<?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-6059729</id><updated>2011-12-14T11:56:54.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scribble</title><subtitle type='html'>If you are reading it, i don't know how you stumbled on it. There's nothing left in my to read, its all but an empty shell so you can take your leave.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofriend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofriend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bryant</name><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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059729.post-116447817748814688</id><published>2006-11-26T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T02:09:37.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You got any interesting place you wanna go to? i wanna take a breather, chill out, feel youth, and maybe inspire my mind with some new stuff so that i can feel innovative againzIf not do you know where i can sit down enjoy a cup of drink for very long time and sit there think...other than my home of course, i need to see traffic flow, life, everything to give me energyHome is the only answer i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116447817748814688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116447817748814688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofriend.blogspot.com/index.html#116447817748814688' title=''/><author><name>Bryant</name><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-6059729.post-116334356306374139</id><published>2006-11-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T02:47:42.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Life. Origins of that choker named "Faith, Hope, Desire"What will it be like when i am 21? Living with an angel? Enjoying under the "tree of knowledge"?...or would i have ended living already and resigned to my so called "fate"?...Who can give me an answer? Where is my life leading to? (I'm nowhere).I have been searching for passion (some would call it love too) for years already."The passion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116334356306374139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116334356306374139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofriend.blogspot.com/index.html#116334356306374139' title=''/><author><name>Bryant</name><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-6059729.post-116309554864317381</id><published>2006-11-10T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:48.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People have always asked me why am i so bent on making a name or creating a legacy. A few simple reasons that are inside me that i shall state here in case i get lost or forget these:1. Only the rich have the capability to donate huge amounts of money to charity or move the world to help these needies.2. I want to create tons of jobs for this country that i grew up on.3. I want to be a source for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116309554864317381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116309554864317381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofriend.blogspot.com/index.html#116309554864317381' title=''/><author><name>Bryant</name><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-6059729.post-116309542153545022</id><published>2006-11-10T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:03:41.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to a seminar in the evening today. Been slacking for almost a week already ever since my phone started being cranky and then...broke down. Getting to love seminars. They always have freebies, new insights, and most of all positive moving energy. Each new seminar i go to i learn new things and most importantly they reaffirm again and again the thoughts in my head that are pushing me towards </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116309542153545022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116309542153545022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofriend.blogspot.com/index.html#116309542153545022' title=''/><author><name>Bryant</name><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-6059729.post-116300629336915680</id><published>2006-11-08T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T01:18:13.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad Day. Screwed up the whole day.Handphone went cranky. At times screen upside down and at times it can blackout for minutes. Don't know who's called but i can answer phone and ends up being like rude when i ask:"and may i know who's this over the line" and gets a reply XXX Sir la! Cant reply messages too and pretty lucky to be able to read it at times. Other than my dear phone, i pretty much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116300629336915680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116300629336915680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofriend.blogspot.com/index.html#116300629336915680' title=''/><author><name>Bryant</name><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-6059729.post-116290912093134144</id><published>2006-11-07T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:36:36.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, blogging in office now.Woke up today feeling much better and refreshed than yesterday when i was moody and gloomy as if it was an overcast sky again. Thanks R for the listening ear the last night. You really helped me alot. Glad to have you as a friend.Today, well, refreshed but supposed to be chieonging and full of energy but somehow the weakness in me is still there. I procrastinated. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116290912093134144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116290912093134144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofriend.blogspot.com/index.html#116290912093134144' title=''/><author><name>Bryant</name><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-6059729.post-116274357756048222</id><published>2006-11-05T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:19:37.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am tired finally. Tired of pushing myself. Been asking myself what are my goals and what are my dreams since almost a month ago. Interestingly every setback that i experienced never impacted me at all until these 2 days. I really wish to find out what are my true goals and dreams in life so i will stop charging like an endless energiser bull.However, until i find out about real goal and dream, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116274357756048222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116274357756048222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofriend.blogspot.com/index.html#116274357756048222' title=''/><author><name>Bryant</name><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-6059729.post-116266804157818589</id><published>2006-11-05T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T03:30:25.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another full moon night. Its been ages since i blogged. The previous occasion was also a full moon night years ago.Went pub with vj classmates at night and drank a bit and now a bit tipsy. I took a big detour and walked around my estate just to let myself think and i did thought alot.My old self came back to me while i was tipsy. These were what my old self told me:LISTEN, why are you working so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116266804157818589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059729/posts/default/116266804157818589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofriend.blogspot.com/index.html#116266804157818589' title=''/><author><name>Bryant</name><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>
