Guess you know what's my decision made. Alighted at Valarie's block. Phoned her and she was still busy doing her preparation, entered her house and waited for her. I was too eager to see the four of us gather, so whilst waiting for Valarie I called up Jeremy to check if he's done when it's only 1150 hr. Alright, no other interesting occurrence except that I kept on fooling Valarie in her house. Within an hour, we met Jeremy at Tampinees interchange. Boarded the train. Soon after, Daron joined in at Bedok. We made our way to Orchard, delving for this particular restaurant titled 'NYDC'. Had our lunch there. And had our stomach filled to the maximum I guess, certainly I did. Following after was time for shopping spree! Due to poor memory of mine, couldn't recall what happen till the time when we were on our way back. The four of us were busy brainstorming what will the fastest way be for all of us to reach home on time. So, due to time constraint, we had to split ourselves up. Since it's only Daron and Valarie who wanted to go back home to get something, I accompanied Daron back home whilst Jeremy will be tailing Valarie. After which, me and Daron will cab down to somewhere nearby Valarie's house. And headed off to Pasir Ris Interchange. During the taxi ride, when all of us had gathered, we had another discussion made. Since I wanted the four of us to have a ring made while waiting to meet Glenn, Valarie requested to play dance dance revolution with Daron. So we proceeded as per requested, me and Jeremy will be responsible for the rings. Never did both the guys thought that we need their fingers diameter to be measured and we just make assumption as to what kind of ring suits Valarie's and Daron's finger. Soon after, the ring was made. Both me and Jeremy made our way up to the arcade place. Waited for them till Glenn called, through the phone, he just reached. Had no choice but to leave Valarie and Daron first since they were too engrossed with their playing. Jeremy followed along. And so we waited for Valarie and Daron near the passenger service there till when I'm starting to get impatient, decided to queue at the bus terminal first. Thank Goodness they finished their game and ran to us, where we were halfway towards the waiting queue. Due to bad congestion of traffic, journey in the bus wasn't smooth at all. What really happened badly during the journey was that after we had boarded the bus, the bus just had an unexpected halt when we were about to reach my house. And the cake fell to the floor. Furthermore, it's only realized that the cake is in a bad condition when we were preparing for cake for the 'singing session'. Well, Daron cake saved me. Or else I had no idea what to do since there's going to have a "singing-session". Really want to thank Daron for her wonderful effort for making that cake. From what I know is that Daron woke up very early just to make that cake. Really appreciated the great work done. Basically, they had dinner in my house, together with my sister's boyfriend and some of my brother's friends, and some gambled too! (sister and brother went clubbing with their respective company who attended my birthday celebration)At about 3am, all of them left except for Glenn. Had quite a good chat with him over the night. Actually, I was about to fall asleep when my brother and sister came back from clubbing. I'm quite unsure if Glenn realize that, as when I was about to shut my eyes, my brother called out my name. Till morning 6-7pm than we had our sleep, in my study room. Dragged a mattress in there. And both of us just fell asleep. Until about 8am, Glenn woke me up to open the door for him as he have to leave. And that's end of my birthday celebration details. The rest are not to disclose, for some fun that I had with Bleahx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the breakup of me and my previous girlfriend. There's many things that I will say about her for the breakup, so I'll not state what exactly the reason was. The only thing I guess I can say is that I prefer to be single, unless or otherwise miracles happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a birthday dinner with my kins relating to my real mum. It's my first time having seen all this relative for the first time in this 18 years of life. I was in extreme nervousness as my distance got drawn nearer to those people whom I had seen for the first time. Really had a hard time trying to calm myself down. So the only thing I could do is do answer every question ask. Nevertheless, finally I can get to meet up that aunt that my mum always mention about. She's my "Xiao Yi". I had a great time chatting with her through out the dinner, and only her did I spoke to. How bad when it's my gua-mu(in Teochew/ Hokkien) birthday. Oh yes, we had our dinner at T2 breeks. How I wish we can have more of such gatherings. Really love that time spent, I felt home then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How excited am I going to express that I finally bought a jacket that I had wanted to have it by myself for long. I went to Vivo again with my brother, met my sis an hour later. Bought it at Zara. The price is almost equivalent to four days of my working salary I suppose. That jacket is for formal and informal occasion just by a change in the way you wear that Jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apology for not having update for so long. And so this is the post before the next one comes in. Thank you for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-6027504311940258437?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6027504311940258437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=6027504311940258437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6027504311940258437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6027504311940258437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/02/alright-many-things-happened-since-date.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-5574366023906040661</id><published>2008-02-01T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:50:10.