<?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-4982920594626594820</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:21:29.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the empty carnival.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</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>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-4076206710807454525</id><published>2009-05-22T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:12:45.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;I HAVE MOVED TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLENNTAUBENFELD.TUMBLR.COM   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me, you'll love it. cause im damn hell loving it now. woohoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-4076206710807454525?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/4076206710807454525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-moved-to-glenntaubenfeld.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4076206710807454525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4076206710807454525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-moved-to-glenntaubenfeld.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-5403702073291789341</id><published>2009-05-21T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:23:43.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back on today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShV8nsZNT-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kzqg_i_rXo4/s1600-h/5___converse_by_guitar_by_moezja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShV8nsZNT-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kzqg_i_rXo4/s400/5___converse_by_guitar_by_moezja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338309954691223522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a dilemma. I like my current blogskin but the quality of the images suck big time. HOW? hahaha. Can someone save me? I wanna post pics from my camera.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i shall blog in point form today yay because my mind is stucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. today was graduation. i'm not like extremely overjoyed because no fwens came and support. but Sab came to take a pic! that was pretty naissss! Emily too! But i shall not post up the pictures cause the quality of blogger is abhor to the max.&lt;br /&gt;2. i went to FROLICK &amp;amp; AWFULLY CHOCOLATE with Sab &amp;amp; Graciie! (: velly happy.&lt;br /&gt;3. i am very inspired to write a song now.&lt;br /&gt;4. and my dad just gave me 100bugs. yay. zaijian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-5403702073291789341?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/5403702073291789341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-back-on-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5403702073291789341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5403702073291789341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-back-on-today.html' title='looking back on today'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShV8nsZNT-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kzqg_i_rXo4/s72-c/5___converse_by_guitar_by_moezja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-606807867893673798</id><published>2009-05-20T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:28:59.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When i was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said, "Son when you grow up, would you be, the Savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned? Because one day, i'll leave you, a phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join the Black Parade."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-606807867893673798?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/606807867893673798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-was-young-boy-my-father-took-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/606807867893673798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/606807867893673798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-was-young-boy-my-father-took-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</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-4982920594626594820.post-7562207910059417852</id><published>2009-05-20T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:57:49.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we've got 4minutes to save the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShQlqryLLaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/YW3bMUTlGZQ/s1600-h/this+is+not+a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShQlqryLLaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/YW3bMUTlGZQ/s400/this+is+not+a4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337932873578786210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i visit Brandon's blog, i see that he truly wants the best for the school and the student body. We need people like him. Not people who are running for the fame and popularity, that will soon be losing that passion. So, vote for Brandon Lee, again. And seeing how he manages his long distance relationship is pretty inspiring as well. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-7562207910059417852?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/7562207910059417852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/7562207910059417852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/7562207910059417852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_20.html' title='we&apos;ve got 4minutes to save the world'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShQlqryLLaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/YW3bMUTlGZQ/s72-c/this+is+not+a4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-6249631759721206455</id><published>2009-05-19T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:33:27.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will you choose to follow your heart or your better judgment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-6249631759721206455?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/6249631759721206455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/will-you-choose-to-follow-your-heart-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6249631759721206455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6249631759721206455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/will-you-choose-to-follow-your-heart-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</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-4982920594626594820.post-2710775896158585362</id><published>2009-05-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:00:36.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grace said that even when i'm serving NS, i still got em, and we can meet on the weekends. Cause we were on the topic of friendships and that its quite uncertain.  &lt;3333333333 so nice to have friends like this. I lurbs you many many, Grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-2710775896158585362?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/2710775896158585362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/grace-said-that-even-when-im-serving-ns.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2710775896158585362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2710775896158585362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/grace-said-that-even-when-im-serving-ns.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-4968731158668478392</id><published>2009-05-19T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:53:43.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and at the end of the day, love is what holds us together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShLv9qZza5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/zt_SkWH3i6s/s1600-h/PB_S4_Intro.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShLv9qZza5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/zt_SkWH3i6s/s400/PB_S4_Intro.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337592351021034386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have completed my prison break series. You gotta watch it man i tell you. Even though the last season was a drop in viewership, the ending was a good one. Even though it was fictional, but watching how Michael &amp;amp; friends come so far, being through so much, it makes me feel for them. And thats how it's a successful drama. I'm so gonna make my kids watch PB next time. I love how it makes me reflect on life. When some people out there just want nothing more than freedom, we have it right here in front of us. We should really cherish what we have before we lose it. And freedom is often taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I thought that the words on Michael's tombstone was really heartfelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband, Father, Brother, Uncle &amp;amp; Friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-4968731158668478392?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/4968731158668478392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-at-end-of-day-love-is-what-holds-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4968731158668478392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4968731158668478392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-at-end-of-day-love-is-what-holds-us.html' title='and at the end of the day, love is what holds us together'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShLv9qZza5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/zt_SkWH3i6s/s72-c/PB_S4_Intro.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-8484940823672241850</id><published>2009-05-19T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:40:41.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say i'll always be a friend, took an oath, imma stick it out till the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShLZ4k4-I3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/2AexFDLav_E/s1600-h/DSC_3801_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShLZ4k4-I3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/2AexFDLav_E/s400/DSC_3801_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337568074385990514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShLZqS9jZ2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/zWUCFNdx8Gg/s1600-h/DSC_3801_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShLZqS9jZ2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/zWUCFNdx8Gg/s400/DSC_3801_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337567829055203170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today despite being laughed and teased at. I shall remember the naiss things! (: Latif bought a guitar for his younger sister. Oh my, if i'm a girl i'll marry him. He's dope to the max. Awesome brother man. And i saw Lingwei at Tamp 1! Omg happy to the max sia we is going to eat supper this week i don't care yay. Then she texted me, "so happy to see chewwww" totally made my day! Haha, so we ate Subway today and i'm velly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE RANDOM TEXTS FROM FWENS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-8484940823672241850?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/8484940823672241850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/say-ill-always-be-friend-took-oath-imma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8484940823672241850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8484940823672241850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/say-ill-always-be-friend-took-oath-imma.html' title='say i&apos;ll always be a friend, took an oath, imma stick it out till the end'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShLZ4k4-I3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/2AexFDLav_E/s72-c/DSC_3801_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-4670046050914734967</id><published>2009-05-18T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:00:14.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you and the glass affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShHaaCHm7mI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3d5EDscvPkA/s1600-h/4439_80696260661_591640661_1974833_36553_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShHaaCHm7mI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3d5EDscvPkA/s400/4439_80696260661_591640661_1974833_36553_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337287174190984802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week i am meeting a bunch of photographers for an outing and its called the "Glass Affair". Hopefully i'll be able to learn a tip or two from the veterans. Raffles area then maybe towards Tiong Bahru. Old shophouses woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-4670046050914734967?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/4670046050914734967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-and-glass-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4670046050914734967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4670046050914734967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-and-glass-affair.html' title='you and the glass affair'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShHaaCHm7mI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3d5EDscvPkA/s72-c/4439_80696260661_591640661_1974833_36553_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-608624421671295398</id><published>2009-05-18T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:40:12.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't look back in anger</title><content type='html'>take one step back and think. Glenn. Think. Because you would need to save everyone else. Look out, it's a beautiful world out there. Indeed. Thank you Sab (: and i'm so much more than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-608624421671295398?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/608624421671295398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-look-back-in-anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/608624421671295398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/608624421671295398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-look-back-in-anger.html' title='don&apos;t look back in anger'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</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-4982920594626594820.post-6346333607129390481</id><published>2009-05-18T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:02:06.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if life is a canvas, i'll tear mine up right now</title><content type='html'>FML NO ONE CARES ABOUT MY FEELINGS AT ALL. ANYONE, JUST PICK UP A GUN AND SHOOT ME NOW. IM NEVER GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYONE. PEOPLE ASSUME EVERYTHING AND NOT CARE. IM EASILY FORGOTTEN. PEOPLE DONT APPRECIATE ME FOR THE THINGS I'VE DONE. IM ALWAYS REMEMBERED FOR MY FLAWS AND NEVER MY GOOD POINTS. SO MANY YEARS OF TRYING TO BE A GOOD PERSON. I SHOULD WASTE MY LIFE AWAY.  DRUGS ALCOHOL AND CIGARETTES. NEVER TOUCHED THEM. MAYBE I SHOULD NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF THERES ONLY ONE PERSON WHO CARE, TELL ME. NO ONE PROLLY READS THIS SPACE. SO FML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-6346333607129390481?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/6346333607129390481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/fml-no-one-cares-about-i-feel-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6346333607129390481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6346333607129390481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/fml-no-one-cares-about-i-feel-at-all.html' title='if life is a canvas, i&apos;ll tear mine up right now'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</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-4982920594626594820.post-2751692695212273242</id><published>2009-05-18T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:43:56.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we're all hostages to our own humanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShGA9uu3akI/AAAAAAAAAXA/iazm3w96iCo/s1600-h/Forgotten_signs_by_sunabora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShGA9uu3akI/AAAAAAAAAXA/iazm3w96iCo/s400/Forgotten_signs_by_sunabora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337188831415724610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all hostages to our own humanity. And its true that, some will seek forgiveness while others will escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-2751692695212273242?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/2751692695212273242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-all-hostages-to-our-own-humanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2751692695212273242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2751692695212273242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-all-hostages-to-our-own-humanity.html' title='we&apos;re all hostages to our own humanity'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShGA9uu3akI/AAAAAAAAAXA/iazm3w96iCo/s72-c/Forgotten_signs_by_sunabora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-5806576883867365171</id><published>2009-05-18T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:12:09.