<?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-3665164235873202536</id><updated>2011-07-31T07:32:02.662+08:00</updated><category term='Utterly disppointed'/><title type='text'>Isaac</title><subtitle type='html'>Wishes to be a simple person. A too complicated life ruins your happiness. Very Warm Welcome to my blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653172317009861876</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665164235873202536.post-4134099913054299153</id><published>2010-02-05T18:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:20:33.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utterly disppointed'/><title type='text'>After a long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hello there, whoever is stalking this dead blog of mine. I haven't been active in posting so here I am again. My new school is near perfect. Its just the administration that isn't up to standard. My fifth week here just ended and I still haven't got a reply whether or not I'm taking that particular subject. My physics teacher is leaving the school for some unknown reason. My additional mathematics teacher is having a schedule so screwed up that he will miss one lesson with my class every week. We only have three lessons per week for additional mathematics. How's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;     Two days ago, some of my classmates made a grave mistake. It was a free period since the teacher was on course for that day and they were walking around the class and talking so loudly that the teacher next door, a well-known "monster" came into the class after school and ticked us off. That wasn't the worse. The "monster" informed our form teacher, who is also our elementary mathematics/PE teacher about the incident. He decided not to teach us anything for the next few weeks until the first common test is over. I'm not sure if he's kidding or not but if he's serious about it then I think the class is screwed for the first test of the year. Well, I don't think I would fail the test though, since I am able to manage self-studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;     Oh, and yes, my new CCA seems kind of fun too. Well, its the third day of training after all. So I can't really see what is actually happening behind the stage. But I'm pretty positive about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;     A sudden thought came to my mind when I was walking along the pathway along a primary school. No, its not my former school. It was around 1pm and the school was just dismissing the students. I was walking but eventually got caught up by a group of primary school students, since they don't need to worry about rushing for time and all. I thought of becoming a primary school student again. I don't want to live in a world of falsehood and ugliness. Everything around when you're grown up seems so hypocritical. You never know when another person would stab you in the back without you knowing it. In the past, I would laugh at these young children whenever they do something stupid on the streets or public bus. Anywhere you can think of. But now, I actually envy them to be able to live in a world of innocence. When I was young, I could feel that whenever a classmate of mine made fun of me, it would probably be for fun's sake. But now, after I've grown so much over the years, I feel that people are offensive and harmful whenever they make fun of others. Take my classmates in both my former primary school and the school I'm currently studying in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;     When I was primary one, I had a classmate who was hard of hearing and needed a hearing aid in order to carry on with his studies or even daily activities. To be honest, we would sometimes make fun of him. But after that, we were still friends, true friends. We would still help him in any way possible after all that mocking. Ironical huh? But that's the truth. Now, I have a classmate who is a little bit slow in terms of communicating with other people according to my form teacher. The other classmates of mine would laugh at him behind his back, framing him for anything bad that happens, even talking to him in a sarcastic way. He knows that they are making fun of him. I can feel it. He gives that kind of awkward smile every time after the ordeals. I mean, not all of my classmates are so mean to him. Only a handful of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;     Well, there's nothing we can do to change this world. If possible, then the chances of succeeding would be so minimal. The world is corrupted. Dark. False. Two-sided. You see the good things most of the time. But behind your back, they're usually talking bad about you. Its a saddening truth about the society today. I've experienced this before. You try to befriend someone from your new class and out comes another person saying that you only want to feign a friendship and make use of him. That incident happened in secondary one. I almost lost faith in trying to make another friend. I thought that my way of befriending others was a great mistake. I can go on and on about this topic but I'm going to stop here since my dinner's already lined up on the dining table, waiting for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;     Won't be posting for quite a while unless something strikes me hard yet again, which seldom happens. See ya~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665164235873202536-4134099913054299153?l=isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/4134099913054299153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665164235873202536&amp;postID=4134099913054299153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/4134099913054299153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/4134099913054299153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/2010/02/after-long-time.html' title='After a long time...'/><author><name>Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653172317009861876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665164235873202536.post-9014758761080566575</id><published>2009-11-06T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:42:36.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>---</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Finally believe in what they say - You will never treasure what you have now until you lose it one day. Have always been complaining about how bad my teachers are and so on (no doubt I still see 1 or 2 of them as uncaring etc.). Now, I'm losing them. And I only started to realise how good they are/were after being announced a saddening fact. Haven't been posting since February this year. Obviously, I only post on significant events in my life, whether its a lesson or a turning point, hoping that I would refer to these posts if I do need another make-up lesson next time. Am trying to stop this addiction but its called an addiction for a reason. I've got to make up my mind now or never before its too late for another chance. Will be a distinct but tough choice to make though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665164235873202536-9014758761080566575?l=isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/9014758761080566575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665164235873202536&amp;postID=9014758761080566575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/9014758761080566575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/9014758761080566575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='---'/><author><name>Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653172317009861876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665164235873202536.post-57747156869808438</id><published>2009-02-26T15:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:36:14.