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Special thanks for Valarie and Jiaqi for making such a lovely cake themselves. It looks like a log cake together with strawberry toppings. Certainly, there are other ornaments used to embellish as well. I'm in lost of words when I saw that, everything just came in so abruptly. What a great surprise I would say! In addition, I would like to edit the list of people whom I'd invited to my birthday celebration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(BLEAHX)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(BLEAHX)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremy(BLEAHX)&lt;br /&gt;Jiaqi(EX-BLEAHX)&lt;br /&gt;Glenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(HSBC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shu Ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(HSBC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(HSBC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenneth(HSBC)&lt;br /&gt;anybody who wish to join please let me know! Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person whom I will like to give thanks to is Chelsa. For all the time, I couldn't find a perfect time to have her birthday gift bought. Yet she had given me presents for the year of 2007 and 2008, just for my birth anniversary! How nice! Thank you Chelsa! In addition, may I make a request of u telling me your birth date? (In order for me to clear my guiltiness, ha!) Nevertheless, your presents given are greatly appreciated;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this colleague who I have not known for long, had greatly aided me in areas inclusive of relationship. He, or rather his family, had given me a set of Majong tiles. Each time keep me company when shopping at Vivo, what a good brother he is. There's nothing more I can ask, for he had superfluously gained the satisfaction of mine. Just wonder how am I going to repay him back his kindness. Oh yes, and you should know his name: Glenn;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having my reunion dinner later, how have I enjoy this very day so much when it's only the beginning. For 2nd February 2008 shall mark the day of my happiness that still delights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-5574366023906040661?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/5574366023906040661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=5574366023906040661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5574366023906040661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5574366023906040661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/02/special-thanks-for-valarie-and-jiaqi.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-164754784519409778</id><published>2008-01-30T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T05:36:15.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gladly, 2 pooh bear was bought from mini toons specially for Valarie and Daron. No intention of self-egoism was there for having such initiative. I was only hoping to see more happy faces around me. If money really is the way for me to see people smile, I guess I'd no choice  but to earn more. How I wish I can live in a world which was known by (the name of)Crystal that money can't buy happiness. But of course, another reason which made me having the thought of buying that for them is that, I hope that pooh bear will be in replacement of me during my absence to cheer them up. Really hope to having the smiling faces to be there all the time even when they're home.&lt;br /&gt;Valatine day is the upcoming 'celebration', which was also called "friendship day"(told by my buddy), according to the calender after Chinese New Year. I'm in all perplexing mood when shopping for that gift, for that very special someone. Or rather, in all dilemma. It's been a dreadful day now and I believe this is going to be so for the rest of my day. For now, I regretted having not company her to her tuition place after work despite having her telling me that she had a headache.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I always think that I'd been the worst in making any initiative. Be it friends or not, I find it hard for me to be the one making the first move.  To put it bluntly, I lack of all the courage that a normal man have, but rather the possession of a weakling female-like heart.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough of my nonsense. Next stop: My Birth Anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People whom I've invited:&lt;br /&gt;Valarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(BLEAHX)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(BLEAHX)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremy(BLEAHX)&lt;br /&gt;Glenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(HSBC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shu Ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(HSBC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(HSBC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenneth(HSBC)&lt;br /&gt;anybody who wish to join please let me know! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-God Bless-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-164754784519409778?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/164754784519409778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=164754784519409778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/164754784519409778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/164754784519409778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/01/gladly-2-pooh-bear-was-bought-from-mini.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-6330499706466816103</id><published>2008-01-24T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T07:14:49.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really wonder if she had chosen the right person? Or is it that I'm accustom to having woo by others? If this is so, what a person of this gender have I been? If only I can hear just some nice words that's just from her heart relating to the both of us only. Am I pondering too much or am I right to worry for all this?&lt;br /&gt;Well at least having my com recovered, that makes my day! One sad thing though, all my composed songs that were being saved in this computer were lost. Same goes for my photos as well. At least I got a computer that seems rather brand new after the reparation;) It's all a new beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-6330499706466816103?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6330499706466816103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=6330499706466816103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6330499706466816103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6330499706466816103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes-i-really-wonder-if-she-had.