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rockwell avenue st 71</title><content type='html'>I guess we should be thankful that living in a small city allows us to reach our friends easily. Compared to those people who has friends who live across states. Start to be thankful. Today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-5806576883867365171?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/5806576883867365171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/rockwell-avenue-st-71.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5806576883867365171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5806576883867365171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/rockwell-avenue-st-71.html' title='rockwell avenue st 71'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</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-4982920594626594820.post-3167554407470550077</id><published>2009-05-17T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:45:45.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay together for the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShBzkPHXGtI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GVh1KgZHqsc/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShBzkPHXGtI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GVh1KgZHqsc/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336892624803928786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hwello virtual spacemen and spacewomen. i just came back from supper with aaron. RK house at chomps. Food was average but the catch up was great. (: talking about life, backpacking and photography. Too more row i shall meet eric and yingying for lunch and drink my favourite tehpeng from design canteen. Then tuesday i'll meet Grace &amp;amp; Sab to eat subway and frolick. Yay. Today i was quite in an angsty mood and i should not be. I felt bad being angry with Sab and she was feeling damn guilty. But it's not your fault silly! and i'm awright (: next time must stock up coke to chill the angstyness ah. Gd'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-3167554407470550077?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/3167554407470550077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/stay-together-for-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/3167554407470550077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/3167554407470550077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/stay-together-for-kids.html' title='stay together for the kids'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/ShBzkPHXGtI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GVh1KgZHqsc/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-3229340362452632626</id><published>2009-05-17T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:43:04.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these empty metaphors are in vain, cant you see that the grass is greener when it rains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sg_6VpMd23I/AAAAAAAAAWw/temckTzxBX8/s1600-h/And_this_is_Art__by_kheleksul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sg_6VpMd23I/AAAAAAAAAWw/temckTzxBX8/s400/And_this_is_Art__by_kheleksul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336759333199666034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Art is an extremely precious thing. I do not know what to classify it as because it may be a noun or a verb or sometimes coming alive to make its presence known. I'm very privileged that i'm quite a musical person. And i'm slowly learning one small aspect of visual art - photography. Art to me, are in 3 popular area; namely Music, Dance &amp;amp; the Visual aspect. Correct me if i'm wrong aye. Amongst these 3, i feel that music has the sole power to break down the walls inside a person; walls of hatred, rejection, fear or loss. Dance has the ability to express itself really well but most of the time requires again, the music accompaniment. Visual Art is a deep one. Photography tends to capture certain emotions rather than expressing. But what the artiste is feeling affects the result of the artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this modern day and age, we use these things to express our emotions, views on things that we thought we can never change. But you'll never know how, one song you write, one artwork you draw can change the world. Like how Jason Mraz wrote "I'm Yours" in a limited edition EP which God knows who even owns it. And the next minute, it became the Grammy Song Of The Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-3229340362452632626?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/3229340362452632626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/these-empty-metaphors-are-in-vain-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/3229340362452632626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/3229340362452632626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/these-empty-metaphors-are-in-vain-cant.html' title='these empty metaphors are in vain, cant you see that the grass is greener when it rains'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sg_6VpMd23I/AAAAAAAAAWw/temckTzxBX8/s72-c/And_this_is_Art__by_kheleksul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-6450736539467834121</id><published>2009-05-16T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:51:54.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sit with me, come and play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sg9bz6DzfFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/wz0CnPNhtaQ/s1600-h/DSC_3801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sg9bz6DzfFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/wz0CnPNhtaQ/s400/DSC_3801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336585030773996626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from my morning expedition. learnt something new! actually taking pictures in RAW format is so much better. Although the size of the file is so much larger. Well, i'm gonna get a bigger storage space card soon. Okay i should really head to bed nao. Gd'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-6450736539467834121?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/6450736539467834121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/sit-with-me-come-and-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6450736539467834121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6450736539467834121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/sit-with-me-come-and-play.html' title='sit with me, come and play'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sg9bz6DzfFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/wz0CnPNhtaQ/s72-c/DSC_3801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-851276160887544128</id><published>2009-05-16T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:27:59.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the warrior and the dragon's tail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sg8qCSA9dxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FpcSPXKwUnI/s1600-h/DSC_3009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sg8qCSA9dxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FpcSPXKwUnI/s400/DSC_3009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336530302141298450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello earthlings. I bet everyone's asleep at this hour. 5:09am. I'm gonna wait an hour more before i leave my house to snap some pictorial moments of the blazing sun. Breathe in the lovely air and feel the peace of Mother Nature. Rejuvenating. Oh and before i go, please remember to vote for Eric, Yingying &amp;amp; Jiahui if you're a design student! (: zaijian and good morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-851276160887544128?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/851276160887544128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/warrior-and-dragons-tail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/851276160887544128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/851276160887544128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/warrior-and-dragons-tail.html' title='the warrior and the dragon&apos;s tail'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sg8qCSA9dxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FpcSPXKwUnI/s72-c/DSC_3009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-158035952562858376</id><published>2009-05-15T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:37:20.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets watch the stars collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sg3C_hHyZ7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/QmiYwY7PVmA/s1600-h/DSC_3017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sg3C_hHyZ7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/QmiYwY7PVmA/s400/DSC_3017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336135529982486450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to cab down to marina barrage and meet the rest of the ClubSnap photographers for an outing at 6am. They were going there to sneak an attack on the sunrise. And capture it. Not literally of course. (: But i guess my bed needs me more. Haha, i know i'm a lazy bummer. Anyhow, i need a check on my temper. Don't know why i get emotional easily. I will go drink coke whenever i get offended or something. Heh. Good reflection. Enough for the night. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-158035952562858376?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/158035952562858376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-watch-stars-collide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/158035952562858376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/158035952562858376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-watch-stars-collide.html' title='lets watch the stars collide'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sg3C_hHyZ7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/QmiYwY7PVmA/s72-c/DSC_3017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-4945432599744225325</id><published>2009-05-15T05:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:29:45.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So i told you with a smile, it's all about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sg1eOoBLldI/AAAAAAAAAV4/9oPi362Y0Io/s1600-h/DSC_3621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sg1eOoBLldI/AAAAAAAAAV4/9oPi362Y0Io/s400/DSC_3621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336024738857457106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kittens for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello middle earth humans. whats up! Haha, today we busked in school to help some of em for their campaign. Pretty fun! Was so tired that i went back to sleep in lounge and saw these little kittens for sale (branda jiayi xinhui). Okay lets rewind this tape a little, yesterday i went to watch angels and demons! It was good! Considering all the phailed movies so far. The book was explained more in details though. Heh. I love the tuesday pompoms. The retarded things we do are amazing. But amazingly loving also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and and thanks for cheering me up when i felt really down just now!&lt;br /&gt;(: you you you you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-4945432599744225325?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/4945432599744225325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-told-you-with-smile-its-all-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4945432599744225325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4945432599744225325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-told-you-with-smile-its-all-about.html' title='So i told you with a smile, it&apos;s all about you'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sg1eOoBLldI/AAAAAAAAAV4/9oPi362Y0Io/s72-c/DSC_3621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-9218245278545964574</id><published>2009-05-14T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:40:27.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someday you'll see that everything is temporary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgxxqL7s0QI/AAAAAAAAAVo/DsvAfdPlg0Y/s1600-h/DSC_2649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgxxqL7s0QI/AAAAAAAAAVo/DsvAfdPlg0Y/s400/DSC_2649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335764628098830594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elections, Day 1. Posters up everywhere and competition seems tough. Tension adds on between friends and all. Sab was telling me how sad she felt about how this whole thing is going and all. Anyway, i'm addicted to "Oceans" by Weiwen a.k.a For This Cycle. Especially the part where it says that we're not the ones to decide the ocean and its rising tides. Lets ride with the waves now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-9218245278545964574?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/9218245278545964574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/9218245278545964574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/9218245278545964574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_14.html' title='someday you&apos;ll see that everything is temporary'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgxxqL7s0QI/AAAAAAAAAVo/DsvAfdPlg0Y/s72-c/DSC_2649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-9190636313653048213</id><published>2009-05-13T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:14:52.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll travel the world tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgsosRvF97I/AAAAAAAAAVg/OPtaoy8vnhQ/s1600-h/DSC_2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgsosRvF97I/AAAAAAAAAVg/OPtaoy8vnhQ/s400/DSC_2657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335402924690765746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A late night greeting to you Earthlings. The time is 4:10am now and i shall text Sabrina a "meow". HAHA. Okay done. I texted her a "rah" yesterday night at around this timing as well. I kinda burnt my hand while doing light paintings on my DSLR. And haji lane through the eyes of a camera is phenomenal. Feels like i've stepped into another world of its own. Of colours &amp;amp; beauty. You should try it someday. Ghastly in a mysterious way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am waking up to lunch with Sab and prolly Graciie &amp;amp; Izak. Aye. G'dnight little ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-9190636313653048213?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/9190636313653048213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-travel-world-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/9190636313653048213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/9190636313653048213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-travel-world-tomorrow.html' title='we&apos;ll travel the world tomorrow'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgsosRvF97I/AAAAAAAAAVg/OPtaoy8vnhQ/s72-c/DSC_2657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-6102247648636580874</id><published>2009-05-11T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:08:46.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they tried to kill chivalry but we got it all back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SghhelBDVkI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JnlzoWGRWsE/s1600-h/DSC_2205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SghhelBDVkI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JnlzoWGRWsE/s400/DSC_2205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334620936580847170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SghhRz2gcnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/AIz76fGzEes/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SghhRz2gcnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/AIz76fGzEes/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334620717224850034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA good friends pose same pose. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SghhObyiBnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/7wLu7o-AU14/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SghhObyiBnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/7wLu7o-AU14/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334620659226117746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgheZXdkB9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Eqcv29UUjFE/s1600-h/DSC_2142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgheZXdkB9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Eqcv29UUjFE/s400/DSC_2142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334617548508104658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SghdyIxKCTI/AAAAAAAAATw/AzUxs9lsi-Y/s1600-h/DSC_2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SghdyIxKCTI/AAAAAAAAATw/AzUxs9lsi-Y/s400/DSC_2194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334616874548857138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SghdMruoS2I/AAAAAAAAATo/7uCRf7OS4S8/s1600-h/DSC_2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SghdMruoS2I/AAAAAAAAATo/7uCRf7OS4S8/s400/DSC_2183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334616231098469218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SghdA9K3QhI/AAAAAAAAATg/dE9v69kotto/s1600-h/DSC_2072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SghdA9K3QhI/AAAAAAAAATg/dE9v69kotto/s400/DSC_2072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334616029621862930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Graciie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a few of us surprised Grace in school! Did some candles thingy and did a performance with Eric, her eyecandy. HAHA. Eric has a nice voice, 9 years in choir. LOL. Haha, i really feel that he was really generous to sing her a song, feed her with a slice of cake and give her a hug. DSC President jiu shi ni le Eric Sim! So here are some pics from my cam! Pity it died halfway during the celebration. C'yall. G'dnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-6102247648636580874?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/6102247648636580874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/they-tried-to-kill-chivalry-but-we-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6102247648636580874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6102247648636580874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/they-tried-to-kill-chivalry-but-we-got.html' title='they tried to kill chivalry but we got it all back'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SghhelBDVkI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JnlzoWGRWsE/s72-c/DSC_2205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-8016383026116975278</id><published>2009-05-10T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:08:20.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll write a song that turns out the lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgcAQuhR0dI/AAAAAAAAASg/7a-Xs23F_QI/s1600-h/DSC_1899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgcAQuhR0dI/AAAAAAAAASg/7a-Xs23F_QI/s400/DSC_1899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334232571009159634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgcAFJF6iWI/AAAAAAAAASY/PzgkLRsGeIU/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgcAFJF6iWI/AAAAAAAAASY/PzgkLRsGeIU/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334232371983714658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgcAAPFB7gI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fEHzhhIZ_pM/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgcAAPFB7gI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fEHzhhIZ_pM/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334232287691271682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sgb_8pZkY0I/AAAAAAAAASI/owm4N-wn9QU/s1600-h/DSC_1879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sgb_8pZkY0I/AAAAAAAAASI/owm4N-wn9QU/s400/DSC_1879.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334232226037261122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sgb_6FPMSeI/AAAAAAAAASA/j8iNNwB8Fws/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sgb_6FPMSeI/AAAAAAAAASA/j8iNNwB8Fws/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334232181970323938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgcAcrNNsiI/AAAAAAAAASo/GirJPioHbbw/s1600-h/DSC_1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgcAcrNNsiI/AAAAAAAAASo/GirJPioHbbw/s400/DSC_1963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334232776278127138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, today, today, today, today i got my long awaited DSLR!&lt;br /&gt;Rah. HAPPINESS LEVEL 999999 nao. Yay. HAHA. It's a Nikon D70! Anyhow, so my virgin trip with my new toy was to Ikea at Queensway! Hope you enjoyed the pichass by an amateur down here. Share the joy with me as i embark on my photography journey. G'dnight yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the size of the images are injustice. Click on them to see the real thing! HAH zai jian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-8016383026116975278?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/8016383026116975278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-if-you-jump-i-will-jump-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8016383026116975278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8016383026116975278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-if-you-jump-i-will-jump-too.html' title='we&apos;ll write a song that turns out the lights'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgcAQuhR0dI/AAAAAAAAASg/7a-Xs23F_QI/s72-c/DSC_1899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-5526851774974883646</id><published>2009-05-09T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T04:20:25.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope isn't something you create, it's something you let inside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgViKk2DdnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/oHF6XfCtWxs/s1600-h/Twloha_by_hiyaimshannon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgViKk2DdnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/oHF6XfCtWxs/s400/Twloha_by_hiyaimshannon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333777267518830194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers and the city waits outside our windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and she knows it. It hits me that she won't see this beautiful skyline for several weeks, and we'll be without her. I leaned forward and asked, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;what'd&lt;/span&gt; she say if her story has an audience. She smiles, "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and that songs has that special ability to reach beyond these high walls. Stories wait for endings but songs are brave enough to sing out when all they know is darkness. These words, written next to midnight, as hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago, Jon Foreman of Switchfoot wore the first TWLOHA shirt. At that time, it was nothing more to help a friend, tell a story. Chad Butler, drummer of Switchfoot wore it the next night. And then Deon Rexroat of Anberlin, for the next year. And more artistes like Paramore and some other great bands. The shirts were curious billboards and so wherever these bands went, the messages would follow- questions and confessions from folks wanting to learn to fight for their friends. It was conversations over lunch at the cafeteria, folks at work, strangers at the airport. "What does your shirt mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all wake to human condition. We all wake to mystery and beauty but also tragedy and loss. Someone smart once said that life is hard for most people, most of the time. But the vision is better endings. Restoration of broken familes and relationships. The vision is people finding freedom, finding life and finding love. The vision is a graduation, a wedding, a child, a sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;The vision is people becoming incredible parents, people breaking cycles, making change.&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone, and this is not the end of your story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along that night at Boca and this night where you are, our story bumped into yours. Thank you for being part of this love movement. It may sound stupid for most people, but being able to help someone in desperate times is something we can do to make this world a better place. Because TWLOHA-ians, this is how we roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: the title is from John Mayer's twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;font-family:verdana;font-size:11;"  &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/4982920594626594820-5526851774974883646?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/5526851774974883646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/hope-isnt-something-you-create-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5526851774974883646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5526851774974883646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/hope-isnt-something-you-create-its.html' title='Hope isn&apos;t something you create, it&apos;s something you let inside.'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgViKk2DdnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/oHF6XfCtWxs/s72-c/Twloha_by_hiyaimshannon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-8947145365613525249</id><published>2009-05-07T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:03:40.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah you bleed just to know you're alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgMgr6AB1EI/AAAAAAAAAQo/X3vQ7tQmb8g/s1600-h/3493245836_862f08d99f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgMgr6AB1EI/AAAAAAAAAQo/X3vQ7tQmb8g/s400/3493245836_862f08d99f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333142322412639298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhou just tagged me in a photo and in this pic, you're supposed to follow a set of instructions to get a totally random album artwork, band name, and album name. So here's mine! I think its extremely cool &amp;amp; fun but my friends can't be bothered to do it. BUT i think LYNETTE YING will do it cause she's my loverrrrrr. Yay. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-8947145365613525249?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/8947145365613525249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah-you-bleed-just-to-know-youre-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8947145365613525249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8947145365613525249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah-you-bleed-just-to-know-youre-alive.html' title='yeah you bleed just to know you&apos;re alive'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgMgr6AB1EI/AAAAAAAAAQo/X3vQ7tQmb8g/s72-c/3493245836_862f08d99f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-1985903224344914726</id><published>2009-05-06T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:09:06.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when everything's meant to be broken, i just want you to know who i am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgHPbvQf73I/AAAAAAAAAQg/-qKw-_SP1Y0/s1600-h/_signs_002__by_KittyBoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgHPbvQf73I/AAAAAAAAAQg/-qKw-_SP1Y0/s400/_signs_002__by_KittyBoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332771509232463730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sky is pouring as though it has lost a beloved. The blowing wind's wrath is upon this side of the town. I'm now blogging at the comfort of my haven on my fave pillow yay. So before anything, whats up little martians? Hope today was a tad different from the day before. Better or not. The rain reminds me of the video of when the band played "Iris" in the rain while the whole crowd sing to the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And i don't want the world to see me, cause i don't think that they'll understand. And when everything's meant to be broken, i just want you to know who i am. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am inspired to write a song like this nao. Go Glenn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-1985903224344914726?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/1985903224344914726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-staring-me-down-glance-makes-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/1985903224344914726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/1985903224344914726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-staring-me-down-glance-makes-me.html' title='when everything&apos;s meant to be broken, i just want you to know who i am'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SgHPbvQf73I/AAAAAAAAAQg/-qKw-_SP1Y0/s72-c/_signs_002__by_KittyBoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-3702941568243462420</id><published>2009-05-05T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:43:51.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the world party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sf_6CFkC30I/AAAAAAAAAQI/BwCpTTAnDgo/s1600-h/Random_by_tikal1230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sf_6CFkC30I/AAAAAAAAAQI/BwCpTTAnDgo/s400/Random_by_tikal1230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332255397589999426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to host an "end of the world party" when the day comes. Stock up little fireworks, snacks and a long list of invited guests. Haha, we'll sing and dance like we never did before. I'll steal some cars and we'll drive around town. Flood my room with marshmallows and cans of coke. And at the end of the night, we'll say goodbye to this planet. ( i secretly built a spaceship so we can all fly away. :D ) oh! i'll blast my home with classic tunes like Westlife and Backstreet Boys. Then there'll be favourite choruses and sing-alongs. YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if you're reading this, you're invited HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-3702941568243462420?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/3702941568243462420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-world-party.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/3702941568243462420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/3702941568243462420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-world-party.html' title='end of the world party'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sf_6CFkC30I/AAAAAAAAAQI/BwCpTTAnDgo/s72-c/Random_by_tikal1230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-6401860152068851477</id><published>2009-05-04T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:29:54.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll build us a time machine to the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sf_gnam9hiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lGCT5WfhbX0/s1600-h/Random_by_ShaeeLush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sf_gnam9hiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lGCT5WfhbX0/s400/Random_by_ShaeeLush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332227451592214050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats up kids from the neighboring planet? Haha, i've been hooked on to Restaurant City recently. Tsk. It's really quite fun despite my bad impression of Facebook games. So recently i've been writing songs, excercising, meeting friends for lunch and stuffs. I shall try and get a silver for my Napfa test and get a 2months off. So till then, it's gonna be hell training yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, it's strange when they say, they want a time machine to the past and relive their love lives, or whatever. I'd rather build one to the future, to know what it holds, and cherish the present. You coming with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-6401860152068851477?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/6401860152068851477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-build-us-time-machine-to-future.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6401860152068851477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6401860152068851477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-build-us-time-machine-to-future.html' title='i&apos;ll build us a time machine to the future'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sf_gnam9hiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lGCT5WfhbX0/s72-c/Random_by_ShaeeLush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-9143302379110107934</id><published>2009-05-04T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:40:05.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are more than most will ever know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sf_Xwy2GqjI/AAAAAAAAAP4/AS86T9NE5Ew/s1600-h/Old_Car_by_firheruwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sf_Xwy2GqjI/AAAAAAAAAP4/AS86T9NE5Ew/s400/Old_Car_by_firheruwen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332217717112351282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are more than most will ever know or find out. Its true. Oh wait, maybe you should try to find yourself back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-9143302379110107934?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/9143302379110107934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-more-than-most-will-ever-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/9143302379110107934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/9143302379110107934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-more-than-most-will-ever-know.html' title='we are more than most will ever know'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sf_Xwy2GqjI/AAAAAAAAAP4/AS86T9NE5Ew/s72-c/Old_Car_by_firheruwen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-2574532809584883648</id><published>2009-05-02T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:29:16.