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things happened these few days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;uesday, our chinese class went through forth chapter of the textbook (damn fast? yah right). It was on a story of a man and a woman who were planning to get married soon. The man was intending to send a letter to his mum who is in another country to tell her about it. But on the day when he was out with his girlfriend and was going to drop the letter into a mailbox just opposte the road, something bad happened. It was raining at that moment and the couple only brought an umbrella with them. His girlfriend then voluntarily said that she wanted to help him mail his letter. Then, the lady took the letter from him and crossed the road wanting to mail it. Just when she was crossing the road, a car at high speed knocked her down onto the road. The man had many thoughts running through his mind when he knew that his girlfriend was knocked down by a car, dead. I do not know how he reacted to the situation but only know that he had many memories flashing past his mind. So, if the same situation happened to you, the victim your close friend or even your family member, how would you react even if you already know that the person is already dead? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today, I saw a woman aged 40+ reprimanding a 5-7 years old child. She was scolding him because she saw that he threw some rubbish into the drain along the road. I overheard the scolding session. She was teaching him that it was wrong of him to do that and how and why he should mend his ways. Although the conversation only lasted a mere 5-7 minutes in the bus, I could tell that it was a very meaningful lesson in which he would normally not be able to attend in school since the teachers are usually so rush with their curriculum. I really admire the lady. She was reprimanding the boy in front of everyone in the bus even though she was not even related to him. She did not give a hoot whether the commuters on board were watching her or not. She just kept on teaching him about doing the right things. She was saying to the boy : "Do the right thing cos it is right". Though she seemed a little naggy, she just merely wanted to make the world a better place by changing how people act in their daily lives. When the boy alighted at one of the stops, another pair of 5-7 years old siblings came onboard. Then again, she seemed so kind and loving to the children. It may have seem like she was a pedophile to some, but I would call it...Trying to make the world a better place? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then again, I found out that my classmates are not that difficult to live with after all. Just some chats about random stuff although not sure of what to chat with them...Talk about studies? Nah none of them are really muggers. About TV programmes? Nope I don't really watch a lot of the. Computer games? Yah sure I can talk about how noob I am handling computer games. Nevermind...Typed enough for today. Bye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665164235873202536-57747156869808438?l=isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/57747156869808438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665164235873202536&amp;postID=57747156869808438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/57747156869808438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/57747156869808438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-many-things-happened-these-few-days.html' title='So many things happened these few days...'/><author><name>Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653172317009861876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665164235873202536.post-3051065355260209430</id><published>2009-01-01T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:54:57.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy new year all who reads this post of mine. New year, new start. I will work much harder this year conpared to the last. Has been taught a lesson and wouldn't want to face the tough consequence again this year. Anyways, happy new year all! Hope this new year will be a better year for all of you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665164235873202536-3051065355260209430?l=isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/3051065355260209430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665164235873202536&amp;postID=3051065355260209430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/3051065355260209430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/3051065355260209430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653172317009861876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665164235873202536.post-2542761149556256791</id><published>2008-12-16T00:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:28:22.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many arguements these few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sigh...so many break outs these few days. People leaving clan, some whom I even consider removing from friends' list...Can't they just have a little bit of EQ to know what's on a person's mind and how he feels?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In battle.net now, I am really pissed off when my "friends" come into the channel and start pestering me to host a game like as if it is only right that I do as they say...Some even start cursing and swearing once they don't get what they want. Its not like as if I must host since I am the only one who is able to host in that channel. Anyways, hope that these people will gain more EQ to know the other party's feelings when they start "ordering" people to do things for them. Its THEM asking US to do them a favour. They should be the ones having SOME courtesy to ask properly. I don't see much courtesy though...Sigh...Nevermind them. I'm tired. I'm weary. I'm beat. No point spending too much time on this kind of topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665164235873202536-2542761149556256791?l=isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/2542761149556256791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665164235873202536&amp;postID=2542761149556256791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/2542761149556256791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/2542761149556256791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-many-arguements-these-few-days.html' title='So many arguements these few days'/><author><name>Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653172317009861876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665164235873202536.post-2841917708448482624</id><published>2008-12-04T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:17:27.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I do at home now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am so bored at home right now -.