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-8203184094003917711</id><published>2008-01-19T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:13:19.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" I am the poet of the body and I an the poet of the soul,&lt;br /&gt;the pleasures of heaven with me and the pains of the hell are with me,&lt;br /&gt;the first I graft and increase upon myself,&lt;br /&gt;the latter I translate into a new tongue "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Walt Whitman -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-8203184094003917711?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/8203184094003917711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=8203184094003917711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/8203184094003917711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/8203184094003917711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-poet-of-body-and-i-the-poet-of.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-1598947272100687885</id><published>2008-01-11T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T10:33:10.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will really wish to mark this day, 12 of January 2007, when the time at 12:34 was wonderfully spent. She had gained the satisfaction of mine superfluously. If only the time was stoppable then, I guess it's one of the best moment spent ever! I'm really exhausted now, but having this post being here is what I'm more concern of now. How nice will it be to be able to eye her a few more minutes, and it'll seem like as though I'd stopped the time. Alright, I'm getting some rest now. Please pardon my absent in blogger at any one time when you find that I'm not updating my blog for this day that you'd last visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-1598947272100687885?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/1598947272100687885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=1598947272100687885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1598947272100687885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/1598947272100687885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-will-really-wish-to-mark-this-day-12.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-6779222728353284669</id><published>2008-01-08T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T06:52:12.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After work today, came back home and realized that this is my first time reaching home at eight plus! Astonished as I was, I was also busy thinking about certain matter. Very unsure of whether I should carry on with the plan of my own.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, visited Valarie's and Daron's blog not long ago; same for the bleahx! blog as well. As usual, this will be my standard operating procedure if I were to be online at my blog. Daron, updated her blog as though she only visit blogger once in a lifetime. Valarie, updated her blog daily; it seems like this is her daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the tiredness which I'm suffering currently, I still came to update my blog. So all visitors please be honored that I did so for the beautiful sake of you. Just for one request, TAG! -&gt; my board.&lt;br /&gt;Weather currently in Pasir Ris appeared to be a cooling night for Pasirian to have a good night sleeping due to the heavy downpour. Same goes for places like Yio Chu Kang if I'm not wrong as my colleague's house is located there. And we seemed to be broadcasting weather condition to one another.&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I'm taking my rest! Hope you don't mind! Have a good night and a good day ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-6779222728353284669?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6779222728353284669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=6779222728353284669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6779222728353284669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6779222728353284669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-work-today-came-back-home-and.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-4948472386478982171</id><published>2008-01-06T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T07:41:57.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally updating my blog! Honored? ha! Alright, it's been fun working days so far. Nevertheless, it isn't to the extend that it's not stress at all. I've been asked to switch job with someone, and I did so unwillingly. Nether did he. So we both made a request to our assistant manager saying that we prefer our current job. And she said that she will want us to try each other job's first for the reason that if one person absent there's still another person to take over. It's pretty tough to do 2 people job in just a day. Or maybe I'm just not good at it.&lt;br /&gt;Just vet through Valarie's blog. I feel quite honored each time somebody mentioned my name. Valarie, hope that you did read this portion! Went to Tampinees Mall and to coach Valarie in some of her homework. We had quite a few fun moment spent. Anything just refer to Valarie's blog will do, as it'll be a repeated section. I went to courts in search of an "Itouch" but, it's sold! How unlucky! But never mind. Till now I'm actually still wondering if I should wait till the "Iphone" is out or just wait till I've save sufficient monetary value so that I can purchase that wonderful "Itouch". Meanwhile, Valarie also accompanied me to "Popular" as I was searching for this CD titled "Piano Rock" if I'm not wrong. It's really an awesome album which amazed me just by the advertisement previewed on television. However, that isn't my main focus for now. My main focus is how to get that Itouch/Iphone for now, or any other better mobile that have similar functions at lower cost.