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come onto an adventure this summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sf1FAgH07rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XtJ4r6jG7h0/s1600-h/Unstoppable_by_zhoumlh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sf1FAgH07rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XtJ4r6jG7h0/s400/Unstoppable_by_zhoumlh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331493408801615538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;courtesy of my very talented friend, Zhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lazy Sunday afternoon. I've been sleeping in the morning the past nights, and i have to change this bad habit. Cereally. I'm listening to Remembering Sunday by ATL now, it's a pretty sad song talking about how the guy is searching for the girl who died. I like the duet part especially. Haha, and to my faithful commenter wongyingying, lets have lunch this week. :D okay zai jian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-2574532809584883648?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/2574532809584883648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_8935.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2574532809584883648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2574532809584883648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_8935.html' title='come onto an adventure this summer'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sf1FAgH07rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XtJ4r6jG7h0/s72-c/Unstoppable_by_zhoumlh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-7613504222988006432</id><published>2009-05-02T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:41:37.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big City Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sf1GA-qYttI/AAAAAAAAAPo/R8X3zRizcvA/s1600-h/in_a_ball___n_1_by_baccanteinvasata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sf1GA-qYttI/AAAAAAAAAPo/R8X3zRizcvA/s400/in_a_ball___n_1_by_baccanteinvasata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331494516511258322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm old and frail, besides that good old friend on the guitar stand, i want to have my share of adventures. I want my kids to grow up knowing their dad has walked this earth in his glorious days. Life is as good as the memories we keep, or so they say. When they read my journal, they'll see that their dad has skipped classes, busk on the streets of some random city and he once worked part time in a cafe while backpacking with his friends to earn some cash for travelling. I want them to know that i was a huge Westlife &amp;amp; Backstreet Boys fan while i was a child. Maybe by then in their generation, Westlife would be their "Beatles".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my hourglass body filtered out its final grain of sand, these friends of old will come and raise this glass with me, to the memories we had. Stories of battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-7613504222988006432?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/7613504222988006432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-im-old-and-frail-besides-that-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/7613504222988006432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/7613504222988006432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-im-old-and-frail-besides-that-good.html' title='Big City Dreams'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sf1GA-qYttI/AAAAAAAAAPo/R8X3zRizcvA/s72-c/in_a_ball___n_1_by_baccanteinvasata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-6353389833313686054</id><published>2009-05-02T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T04:21:09.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trace this life back to the green and old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sfwr87ibMdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/rB1TGwUkVnw/s1600-h/Photo+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sfwr87ibMdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/rB1TGwUkVnw/s400/Photo+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331184384674050514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my new photobooth effect is highly coolzxxzxz. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-6353389833313686054?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/6353389833313686054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/trace-this-life-back-to-green-and-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6353389833313686054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6353389833313686054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/trace-this-life-back-to-green-and-old.html' title='trace this life back to the green and old'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sfwr87ibMdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/rB1TGwUkVnw/s72-c/Photo+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-3164756427368206422</id><published>2009-05-01T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:41:22.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we don't sleep at sleepovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHogdpwS3vw/SftJ-EC_2vI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9WZtevUU1uo/s1600-h/Signs_IX_by_denyseee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHogdpwS3vw/SftJ-EC_2vI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9WZtevUU1uo/s400/Signs_IX_by_denyseee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330935914510146290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover last night was crazy. Izak told me to come over at 4am HAH. and there was Graciie, Sab, Izak, Farhan, BrandonLee, Dorothy, Desmond &amp;amp; Nicolette. 8 kids in a room. Squished. But it was a hell lot of fun doing nothing but talk and just laugh. On a completely different note, i'm listening to Olivia Ong on my Itunes and her voice has that enchanting spell. That kind of soothing music. Can you imagine her singing effortlessly with a guitar by the window in a monotone scene? Yes, she don't even need to try ya'know and the sound of music will birth forth from her alluring voice. In my opinion, she's the pride of our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, i just wrote a new song inspired by my eyecandy but it's not about her in the end cause the girl in the song died. I know it may sound cliche but give me a chance to sing you this one awright? Lynette was my first listener followed by Sab. And they both love it. Super nice and encouraging friends i've got, worth more than a field of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm glad IZAK is running for TPSU. You have my world of support behind. I love you IZAK (not in the gay way.) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hesistant prized fighter, still trapped within my youth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-3164756427368206422?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/3164756427368206422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleepover-last-night-was-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/3164756427368206422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/3164756427368206422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleepover-last-night-was-crazy.html' title='we don&apos;t sleep at sleepovers'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHogdpwS3vw/SftJ-EC_2vI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9WZtevUU1uo/s72-c/Signs_IX_by_denyseee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-7712286537324965582</id><published>2009-04-30T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:21:21.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these sleeping dogs won't lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sfnzl9qdzjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/sRRQYBfXwuw/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sfnzl9qdzjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/sRRQYBfXwuw/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330559467503078962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love these kids and the others too. Hanging out with them brings so much laughter and stupid memories that will stay with you forever. And Ashely was totally silly adorable and cute today. I shall be nice and keep this a seclet. Haha. We really need to eat at chomps more often nao. She said sitting in a friend's car, driving around the city doing nothing is really fun. I can't agree more. We shall and will hang out more often since we live like 10mins apart. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i write, my bitch club 101 partners Lutfi &amp;amp; Ronald are at NEXO's night cycling. And i don't know where is EileenKyle. They are the sex. Sian, i miss them. And i miss tuesday pompoms too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-7712286537324965582?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/7712286537324965582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-you-left-song-behind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/7712286537324965582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/7712286537324965582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-you-left-song-behind.html' title='these sleeping dogs won&apos;t lie'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sfnzl9qdzjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/sRRQYBfXwuw/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-5831085902186645032</id><published>2009-04-29T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:00:17.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAOSIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SfiVOshJQFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/B74hczzIJnw/s1600-h/Saosin_by_StridingCloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SfiVOshJQFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/B74hczzIJnw/s400/Saosin_by_StridingCloud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330174238693867602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SAOSIN was originally pronounced as "say-ocean". Both pronunciations of the word are actually incorrect, and it is actually pronounced "xiaoxin". The word comes from a 15th century proverb about fathers telling their sons who are being married off for money not to get emotionally involved with their wives, who could die at any time.) Green explained the meaning behind this as being a reference to the fact that nothing is eternal, and that it is a mistake to become overly attached to any one thing, because that thing will eventually be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-5831085902186645032?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/5831085902186645032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/saosin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5831085902186645032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5831085902186645032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/saosin.html' title='SAOSIN'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SfiVOshJQFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/B74hczzIJnw/s72-c/Saosin_by_StridingCloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-8145428436070376519</id><published>2009-04-28T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:10:58.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so why don't i make one more wrong turn tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SffuIfjfq4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/c5kjqCBUDCM/s1600-h/Guitar_and_a_Bass_by_brijoel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SffuIfjfq4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/c5kjqCBUDCM/s400/Guitar_and_a_Bass_by_brijoel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329990513693010818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forgive me but i'm trying to find my calling, my calling at night. I don't mean to be a bother but have you seen this girl? She's been running through my dreams. And it's driving me crazy it seems. I'm gonna ask her to marry me. All of these guards, they stand tall and defensive. Putting up walls around what was once innocent. It won't let me in but i'm stronger than that. Cause you stole my eyes and i never look back. Say goodnight, our first goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-8145428436070376519?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/8145428436070376519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-why-dont-i-make-one-more-wrong-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8145428436070376519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8145428436070376519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-why-dont-i-make-one-more-wrong-turn.html' title='so why don&apos;t i make one more wrong turn tonight'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SffuIfjfq4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/c5kjqCBUDCM/s72-c/Guitar_and_a_Bass_by_brijoel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-2111860119372878746</id><published>2009-04-28T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:12:46.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say goodnight, our first goodbye.</title><content type='html'>The Eyecandy song is damn popular now i swear. there are like nearing 200 comments already to that video. HAHA. :D IZAK and I can totally go to Hollywood already. And if you haven't heard of it i'll be highly disappointed. Haha, and i must go on a gig with Ryan before i enlist into the army. And will you little kids be there at our endeavours to show your support? I hope so. Goodbye, zai jian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-2111860119372878746?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/2111860119372878746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/say-goodnight-our-first-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2111860119372878746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2111860119372878746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/say-goodnight-our-first-goodbye.html' title='say goodnight, our first goodbye.'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</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-4982920594626594820.post-2494727635996315808</id><published>2009-04-27T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:11:52.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the EYECANDY song, IZAK and me wrote. :D</title><content type='html'>this is exaggerating to the max. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;wongyingying i completed the song i wrote halfway last time! are you proud of me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s50.photobucket.com/albums/f309/aizaikia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-18.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f309/aizaikia/Untitled-1-18.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one random guy said this on the comment, " Singapore's got talent ". wow humbled.&lt;br /&gt;IZAK: hi five my songwriting partner.&lt;br /&gt;GLENN: hi five :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the MP3 of the song:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?ndtjnxioljn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-2494727635996315808?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/2494727635996315808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/eyecandy-song-izak-and-me-wrote-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2494727635996315808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2494727635996315808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/eyecandy-song-izak-and-me-wrote-d.html' title='the EYECANDY song, IZAK and me wrote. :D'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</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-4982920594626594820.post-5976741895483406432</id><published>2009-04-26T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T04:41:17.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicolette's attempt to barrow 71+2 wheels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4a15f1ac566e2e96" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a15f1ac566e2e96%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938732%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C8E55810CB6BEA21961600FD4FC4A8E11A3EE17.72F12A89524DBD2F03C6E570C8C82FFE0CF0870E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a15f1ac566e2e96%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHwGEAQZQyJ14ujq38quStPMMNPE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a15f1ac566e2e96%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938732%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C8E55810CB6BEA21961600FD4FC4A8E11A3EE17.72F12A89524DBD2F03C6E570C8C82FFE0CF0870E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a15f1ac566e2e96%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHwGEAQZQyJ14ujq38quStPMMNPE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are highly retarded. hahaha this was taken with my highly happening phone. We are total idiots. HAHA and farhan really thought we're joining. lollerskates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-5976741895483406432?