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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05698903508412892907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459179.post-105687648589073299</id><published>2003-06-29T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T16:48:05.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://always.simplystunning.net/ target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src=http://always.simplystunning.net/glass/full.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is the glass half full or half empty?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first week of holidays pass by like the car passes by a tree on the long winding road. I never really gets to enjoy the beauty of it. It passes by to quickly and hurriedly, as though rushing to get on the next plane.&lt;br /&gt;This holiday doesn't seem like a real holiday. I don't know. The whole day long, I'm doing my maths revision homework, loads and loads of them. I never seems to be able to finish them. There's just too many of them. However, I know I have to finish them. The O's is coming, I have to do well for it to get to the top JCs. And the only way to do well is to work hard for it, there is no shortcut. Just like red wine, the sweet sensation only comes after you tasted the bitter. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, think of the bright side, at least I don't have to go to school early in the morning for these 2 weeks. I can get more sleep. At least I don't have to sit in that hot and stuffy classroom for the whole day until my butt is numb. But my room is just as hot and stuffy. hahax. At least I can walk around whenever I want. =)&lt;br /&gt;Well, holidays? Not too bad afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459179-10561659426070816?l=petrolstation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459179/posts/default/10561659426070816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459179/posts/default/10561659426070816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrolstation.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#10561659426070816' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05698903508412892907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459179.post-105616489959491364</id><published>2003-06-21T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T11:08:19.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wgryph/quizzes/What%20Finding%20Nemo%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wgryph/1054601114_nnemoframe.gif" border="0" alt="You are NEMO!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Finding Nemo Character are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459179-105616489959491364?l=petrolstation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459179/posts/default/105616489959491364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459179/posts/default/105616489959491364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrolstation.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105616489959491364' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05698903508412892907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459179.post-105565268858111116</id><published>2003-06-15T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T13:09:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People change. Sometimes, to think about it, change is such a scary thing. To change for the worst, that's even worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that I have changed. According to them, I have become bad tempered, angry over small things and argue over the slightest things. However, that's not what I think. &lt;br /&gt;I think that I am just aggressive. As in when I don't believe in what people say, or our ideas about crash, I will go all out to tell them what I think. Maybe I'm kind of loud when I fight for my own beliefs. But that's only me. They can't do much about it. That's why I don't think I have changed. Even if I did, it is only for the better, as I have my own thinking, a mind of my own. I know what I want and I fight for it. That's good I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not much worry about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459179-105565268858111116?l=petrolstation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459179/posts/default/105565268858111116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459179/posts/default/105565268858111116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrolstation.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105565268858111116' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05698903508412892907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459179.post-105495306122168374</id><published>2003-06-07T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T10:31:01.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>often i am at crossroads, at a lost of where to go. the right way, the left way, or just go straight ahead. the many options given to me make me unsure of what i really want. i ponder and i think hard, for many times, yet still unable to make a decision. maybe i should just think lesser and be more impulsive sometimes, so that i can make my decision. if not, i will always me stumped and rooted to that spot at the big traffic junction, and nothing gets moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459179-105495306122168374?l=petrolstation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459179/posts/default/105495306122168374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459179/posts/default/105495306122168374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrolstation.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105495306122168374' title=''/><author><name>brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05698903508412892907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