&lt;br /&gt;I've a colleague in HSBC who had convinced me that entering NAFA should be the perfect choice for me to pursue my dream of becoming a musician. However, when I spoke to my mum about it, she had complete objection to it! I'm really extremely furious with her and I certainly didn't even want to speak anymore words. Neither did my brother support me as well. But the situation is, not who support who. But rather why are they having the mindset that musicianship is not what somebody like me of this age should have. It's ridiculous, for them to think that being a musician will not earn sufficient money for myself and family. This really infuriates me! I wouldn't admit that I detest them a lot. But for certain points which they've made did made sense too. Even then, I don't feel that they have the right to forbid me when they do not find enough evidence to prove that what they said currently are of actual facts in reality. In addition to that, they have no knowledge about musician being a career.&lt;br /&gt;But what make sense to me pertaining to what they've mentioned was that I should at least have a better career so that I can pursue my dream easier with easy money to invest in music. Honestly, I don't understand why are my family members thinking this way when they know that I detest study a lot and music is something which I will want to strive hard for. It maybe that they will want me to have a brighter future. But I feel like telling them that, whose life is it to destine my journey of life. Yet they said that it's experience which boost them with sufficient confidence to come and tell me this. At the same time, I can also tell that my brother really care about me that's why he said all this to me. I also don't wish to disappoint him but now I'm really in a dilemma. Can somebody please help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-4948472386478982171?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/4948472386478982171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=4948472386478982171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4948472386478982171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4948472386478982171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-finally-updating-my-blog-honored-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-5738241013000317857</id><published>2007-12-22T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:01:21.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyz! Christmas coming!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all visitors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bought 3 edible gifts for Jeremy, Valarie and Daron. Had been brainstorming ideas as to what to buy for the three of them for the past few weeks. Unfortunately, no ideas impress me at all. So I strolled passed this shop on the last day of work for this week and saw something not as impressive but presentable as a gift. And so, I bought!&lt;br /&gt;And I was warned by my colleagues that I've been spending too much without getting my first pay for this job. And I responded. " Oh, is it?" For that, I've planned not to spend as much starting next year. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that it's only a few weeks to next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing that I wish to update, for the rest, no other intention of having it updated here in the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-5738241013000317857?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/5738241013000317857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=5738241013000317857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5738241013000317857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5738241013000317857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2007/12/heyz-christmas-coming-merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-6458770563925852690</id><published>2007-12-14T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:09:51.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Saturday! Now I finally feel the greatness of Saturday when I don't have to work. It's been a stressful week, pretty fun though. I think I'm mad, ha ha ! Mainly because my working peers said that I seems to be working and working non-stop. Part of the reason was due to giving my supervisor a good impression. But whether it'll aid me well, I've doubted it long ago. Another reason which pertain to me working like an insane person was that I don't wish to do things halfway. Due to this, I forwent some of my lunch. And the worst is that there will always be continuous updates till 2000 hr daily. Nevertheless, my position is quite a risky one for me as by committing one minor mistake will lead to a major problem immediately. After which, I'll be retrenched. But thank goodness so far everything was alright. This means that I've got to work overtime almost everyday, but the pay wasn't bad after all so I'm totally fine with it. But one big worry for myself: I feel that my body is deteriorating day after day. I think I got to do something about it soon.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I've been uploading songs into the office computer from my PC so that I'll be able to distress when listening to those songs. Gladly, my supervisor only warned me not to have it on too loud.&lt;br /&gt;However, one sad thing for not working on Saturday: I'll not be able to pay a visit to my mum's place. Wonder how's she since the day I knew she's ill. I also miss my little brother George! And certainly three other sisters.&lt;br /&gt;My house phone break down!! I can't call out except for using that little speaker. And that's the only phone working at home now. The cordless portion of the phone is spoiled as well, how unlucky! But never mind, still I have my mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update at the moment, this update was done as requested by DaronXD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-6458770563925852690?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/6458770563925852690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=6458770563925852690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6458770563925852690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/6458770563925852690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-saturday-now-i-finally-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-4053356360407103299</id><published>2007-12-09T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T14:39:53.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work work..hsbc here I come!!