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4a15f1ac566e2e96&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/5976741895483406432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting-on-world-to-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5976741895483406432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5976741895483406432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting-on-world-to-change.html' title='Nicolette&apos;s attempt to barrow 71+2 wheels.'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</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-4982920594626594820.post-8688887979662463731</id><published>2009-04-24T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:44:25.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sally can wait, she knows it's too late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SfKw2KjRzJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/240l8ClhpqY/s1600-h/In_the_Grass_by_ScottandMel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SfKw2KjRzJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/240l8ClhpqY/s400/In_the_Grass_by_ScottandMel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328515753724464274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, we were all part of history. With the help of a bunch of enthusiastic kids on the block, we managed to set a Guinness World Record for the biggest bunch of human wheelbarrows. It was all fun yeah, helping out with the event. I swear i'm still laughing at all the different vids i took with my highly happening phone. Tsk, especially Latif's. Go to my facebook profile and you'll be laughing your pants off too. And oh on that, my dear friend YingYing's facebook profile has been disabled. Please help to write notes and hope that the FB team notices and restore it. I shall go practice the songs we're gonna jam on monday nao. zai jian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step outside, summertime's in bloom. Stand up beside the fireplace, take that look from your face cause you ain't gonna burn my heart out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-8688887979662463731?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/8688887979662463731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-sally-can-wait-she-knows-its-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8688887979662463731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8688887979662463731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-sally-can-wait-she-knows-its-too.html' title='So Sally can wait, she knows it&apos;s too late'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SfKw2KjRzJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/240l8ClhpqY/s72-c/In_the_Grass_by_ScottandMel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-4256125193434488285</id><published>2009-04-23T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:18:00.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's twelve o'clock and i need your attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SfByy9igrBI/AAAAAAAAANI/vLwq6Qg_xfQ/s1600-h/a7fa12b01ad0c605a018b7f47c43c835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SfByy9igrBI/AAAAAAAAANI/vLwq6Qg_xfQ/s400/a7fa12b01ad0c605a018b7f47c43c835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327884579017632786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello little ones from the other planet. Hows it going for everyone, hope it was a good day for yall. I woke up and a good sleep definitely made my day a fun one. Did some work online and headed to school. Lunch with Ben Cheng and Luffy was highly retarded. Tsk. The next thing we're at SU booth. No, we didn't teleport if that's what you're thinking haha. Turns out the eyecandy song was being populated and i don't know how. Teehee. Anyhow, i was using my macbook in lounge when a friend introduced a song called "Vegas Skies" to me. Next thing i'm hooked and i still am. Check it out on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zai jian&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/4982920594626594820-4256125193434488285?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/4256125193434488285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-twelve-oclock-and-i-need-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4256125193434488285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4256125193434488285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-twelve-oclock-and-i-need-your.html' title='it&apos;s twelve o&apos;clock and i need your attention'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SfByy9igrBI/AAAAAAAAANI/vLwq6Qg_xfQ/s72-c/a7fa12b01ad0c605a018b7f47c43c835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-5312761781545835852</id><published>2009-04-22T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:40:11.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cause it feels like stealing hearts calling your name from the crowd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Se8witaVUJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/o_4j1KNZFvQ/s1600-h/Pukkelpop_2008_by_0rganix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Se8witaVUJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/o_4j1KNZFvQ/s400/Pukkelpop_2008_by_0rganix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327530257066315922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey world, today was awesomely fun because me and IZAK just wrote a song! We were just hanging out with Yvonne and Graciie at Design Loft. Then we decided to write a song and its called "EYECANDY". So guess what, it turned out pretty nais! Haha,we went around playing for fwens and everyone pretty much loved it. Yayyers, and me ryan amandy is going to have a secret jam on monday. dear lynette is at TAS so she can't be there :( check out my awesome fwen RYAN, www.purevolume.com/ryanlopez who sings like Martin from Boys Like Girls. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i want to say already but it's a highly happening day.&lt;br /&gt;zai jian.&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/4982920594626594820-5312761781545835852?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/5312761781545835852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-it-feels-like-stealing-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5312761781545835852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5312761781545835852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-it-feels-like-stealing-hearts.html' title='cause it feels like stealing hearts calling your name from the crowd'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Se8witaVUJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/o_4j1KNZFvQ/s72-c/Pukkelpop_2008_by_0rganix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-5254309364070779993</id><published>2009-04-20T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:20:01.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SezFsxmUumI/AAAAAAAAAMg/IH_xvp6XeBQ/s1600-h/Black_and_white_Pemaquid_by_davincipoppalag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SezFsxmUumI/AAAAAAAAAMg/IH_xvp6XeBQ/s400/Black_and_white_Pemaquid_by_davincipoppalag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326849832291449442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amandy and i are best fwens in music. We are both huge fans of Paramore &amp;amp; All Time Low.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and i'm gonna make her like Hey Monday too. I think Ryan also into these few bands!&lt;br /&gt;So we are gonna jam next monday in school, like acoustic set! So cool we two. And, i went on a fanatical sports mode and went jogging then gym then soccer and jogging again.&lt;br /&gt;Nao, i'm addicted to "Remembering Sunday" by ATL.&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/4982920594626594820-5254309364070779993?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/5254309364070779993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/remembering-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5254309364070779993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5254309364070779993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/remembering-sunday.html' title='remembering sunday'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SezFsxmUumI/AAAAAAAAAMg/IH_xvp6XeBQ/s72-c/Black_and_white_Pemaquid_by_davincipoppalag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-8179721710449519503</id><published>2009-04-19T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:20:25.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you know the words, so sing along for me baby</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/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Setc3YkYnpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7lYasfZc_YQ/s1600-h/College_by_llamapaloozaxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Setc3YkYnpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7lYasfZc_YQ/s400/College_by_llamapaloozaxx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326453090853363346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've always dreamed of having a scene like this in my school. It's pretty cool aye but i guess the stares will come uninvited. Sadly this doesn't happen in our stereotypical world. Tomorrow i'll be meeting Ronnie in school to hang out. Then jogging and gym followed by soccer with the Rinku kids. We're highly happening people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-8179721710449519503?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/8179721710449519503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/through-backyards.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8179721710449519503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8179721710449519503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/through-backyards.html' title='you know the words, so sing along for me baby'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Setc3YkYnpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7lYasfZc_YQ/s72-c/College_by_llamapaloozaxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-591906435444352256</id><published>2009-04-19T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:44:54.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>make this go on forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SetUfJpbsqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Uj1QosrgLho/s1600-h/3273_84856717603_542082603_2905323_6916421_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SetUfJpbsqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Uj1QosrgLho/s400/3273_84856717603_542082603_2905323_6916421_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326443878438122146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SetUUYCGGiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/I-VkH0lweuM/s1600-h/3273_84852972603_542082603_2905289_4784428_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SetUUYCGGiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/I-VkH0lweuM/s400/3273_84852972603_542082603_2905289_4784428_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326443693321099810" 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/4982920594626594820-591906435444352256?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/591906435444352256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/make-this-go-on-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/591906435444352256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/591906435444352256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/make-this-go-on-forever.html' title='make this go on forever'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SetUfJpbsqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Uj1QosrgLho/s72-c/3273_84856717603_542082603_2905323_6916421_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-9074874340887983090</id><published>2009-04-19T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:34:13.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah lian language ftw.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SesoPg13fEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ed2_JIppT38/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SesoPg13fEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ed2_JIppT38/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326395231274761282" 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/4982920594626594820-9074874340887983090?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/9074874340887983090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah-lian-language-ftw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/9074874340887983090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/9074874340887983090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah-lian-language-ftw.html' title='ah lian language ftw.'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SesoPg13fEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ed2_JIppT38/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-864122526931269289</id><published>2009-04-19T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:00:03.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Serkk_NVn3I/AAAAAAAAALY/BQvBT3cWz_8/s1600-h/The_Eye___black_and_white_by_ameliemarron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Serkk_NVn3I/AAAAAAAAALY/BQvBT3cWz_8/s400/The_Eye___black_and_white_by_ameliemarron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326320833412833138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've heard the sound, sound of my only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradisaical moment is not a chance. When i was in the bathroom,&lt;br /&gt;the song was constantly echoing in my head like an unforgettable summer love.&lt;br /&gt;So, i went to check out my new friend Ryan's purevolume channel,&lt;br /&gt;it was one of his covers as well.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe "My Heart" is telling me something.&lt;br /&gt;If you need to know one thing about me, that's i'm a great Paramore fan.&lt;br /&gt;and alot of my happening friends are too.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yay we can go to their concert together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Jonathan said i inspired him to be a GL. awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4982920594626594820-864122526931269289?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/864122526931269289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/sing-us-song-and-well-sing-it-back-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/864122526931269289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/864122526931269289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/sing-us-song-and-well-sing-it-back-to.html' title='sing us a song and we&apos;ll sing it back to you'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Serkk_NVn3I/AAAAAAAAALY/BQvBT3cWz_8/s72-c/The_Eye___black_and_white_by_ameliemarron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-1034651828840328295</id><published>2009-04-17T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:11:43.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some will seek forgiveness, others will escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SejRzPWFG4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/TlOp26ktQCU/s1600-h/Hen_party_by_TummaKuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SejRzPWFG4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/TlOp26ktQCU/s400/Hen_party_by_TummaKuu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325737237588286338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i figure if the walls could talk, they'll probably be my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm lost, can someone find me back HAH. farnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-1034651828840328295?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/1034651828840328295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-will-seek-forgiveness-others-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/1034651828840328295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/1034651828840328295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-will-seek-forgiveness-others-will.html' title='some will seek forgiveness, others will escape'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SejRzPWFG4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/TlOp26ktQCU/s72-c/Hen_party_by_TummaKuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-5464135137010961130</id><published>2009-04-17T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:19:14.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hit the lights, kill the nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeinFJ1pmdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Tj7VQPOTSjY/s1600-h/Headlights_Look_Like_Diamonds__by_TheVisionBeautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeinFJ1pmdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Tj7VQPOTSjY/s400/Headlights_Look_Like_Diamonds__by_TheVisionBeautiful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325690266347739602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ghost of you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had the privilege of serving as part of the Temasek Poly Student Union team for the annual Temasek Regatta!  