- Nothing better to do everyday except days when I have to go back to school for band practise. On days when I am at home for the whole day, I tend to do the same usual stuff like watching TV programmes and playing computer games. Chatting is like...WT...around 6-10 people talking at the same time. One word to decribe it - noisy. Anyways, chat with me more if you have the time. I am rotting at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665164235873202536-2841917708448482624?l=isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/2841917708448482624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665164235873202536&amp;postID=2841917708448482624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/2841917708448482624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/2841917708448482624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-can-i-do-at-home-now.html' title='What can I do at home now?'/><author><name>Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653172317009861876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665164235873202536.post-2408721573080291327</id><published>2008-12-01T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:58:06.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this song all about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I really don't know why. But when i am feeling down and am listening to this music, I feel like crying. But when I am in a good mood, I have this feeling of peace and serenity... What is this called? I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665164235873202536-2408721573080291327?l=isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/2408721573080291327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665164235873202536&amp;postID=2408721573080291327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/2408721573080291327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/2408721573080291327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-this-song-all-about.html' title='What is this song all about?'/><author><name>Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653172317009861876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665164235873202536.post-3478600338570388675</id><published>2008-12-01T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:53:53.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't my friends get along?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sigh...so many of my friends cannot get along with each other...Some even hate one another...What can i do? I really have no idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665164235873202536-3478600338570388675?l=isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/3478600338570388675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665164235873202536&amp;postID=3478600338570388675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/3478600338570388675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/3478600338570388675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-cant-my-friends-get-along.html' title='Why can&apos;t my friends get along?'/><author><name>Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653172317009861876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665164235873202536.post-5462585931532367771</id><published>2008-11-28T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:50:11.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song for My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay! Finally found the song that I like. Listening to it makes me feel extremely relax and easy. I love it! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665164235873202536-5462585931532367771?l=isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/5462585931532367771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665164235873202536&amp;postID=5462585931532367771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/5462585931532367771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/5462585931532367771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-song-for-my-blog.html' title='New Song for My Blog'/><author><name>Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653172317009861876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665164235873202536.post-6449881420317251825</id><published>2008-11-24T03:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:08:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandcamp 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year's bandcamp was extremely different from last year's. It was more interesting. Filled with games and activities. Made quite a handful of friends (sec 1s). I came to know more about some of the sec 2s. Many new games were introduced into this year's camp. Overall, this year's bandcamp is one of the best I have ever had since sec 1. If there is any sec 4s from the band reading my blog, all I have to say is - Good Luck for your coming year! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665164235873202536-6449881420317251825?l=isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/6449881420317251825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665164235873202536&amp;postID=6449881420317251825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/6449881420317251825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/6449881420317251825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/2008/11/bandcamp-2008.html' title='Bandcamp 2008'/><author><name>Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653172317009861876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665164235873202536.post-647937273751064110</id><published>2008-11-24T02:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T02:57:45.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New design for blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lol...after getting some help from my friends, I finally got a new design for my blog =) I also added some new gadgets. Rather interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665164235873202536-647937273751064110?l=isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/647937273751064110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665164235873202536&amp;postID=647937273751064110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/647937273751064110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/647937273751064110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-design-for-blog.html' title='New design for blog'/><author><name>Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653172317009861876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665164235873202536.post-2501991897115259305</id><published>2008-11-23T17:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:40:02.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Opening of Isaac's Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello. Just wanted to try out blogging and so, created a new account for a blog. May not be an active one...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665164235873202536-2501991897115259305?l=isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/2501991897115259305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665164235873202536&amp;postID=2501991897115259305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/2501991897115259305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665164235873202536/posts/default/2501991897115259305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-wishforpeace.blogspot.com/2008/11/official-opening-of-isaacs-blog.html' title='Official Opening of Isaac&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653172317009861876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