</title><content type='html'>Yea! Off to work in 29 mins time! I'm not very much excited though. I'm extremely tired even before I enter the workplace, what's going on with me? I guess the coffee that I drank the day before was unexpectedly strong to the extent that I had a hard time putting myself to sleep yesterday night. Even in the morning, I woke up at 0430. Wondering what is wrong with my body system. I tried to remain still on the bed or in any other position that comforts me, but it doesn't work at all. I ended up lying on bed till 0500. Aunt came in to wake my brother up. I couldn't find any other things to do but to brush my teeth when my brother was supposedly to be the first one using. He had no choice but to wait whilst loitering around the kitchen. Brushed my teeth and carried the lightest dumb-bell ever, can't remember the weight. Alright, the rest will update if I remember. Got to go now, enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-4053356360407103299?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/4053356360407103299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=4053356360407103299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4053356360407103299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4053356360407103299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2007/12/work-workhsbc-here-i-come.html' title='work work..hsbc here I come!!'/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-2175576574556437444</id><published>2007-12-07T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T20:17:04.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony Mann</title><content type='html'>" Perhaps only music, the most immediate of all arts, can fully convey the innermost feelings of sorrow and joy. There is an innate truth in the language of music which no words, however eloquent, can equal "&lt;br /&gt;-Anthony Mann-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-2175576574556437444?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/2175576574556437444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=2175576574556437444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2175576574556437444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/2175576574556437444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2007/12/anthony-mann.html' title='Anthony Mann'/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-7416766620249704766</id><published>2007-12-04T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T01:47:01.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! I'm starting work next week, starting Monday morning. Till now I've no idea what I'll be dealing with over there. But one matter which seems a little irony is that my supervisor-to-be had yet not seen me and she/he signed up the year end party for me already. Neither had we been conversed as well. I suppose that was my cousin's initiative as well. I'm perfectly fine with it though.&lt;br /&gt;In this afternoon, I had just received call from my dad. He's currently in Shanghai, just finished his tournament in Japan. I had no idea what will he be dealing with other than his Karate business there. This especially came the thoughts of having him together with that girl who had created a chaos in my family, in Shanghai. When that imagination came to my mind upon hearing his voice, I couldn't put myself in a very satisfying mood, for not hearing his monotonous voice after such a long period of separation, for long. After all he's still my dad, so I tried to show some concern as if I still cared about him. I did so for the only reason that my sister did not seem to possess any grudge on him when speaking to him. For that, I certainly can't deny that I detest a lot on what he had once did. I guess I almost get myself into extreme perplex and sorrow person. Thank goodness, I was fully occupied by the band piece which I had finally completed my transposition but I've not finished the piece yet due to the number of soloist to take into account is not being made known to me at the moment. Another thing which came to occupy my time was the creation of Daron's blog skin. Really apologize Daron that I, who had originally wanted to make a new blog skin for you doesn't seems to appear in the way that I wanted. Nevertheless, I had posted it up. Feel free to phone me the moment you've read this portion so that I can give you the address. It doesn't really matter if it does not attract you as it did not even turn out the way I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of asking Daron and Valarie to come to my house since my aunt had actually made the 'Soya Bean' which Valarie favor it very much. However, in return of a call, both of them can't make it due to the already planned activities.&lt;br /&gt;I am suppose to discuss with my brother something concerning the website &lt;a href="http://www.efl-cruz.com/"&gt;www.efl-cruz.com&lt;/a&gt;. And he ended up telling me that he wants to visit his school in the noon and to postpone that to night. I'm actually a little upset due to his last minute change of mind. When things like that are inevitable, I just bear with it as it's a pointless judgment to prove my &lt;span class="shw"&gt;infuriation. I'll just obey as asked.&lt;br /&gt;If only certain love that I want is on sale, I guess I'll be crazy over it. Even if that love can only last for less than an hour. Even if it don't last for eternity, it certainly improves my satisfaction of life. Great enough, the love that is present on Earth is free. But what really meet the requirement of possessing that, it's really deep within the meaning of unconditional love. It's not the words, but the way one define it. Even if many of this definition  were copied by many people, when it's being said with their heart, it's something that's ineffable and only to the person who they wish this to be delivered to will comprehend that. Others will only watch with jealousy or with disgust. What happen when love die? Can one ever have a similar person who will be walking into their love life next?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've been pondering too much on things which I can't possibly have forever.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm thinking of what my step-sister had once told me that life don't seems to be so much of in the way that she want. I wonder how to put it into words where life is without your real parent around. She thinks that I'm fortunate, I think that she's fortunate. Certainly it's too early for her to judge herself. Even though that was said long time ago, I still remember it very well. And I suppose I'm going to ask her again when the time is ripe.