The acceleration of today's event led it to the finishing line before i knew it. Sang the school song for probably the last time, as like what Weng said. Graduation is never a good feeling when you've got a bond with your friends. And i figure i sometimes act too kidlike and maybe i should act alittle more my age? Then again, who cares when you're bringing joy to the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Amanda Chen and Ryan is damn funny people!&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/4982920594626594820-5464135137010961130?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/5464135137010961130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/hit-lights-kill-nights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5464135137010961130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5464135137010961130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/hit-lights-kill-nights.html' title='hit the lights, kill the nights'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeinFJ1pmdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Tj7VQPOTSjY/s72-c/Headlights_Look_Like_Diamonds__by_TheVisionBeautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-2214447461170634977</id><published>2009-04-16T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:45:37.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>headlights on dark roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SedBtNOdooI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TCjx_7se2Pw/s1600-h/Paris___4_by_MisterKey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SedBtNOdooI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TCjx_7se2Pw/s400/Paris___4_by_MisterKey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325297329289142914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was a simple day. Contrived planning tends to kill the beauty of simplicity. Went to school for briefing on tomorrow mega event. The annual regatta and jam&amp;amp;hop is not to be missed! Anyways, after which we went to catch a movie at E-hub. "Taken"was considered pretty good compared to all the failed movies this year. The thrilling storyline and action deserves 4 popcorns. Although you might be widely surprised at the lame ending. Haha, okay have a goodnight and see you little ones in school tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love D &amp;amp; B and of course, the other one from the POMPOM gang. HAH&lt;br /&gt;and i miss txh. k thanks bye.&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/4982920594626594820-2214447461170634977?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/2214447461170634977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/headlights-on-dark-roads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2214447461170634977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2214447461170634977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/headlights-on-dark-roads.html' title='headlights on dark roads'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SedBtNOdooI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TCjx_7se2Pw/s72-c/Paris___4_by_MisterKey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-8673832848999141667</id><published>2009-04-15T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:44:04.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the secret's in the telling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeY1jGsLvjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/s-3T4JhWjlg/s1600-h/3273_84835597603_542082603_2905078_102465_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeY1jGsLvjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/s-3T4JhWjlg/s400/3273_84835597603_542082603_2905078_102465_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325002486619815474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the thrill of running downtown in that dirty pair of sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. at this hour. great. so here i am, at the mercy of Blogger.com HAH.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, most of my happening FO fwens are at their respective schools nao for their own orientation. Well, at least i have my tuesday pompoms gang. We sing, we dance, we steal things :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, i've been thinking alot about this girl suddenly. This is highly complicating. I need to talk to the walls. k thanks bye.&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/4982920594626594820-8673832848999141667?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/8673832848999141667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/secrets-in-telling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8673832848999141667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8673832848999141667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/secrets-in-telling.html' title='the secret&apos;s in the telling'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeY1jGsLvjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/s-3T4JhWjlg/s72-c/3273_84835597603_542082603_2905078_102465_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-2226854281198119896</id><published>2009-04-15T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:16:16.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday pompoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeXk9qhXDnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9EpL5-ig0ws/s1600-h/DSC02680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeXk9qhXDnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9EpL5-ig0ws/s400/DSC02680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324913882472844914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few kids, actually 5, went out on a picnic trip on tuesday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;when the sun was reigning in it's world of radiant blue.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect seclusion was what we needed&lt;br /&gt; before the school term starts.&lt;br /&gt;Sushi, homemade tuna bread by Dolyce,&lt;br /&gt;potato chips and a whole lot of junkfood.&lt;br /&gt;After which was the sleepover at D's place&lt;br /&gt;where we watched 3 lame movies.&lt;br /&gt;It was stupid but the company was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go eat dinner and play dota with B and the rinku kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the tuesday pompom gang.&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/4982920594626594820-2226854281198119896?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/2226854281198119896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-pompoms_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2226854281198119896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2226854281198119896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-pompoms_15.html' title='tuesday pompoms'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeXk9qhXDnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9EpL5-ig0ws/s72-c/DSC02680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-286168443493036297</id><published>2009-04-13T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:39:30.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, Astoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeN4Jg3YQxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_2ycLvJHkzE/s1600-h/Going_home_by_rdevill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeN4Jg3YQxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_2ycLvJHkzE/s400/Going_home_by_rdevill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324231289318425362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeN4G2WTRWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/P6XJsGjGGjM/s1600-h/potzolo_by_wale69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeN4G2WTRWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/P6XJsGjGGjM/s400/potzolo_by_wale69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324231243545658722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was the first snow of the season&lt;br /&gt;i can almost see you breathin&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of that empty street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i still see myself&lt;br /&gt;in that lonesome bedroom&lt;br /&gt;playin my guitar&lt;br /&gt;and singing songs of hope&lt;br /&gt;for a better future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is only&lt;br /&gt;as good as the memories we make&lt;br /&gt;and i'm taking back what belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;polaroids of classrooms unattended&lt;br /&gt;these relics of remembrance&lt;br /&gt;are just like shipwrecks&lt;br /&gt;only they're gone faster&lt;br /&gt;than the smell after it rains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night while everyone was sleepin&lt;br /&gt;i drove through my old neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;and resurrected memories from ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said that we would never fit in&lt;br /&gt;When we were really just like them&lt;br /&gt;does rebellion ever make a difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long astoria&lt;br /&gt;i found a map to buried treasure&lt;br /&gt;and even if we come home empty handed&lt;br /&gt;well still have our stories&lt;br /&gt;of battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts,&lt;br /&gt;broken bones, and all the best of friendships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when this hourglass&lt;br /&gt;has filtered out&lt;br /&gt;its final grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;i raise my glass to the memories we had&lt;br /&gt;this is my wish&lt;br /&gt;this is my wish&lt;br /&gt;im takin back&lt;br /&gt;im takin them all back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4982920594626594820-286168443493036297?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/286168443493036297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-long-astoria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/286168443493036297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/286168443493036297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-long-astoria.html' title='So long, Astoria'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeN4Jg3YQxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_2ycLvJHkzE/s72-c/Going_home_by_rdevill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-1806661013251631611</id><published>2009-04-12T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:04:41.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook FML</title><content type='html'>" Today, I got on Facebook and realized the only two friend requests I've had in 2 months are both from my parents. FML "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-1806661013251631611?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/1806661013251631611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebook-fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/1806661013251631611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/1806661013251631611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebook-fml.html' title='facebook FML'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</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-4982920594626594820.post-1862239261886446382</id><published>2009-04-12T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:03:37.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the tuesday pompoms showed me this funny website where i read and laughed and i'm here to share with you some of em,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today, my younger brother watched an old music video of The Who, who are know for smashing up their guitars and such. He decided it would be cool to try it with mine. That guitar was worth over $3000. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I met a guy online. We talked all night long and hit it off amazingly. He told me he'd never felt that way about anyone else, and I agreed. He sent me a picture and he was gorgeous. I sent him one after he assured me he didn't care what I looked like. I haven't heard from him since. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was at IKEA with my parents. I walked away from them and later I heard the speaker of the store call my name asking me to come to the playground because my mom and dad were worried. I'm 18. FML"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA so many. i shall slowly read.&lt;br /&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/4982920594626594820-1862239261886446382?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/1862239261886446382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/1862239261886446382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/1862239261886446382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</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-4982920594626594820.post-4431228464082549418</id><published>2009-04-12T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:31:21.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pieces don't fit anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeIzNDRa_tI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yoDwutVZV7U/s1600-h/Station_Sloterdijk_by_RikkiiZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeIzNDRa_tI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yoDwutVZV7U/s400/Station_Sloterdijk_by_RikkiiZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323874008815042258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if home is where the heart is, i don't know where my heart is anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-4431228464082549418?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/4431228464082549418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/pieces-dont-fit-anymore_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4431228464082549418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4431228464082549418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/pieces-dont-fit-anymore_12.html' title='the pieces don&apos;t fit anymore'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeIzNDRa_tI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yoDwutVZV7U/s72-c/Station_Sloterdijk_by_RikkiiZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-4925027148966724837</id><published>2009-04-12T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:03:09.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you only live once</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeHJLLWM-kI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qMsVyBOtQbg/s1600-h/34469_O_Porto_142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeHJLLWM-kI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qMsVyBOtQbg/s400/34469_O_Porto_142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323757428390296130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeHH9RQ0FdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QCpqbSxEiN4/s1600-h/36031_P1310274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeHH9RQ0FdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QCpqbSxEiN4/s400/36031_P1310274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323756089948509650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;inspiration of the day. if only it ain't summer all year long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a bad day. wtp. ( wtp=what the pink fyi. ) cause PINK's a bad colour. back to the topic i'm at home on a sunday. i can't wait for next week. picnic/sleepover with my lover flens and chomps with saam and the purple line kids, Week Zero helping out TPSU. Need more outings yo. Shall attempt to fill my schedule up. And TP is one big family. Seliously you can just say hi and next minute, you're friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, should i or should i not, that is the question.&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/4982920594626594820-4925027148966724837?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/4925027148966724837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-only-live-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4925027148966724837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4925027148966724837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-only-live-once.html' title='you only live once'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SeHJLLWM-kI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qMsVyBOtQbg/s72-c/34469_O_Porto_142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-4107671490404888526</id><published>2009-04-10T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:12:10.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>space travel to the near and old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sd97aaWiEGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cgIpBu3CdwA/s1600-h/85495_CVA_6472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sd97aaWiEGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cgIpBu3CdwA/s400/85495_CVA_6472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323108978255859810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sd95FouJSUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iCgJf1Fucfw/s1600-h/174966_l_aacc41cbdda240fa9612dadb537c3c69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sd95FouJSUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iCgJf1Fucfw/s400/174966_l_aacc41cbdda240fa9612dadb537c3c69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323106422312487234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh em gee. i'm inspired by these looks. these are too classy for ah bengs to carry HAH. someone tell me i'll look good in these please. i'm gonna save up for these. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-4107671490404888526?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/4107671490404888526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/space-travel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4107671490404888526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/4107671490404888526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/space-travel.html' title='space travel to the near and old'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sd97aaWiEGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cgIpBu3CdwA/s72-c/85495_CVA_6472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-2853467750433146954</id><published>2009-04-10T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:58:33.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i bet you look good on the dancefloor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sd9c8QolKTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/l7wDiqprSlc/s1600-h/34th_street_4_of_by_vanflymen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sd9c8QolKTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/l7wDiqprSlc/s400/34th_street_4_of_by_vanflymen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323075474902296882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a happy day although the sky was pouring as if Mother Nature has fallen out of love. anyways, was out with xinhui to shop! and we did shop, more than we should in fact. Haha, i bought like a pair of VANs, jeans from TopMan, berms, belt and etc. She bought lots of stuff too. We spent like 300 bugs in total. Oh em gee. and i saw lynette, amanda and some rinku freshie. everyone's out on a flyday. ( saam's word tsk. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's final clash yo. Damn eggcited. Peace out. Have a great easter weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-2853467750433146954?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/2853467750433146954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-happy-day-although-sky-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2853467750433146954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2853467750433146954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-happy-day-although-sky-was.html' title='i bet you look good on the dancefloor'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sd9c8QolKTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/l7wDiqprSlc/s72-c/34th_street_4_of_by_vanflymen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-3531338564196311755</id><published>2009-04-09T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:55:16.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>graduards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sd7LihNcROI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1exRHBhrxJw/s1600-h/00009pd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sd7LihNcROI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1exRHBhrxJw/s400/00009pd6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322915603489244386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the graduards of temasek polytechnic. imo the best GLs of this camp. credits to Yvonne Gabrielle :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-3531338564196311755?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/3531338564196311755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/graduards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/3531338564196311755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/3531338564196311755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/graduards.html' title='graduards'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sd7LihNcROI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1exRHBhrxJw/s72-c/00009pd6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-8495609492086762900</id><published>2009-04-08T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:51:46.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the ritz to the rubble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sd2bKa23P-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NohE0f45nuw/s1600-h/P1020874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sd2bKa23P-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NohE0f45nuw/s400/P1020874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322580937932226530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken on first night of FOC, with J. ( i wanted to post more pics but it'll make my post look highly disgusting and unorganized plus i have not recieved all the pics yet. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello retarded kids. I'm back from camp finally. And i hate the fact that FOC/FOW has concluded. This chapter of my life has been very memorable and heartfelt. I've made alot of friends which i should have made so much more earlier if i had been to the previous FOs. Nonetheless, i know everyone enjoyed the camp as much as i do. :)&lt;br /&gt;All of us, GLs, were all tears when we got last even though we put in so much effort. But i daresay that we're all winners here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suffering from post-camp/graduation withdrawal symptoms. It's amazing how much i cried like a baby while singing the school song for the last time. Perhaps it means that much to me. Thank you to all year 3s for accepting me even though it's my first time as a GL. Before i go, here's some parts of the year 3 cheer which really touched me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Year 1, we are still called Freshies,&lt;br /&gt; Year 2, we are caught in between,&lt;br /&gt; Year 3, now that we're graduating,&lt;br /&gt; Laojiaos all the way.&lt;br /&gt; 1 last camp, really no second time, we came here just in time, for our last mass dance!&lt;br /&gt; What to do, what to do, after this we got no school&lt;br /&gt; all still young can't feel our pain, year 3s walk down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt; Year 1, we found each other; Zilra Kaistor Ophix Ayton Scythia&lt;br /&gt; Year 2, we'll show you whos the boss; Venos Accion Komez Fyrtho Phantos&lt;br /&gt; Year 3, we're friends forever; Holqa Nexo Reliez Rinku Zetten&lt;br /&gt;Year 3s Year 3s rock TP, we inspire all Freshies, all of you make us happy.&lt;br /&gt;Guys go NS, Girls go NUS.&lt;br /&gt;Year 3s confirm we the best as..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we go on, we remember, all the camps we, spent together. Doesn't matter, what empire, we will still be friends forever. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-8495609492086762900?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/8495609492086762900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-ritz-to-rubble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8495609492086762900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8495609492086762900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-ritz-to-rubble.html' title='from the ritz to the rubble'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sd2bKa23P-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NohE0f45nuw/s72-c/P1020874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-5962327440892743298</id><published>2009-04-05T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:12:02.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thnks fr th mmrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdjkNeiZ7PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/78nhbftrtPA/s1600-h/n635221961_2066386_5513104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdjkNeiZ7PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/78nhbftrtPA/s400/n635221961_2066386_5513104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321253879925042418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked all night about the rest of our lives, where we're gonna be when we turn twentyfive. And when we leave this year, we won't be coming back cause we're on different roads and different tracks. So if you've got something you need to say, you better say it now cause you won't have another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-5962327440892743298?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/5962327440892743298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/thnks-fr-th-mmrs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5962327440892743298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5962327440892743298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/thnks-fr-th-mmrs.html' title='thnks fr th mmrs'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdjkNeiZ7PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/78nhbftrtPA/s72-c/n635221961_2066386_5513104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-9081294384667470503</id><published>2009-04-05T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T05:22:03.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smiley flen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdiiRA3eqPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0Zjxv6R7WD8/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdiiRA3eqPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0Zjxv6R7WD8/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321181372912412914" 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/4982920594626594820-9081294384667470503?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/9081294384667470503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/smiley-flen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/9081294384667470503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/9081294384667470503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/smiley-flen.html' title='smiley flen'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdiiRA3eqPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0Zjxv6R7WD8/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-5946803534204440590</id><published>2009-04-05T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T03:28:51.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she's the cheese to my macaroni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdhZZM1n-FI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UmwZoi1VzAw/s1600-h/n593852793_1753266_5408223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdhZZM1n-FI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UmwZoi1VzAw/s400/n593852793_1753266_5408223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321101249215985746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a certain someone in sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello kids, whats up! FOW was fun fun fun. Made lots of new friends, had lots of fun on the 2nd night with Dolyce&amp;amp;Lynette. Was very touched by the gift from Kenneth, and Kim on her dance performance. They are both extremely shy people but i was very shocked when they gave me their love. From my subempire! i think i've made a lifechanging impact on them. Hope they'll grow to be so much more in their next 3years of poly life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-5946803534204440590?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/5946803534204440590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-cheese-to-my-macaroni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5946803534204440590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5946803534204440590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-cheese-to-my-macaroni.html' title='she&apos;s the cheese to my macaroni'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdhZZM1n-FI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UmwZoi1VzAw/s72-c/n593852793_1753266_5408223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-6678351434050000326</id><published>2009-04-04T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:07:59.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we're all in this together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdeQnYNsQII/AAAAAAAAAGI/0I11784s9sU/s1600-h/n617956082_2581214_3793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdeQnYNsQII/AAAAAAAAAGI/0I11784s9sU/s400/n617956082_2581214_3793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320880490950705282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back to talk about FOW. Gonna go rest now for FOC. I'm so proud of my school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-6678351434050000326?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/6678351434050000326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/high-school-never-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6678351434050000326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6678351434050000326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/high-school-never-ends.html' title='we&apos;re all in this together'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdeQnYNsQII/AAAAAAAAAGI/0I11784s9sU/s72-c/n617956082_2581214_3793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-6980599191495366322</id><published>2009-04-01T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:06:33.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the world party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdOlh1pc3LI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kGP5PWRDdIA/s1600-h/the_lomo_version_of_salon_aziz_by_futurowoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdOlh1pc3LI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kGP5PWRDdIA/s400/the_lomo_version_of_salon_aziz_by_futurowoman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319777585609890994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is FOW/FOC. Which means i won't be around to blog for a week. But i'm really very excited. Boys night out at Timbre was pretty awesome. Gonna do another outing after Easter when people like Kexin is free-er. Till then, stay cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw i absolutely dislike it when people treat your good intentions like as if it's nothing. Forget it. And so much for being nice by buying sweets/candies for you. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-6980599191495366322?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/6980599191495366322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-world-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6980599191495366322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/6980599191495366322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-world-party.html' title='end of the world party'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdOlh1pc3LI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kGP5PWRDdIA/s72-c/the_lomo_version_of_salon_aziz_by_futurowoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-2415600638499775199</id><published>2009-03-31T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:00:42.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear angel of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdKO5OjGzMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RU3FQtaVYbE/s1600-h/starbucks_by_llnanooll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdKO5OjGzMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RU3FQtaVYbE/s400/starbucks_by_llnanooll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319471223687007426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdKO1wkIjkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NT4jaddKS1o/s1600-h/StarBuckS_by_LoreleiStar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdKO1wkIjkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NT4jaddKS1o/s400/StarBuckS_by_LoreleiStar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319471164098645570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DeviantArt is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning world. The time is 5:47am and E just went to sleep after packing her luggage for Perth. 2th-20th. I'll miss her =/ Anyway, Aaron just talked to me over MSN and he's having fun in New Zealand. Omg, and he's going for hand gliding just about now. Ahhhhhhh, everyone's having fun overseas. And i have finally watched a few episodes of GG. I love the part where she says " i'm thankful for relationships that help us realize how far we've come from who we were. " Food for thought. Goodbye world i'm plugging off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-2415600638499775199?