&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/1262282831402514979-7416766620249704766?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/7416766620249704766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=7416766620249704766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7416766620249704766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7416766620249704766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-im-starting-work-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-840422981987318481</id><published>2007-11-30T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:50:45.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greenview Symphonic Band had just ended their very first investiture. It was their first time so I guess we could not expect much. But they had certainly did a great job! I'm sure nobody would want their concert to be uninteresting. It isn't an easy program and it requires an enormous amount of energy as they had to play song whilst carrying out the investiture. If possible I would strongly encourage the future committee to work in collaboration with the council as that will increase their standard. Ms Yip the band director of Greenview Symphonic Band, who possess the professionalism of directorship, had led us well in many areas and music is definitely one that will not be left out.&lt;br /&gt;What really happened during the concert was the moment which was becoming dreary. So me and Valarie, together with her friend named Alicia decided to clap so as to forbid the ennui of the audience. Amazingly some of the guests clapped along. I really detest the condition of the hall which I believe already put the audience not in a very impressive mood. Furthermore, the acoustic was terrible. But as what Ms Yip said, having this event held in school will be better as it is a home-affair episode.&lt;br /&gt;Following after, when majority of them had left the school, those who were still in school wondered what to do with the leftover food. Ended up having Valarie and Mr Ong having those put in a plastic bag. It doesn't really looks good on anybody when carrying that while having ride on a public transport vehicle. So Valarie took a cab home, whereas Mr Ong and I went to the nearby 'Shop&amp;amp;Save' to collect a plastic bag from a cashier.&lt;br /&gt;And so I reached home, wanted to phone Daron but there were no answer upon the calling process. I'm afraid she maybe asleep as she had just completed her netball camp.&lt;br /&gt;May I make a special request of having any visitor to tag the tag board, even if you are a stranger, you are also cordially welcome but please no other advertising except for blogs please! The reason which I do not put a counter there was because I felt that that would stress certain visitor from coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-840422981987318481?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/840422981987318481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=840422981987318481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/840422981987318481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/840422981987318481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2007/11/greenview-symphonic-band-had-just-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-4821501330346053894</id><published>2007-11-28T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:58:58.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a dreary day so far. Nothing really interest me except for the browsing of the photos in my mum's 'my space'. Had just completed what I wanted to accomplished for today. Early morning, my cousin messaged to my mobile phone notifying me that according to his information obtained I'm confirmed to work at HSBC starting 10th December. But according to recruit express I had receive no call, which indicate no confirmation from there yet.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that, my aunt(maid) kept on pestering me to sleep as I possess the tendency of having the computer on as and when I need to release my ennui. It's so odd that I've just woke up for a few hours and she ask me to sleep again anyway. I could easily interpret that she's tired anyway, she's been doing chores for a couple of hours. This is what I replied, " I don't wish my time to be wasted just like that." As if I'm doing something worthy of, but actually I do feel that whatever that I was doing previously was indeed worthwhile but I can't mention anything pertaining to what I did here as it's a special gift to certain people.&lt;br /&gt;Valarie's proficiency in aiding people in search for job was indeed great! Within a day spent, Jeremy managed to get a job starting on the following Monday. I'm glad that he got a temporary job to hold on to whilst waiting for the Junior College to start which is in about 4-5 weeks time if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Wayne is currently selling Laptop at expo hall 5. All the prices were amazingly low, about $999.  Do check it out!&lt;br /&gt;Wayne kept on asking me if I'll be buying as I had given him hope that I will buy I suppose, even then I don't think I'll be the one making the trip down. My mum will be the one, as she's in need of a laptop. But she wants to consult her hubby first. Really feel guilty that Wayne seems to put so much confidence in having me buy it. Nevertheless, I'll try to promote on behalf of him as well. I guess he knew that I've been wanting a laptop as well, what a good predictor.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt(real) just phoned me just now, trying to ask me to persuade my grandpa to drink the purified water instead of the water that just came straight from the tap as it isn't healthy to drink it that way. I'm glad that she at least have the heart to care for her parents despite all her evil doings in the past. Nonetheless, I had doubt as to why my grandpa prefer not to drink it. I guess I know the reason but it isn't confirmed. I guess my grandpa had certain grudge on her which is not specifically known to anybody yet. But I will try my best to ask him so.&lt;br /&gt;It will be band investiture tomorrow, wonder how will it be like. Though the idea seems to have duplicated from council, there are many areas where they differ as well.&lt;br /&gt;It's my dad's birth anniversary yesterday. He called back home when only aunt was present. He asked her if we were all alright. At least he asked. But I just can't get over having him commit an affair outside.  It's really a deplorable doings.&lt;br /&gt;As I was typing this blog, the smell of mum's dog saliva just can't be removed from any unknown place which I had no idea where is it. I guess it's on my skin as it bit my hand real hard such that there were marks on it for quite a while. It's pretty gross smelling that all day long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-4821501330346053894?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/4821501330346053894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=4821501330346053894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4821501330346053894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/4821501330346053894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-dreary-day-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-3291003039866719514</id><published>2007-11-28T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:55:26.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I manage to pick out a few hours to spend at the beach alone this night. I've been waiting for this moment for a very long time. At the start walked in to Pasir Ris Park, I felt something eerie. But I was not afraid and I continued strolling as I no longer bother about my own life at that point of time. I arrived to one vacant shore happily, enjoying all the sound produced in the beach which relaxed my tension very much.&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to think about all the issues which I used to ponder sadly over for and decided to do all the wailing if necessary but the moment I reached there, all the stress were amazingly cleared. But that doesn't mean that all the stress which had just cleared will not be back once I leave the beach. Recently too many things just happened again, and I can't possibly name out all as that would bring back some undesired tension.&lt;br /&gt;When I was on my way home, I messaged Valarie. Was thinking of asking her to call over, but since the night was about to end in 6 more hours or so, I decided to let her have a good time resting.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but my presence seems to be more trivial to some of those people whom I wish that they would give me some attention, as time progress. I suppose I can't expect more than what was once already given. When the tide is getting higher, the sea level is extremely close to me where I sat on the shore. At that time, I really feel like sliding down, and float to where ever the wave is capable of bringing me to.  If I would die just like that, I wonder how big will the impact be on other's life. Certainly either not at all or appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;Really had an extremely great time with my real mum today, actually the day before according to the time now. This is my first time enjoying outings with family. For the past, I would even thought that it's all almost like a burden to me. I really love kids as young as my step little brother named George. He's really fun to be with! For that girl whom I've spoken to during my ride with her at East Coast Park, I do see a change at that point of time after what I've told you. If you ever see this, please remember to maintain that way. Trust me, it'll bring you greater good in the future. Hope to see the 4 Gs soon again. They are the best siblings ever! ha! So does those staying under one roof with me. I hope that our intimacy are improving positively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-3291003039866719514?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/3291003039866719514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=3291003039866719514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3291003039866719514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/3291003039866719514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-i-manage-to-pick-out-few-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-7953433448719240541</id><published>2007-11-27T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T04:17:18.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah! Just finished modifying my blog layout! Love my new design. I know that it's 'emo', but that's the inspiration that I had today which got me into having a new blog. I had reorganized my song as well. The main reason which I thought how the inspiration had actually came about was the deserted feel that I have this few days  even then. Anyway, I had also included my favorite songs from IMMEDIATE MUSIC! Really love this new design more than my previous one, ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-7953433448719240541?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/7953433448719240541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=7953433448719240541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7953433448719240541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/7953433448719240541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2007/11/yeah-just-finished-modifying-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262282831402514979.post-5104550599769989989</id><published>2007-11-26T23:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:16:28.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New blog!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1262282831402514979-5104550599769989989?l=blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/feeds/5104550599769989989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1262282831402514979&amp;postID=5104550599769989989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5104550599769989989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1262282831402514979/posts/default/5104550599769989989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwingsinthefly.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>meLeonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760122576476678962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWI2pyp3jE/TiHcBoTcMYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lAKEIhKXo3A/s220/Picture%2B0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