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/2415600638499775199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-leaving-on-jetplane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2415600638499775199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2415600638499775199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-leaving-on-jetplane.html' title='dear angel of mine'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdKO5OjGzMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RU3FQtaVYbE/s72-c/starbucks_by_llnanooll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-8023651910462876196</id><published>2009-03-31T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:59:35.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shattered windows and the sound of drums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdJNzuBYZRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TKmJeLIcuxs/s1600-h/Skateboarding_by_xXPrettyWhenUCry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdJNzuBYZRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TKmJeLIcuxs/s400/Skateboarding_by_xXPrettyWhenUCry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319399660800468242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up world? I am addicted to Viva La Vida and i'm loving it. No wonder they're such a world class band. They write songs with such deepness and melody that it became an anthem once it came out. Haha, omg i swear my facebook is flooded with the excitement of FOC/FOW. It is uber contagious! HAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-8023651910462876196?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/8023651910462876196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/shattered-windows-and-sound-of-drums.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8023651910462876196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8023651910462876196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/shattered-windows-and-sound-of-drums.html' title='shattered windows and the sound of drums'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdJNzuBYZRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TKmJeLIcuxs/s72-c/Skateboarding_by_xXPrettyWhenUCry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-2614110624528678754</id><published>2009-03-31T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:04:09.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>senior year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdJNAjGv15I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rBgOGPl1_KQ/s1600-h/swim_here_by_hadabenz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdJNAjGv15I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rBgOGPl1_KQ/s400/swim_here_by_hadabenz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319398781696858002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am blogging now while waiting for that loser Izak to be awake. Btw, time is 5:18pm and we're supposed to hang out since he wants to buy some clothes and i don't feel like staying home. Haha. I've made alot of new friends in my senior year. If you chanced on my facebook profile, you would have noticed. Somehow now, i don't want FO to come. Because by then, it would mean that my final school activity is done and it's time to say goodbye. Haha, i think i'll cry when they sing for the graduating people during the last day of FO. Switchfoot dare me to move, but i don't want to move. If i had a remote control, i'll press the pause button and let this moment standstill forever. I'd bet a whole lot of others agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thank God everyday for the friends i've made in my empire. Just to mention a few- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Brendon, Dolyce, Xinhui, Xiuzhen, Eilis&lt;/span&gt; and a whole lot of others like Mengchou, Kent, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Poh, Zain, Yvonne and Lynnette(my MSN flen)&lt;/span&gt;. Do i have to list all of them out?! Haha, i love everyone. Rinku is like my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-2614110624528678754?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/2614110624528678754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/senior-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2614110624528678754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2614110624528678754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/senior-year.html' title='senior year'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdJNAjGv15I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rBgOGPl1_KQ/s72-c/swim_here_by_hadabenz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-2799449589739043250</id><published>2009-03-30T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:45:02.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 seconds of Tokyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdE20cvkaGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bGC0ZXyVpHs/s1600-h/Atami_Street_by_fabemiko_stock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdE20cvkaGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bGC0ZXyVpHs/s400/Atami_Street_by_fabemiko_stock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319092909598074978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously cannot wait for my DSLR. Haha, my friend once mentioned that sometimes colours will cover the true essence of the picture. That's why i love black and white photos. The stillness of the moment is extravagant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay, i think i blog too much, do i? Mmmhmm. Anyhow i want to mention a friend. Her name's Geraldine (ah ger). Haha. I don't exactly remember how we got to know each other but we're old friends. She texted me today on the change of her hp number and so we kinda chatted a little. She was really happy for me that i'm doing pretty well and that i'm working towards my dream. Only a few years back, we were talking about our dreams and stuff. Now i'm sincerely elated that she is working towards hers too. And it's slowly being fulfilled. As for her, she's now a dance teacher teaching dance to little kids which is one of her dream as well! I know it may not mean anything to you folks reading this, but looking back, these dreams were huge and seemed impossible to reach. But now today, by the grace of God, we are living in these dreams and working our way towards the rainbow. I love how we will always encourage each other and push each other over the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ger, if you're reading this, don't settle for something small cause i really believe that you'll do great. You're one hella dancer. Maybe next time when we meet, it'll be our world tour dance/music concert around the world. Till then, don't stop dancing. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-2799449589739043250?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/2799449589739043250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-seconds-of-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2799449589739043250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/2799449589739043250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-seconds-of-tokyo.html' title='2 seconds of Tokyo'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdE20cvkaGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bGC0ZXyVpHs/s72-c/Atami_Street_by_fabemiko_stock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-5487681653452703629</id><published>2009-03-30T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:19:17.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a brilliant life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdDzenLcR0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZJywvTz1hos/s1600-h/goodbye_blue_sky_by_venicequeenf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdDzenLcR0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZJywvTz1hos/s400/goodbye_blue_sky_by_venicequeenf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319018867163154242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i dedicate this post to a friend of mine, though i have never met her or speak to her, nor she ever knew that i existed. But through her life, and her courage to live each day to the fullest brings much to my heart. Shin, passed away in her sleep on January 27th. Thank you, for showing me what life, love and courage is all about. Life is indeed unfair. For a kind lady like her that loves her family, and life more than anything, she doesn't deserve the illness when there are people out there wasting their life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin was diagnosed with advanced breast cancer in 2005. And in August 2007, the cancer came back and had spread to her brain, liver, lungs and bones. But Shin did not give up on her life. In fact, she lived on, stronger than most of us. As i look at the world today, while cancer patients are fighting on each day, i have decided to cherish all that is to this gift of life and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you once again for being an inspiration. For being yourself, always putting others before you and a mother who loves her kids more than anything else in the world. You are truly a hero in our hearts. You lived a brilliant life, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote from Shin on her motivation in life:&lt;br /&gt;"To leave this world a better place than it was before I got here, even if it's just a teensy weensy bit, say, in the form of two beautiful kids who will go on to do their bit also. And then their kids do the same, and their kids, and so on and so on until the math works out and the good outweighs and swallows up the bad and we all live happily ever after or at least learn and grow a lot while trying. And if not with kids, with the people we come in contact with and rub off on each day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a goodbye, but a gentle "see you" for now, for i believe one day i'll be able to meet you and slap hi five to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: for those of you who wish to know, Shin was featured in Channel 8's episode of cancer warriors, which was how i got to know of her blog. Do leave a comment at www.shinscancerblog.blogspot.com to encourage the family, her husband, Tony, and her kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-5487681653452703629?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/5487681653452703629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/brilliant-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5487681653452703629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/5487681653452703629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/brilliant-life.html' title='a brilliant life.'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/SdDzenLcR0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZJywvTz1hos/s72-c/goodbye_blue_sky_by_venicequeenf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-574898394125411827</id><published>2009-03-29T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:26:35.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a beautiful smile, can i stay for awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc_YoMPwKGI/AAAAAAAAADg/9gxCwllXheQ/s1600-h/shadowcycle_by_Tralfamador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc_YoMPwKGI/AAAAAAAAADg/9gxCwllXheQ/s400/shadowcycle_by_Tralfamador.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318707869941508194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the secret of the world is written in the stars, i'm carrying your heart in mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-574898394125411827?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/574898394125411827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-beautiful-smile-can-i-stay-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/574898394125411827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/574898394125411827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-beautiful-smile-can-i-stay-for.html' title='what a beautiful smile, can i stay for awhile'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc_YoMPwKGI/AAAAAAAAADg/9gxCwllXheQ/s72-c/shadowcycle_by_Tralfamador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-8228898785894661045</id><published>2009-03-29T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:30:35.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fake tales of San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc-bCbc8oZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/w1IQ0URt9j0/s1600-h/another_ordinary_moment_by_oscarsnapshotter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc-bCbc8oZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/w1IQ0URt9j0/s400/another_ordinary_moment_by_oscarsnapshotter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318640150979060114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how an ordinary moment like this can be so extraordinary under the lens of a photographer. I cannot wait for my DSLR. Meanwhile work to get more cash first. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-8228898785894661045?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/8228898785894661045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/fake-tales-of-san-francisco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8228898785894661045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/8228898785894661045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/fake-tales-of-san-francisco.html' title='fake tales of San Francisco'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc-bCbc8oZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/w1IQ0URt9j0/s72-c/another_ordinary_moment_by_oscarsnapshotter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-7682141402560224548</id><published>2009-03-29T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:16:14.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new kids on the block</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc9Il402YcI/AAAAAAAAADI/ApgdsOoGhdc/s1600-h/2651_67385969172_527794172_1429467_7755136_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc9Il402YcI/AAAAAAAAADI/ApgdsOoGhdc/s400/2651_67385969172_527794172_1429467_7755136_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318549500694258114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DND'09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i grow up, i want to be a astronaut and fly to the moon. When i grow up, i want to be a doctor and save lives. When i grow up, i want to be a musician and write songs of love. When i grow up, i want to be a police officer and fight for justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i grow up, i want to be myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-7682141402560224548?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/7682141402560224548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-kids-on-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/7682141402560224548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/7682141402560224548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-kids-on-block.html' title='new kids on the block'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc9Il402YcI/AAAAAAAAADI/ApgdsOoGhdc/s72-c/2651_67385969172_527794172_1429467_7755136_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-7915051750736725134</id><published>2009-03-29T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:03:10.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we welcome you to, the new empire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc9G73vPqYI/AAAAAAAAADA/oRQDO4r1tPg/s1600-h/n760344917_2103594_2318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc9G73vPqYI/AAAAAAAAADA/oRQDO4r1tPg/s400/n760344917_2103594_2318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318547679336180098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something that music has the ability to do like nothing else in this world. It can reach right into the human soul and take hold of a person. It can captivate and inspire change, even in the darkest and most unlikely of places. It can break down the walls that we build up within ourselves that have stood strong for years. Where words fail, music has a voice. It sings the songs that we hide within ourselves – a melody that will last forever. It has no borders, and is biased to no language. A gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes, our fears, our past failures and future longings are transcribed within a song. It can not be totally understood, thought through logically, or worked down to a formula. And this is what makes it beautiful. This is what makes it worth it. This is where we can be totally real. This is where it begins. So let’s sing it out now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-7915051750736725134?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/7915051750736725134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-is-something-that-music-has.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/7915051750736725134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/7915051750736725134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-is-something-that-music-has.html' title='we welcome you to, the new empire'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc9G73vPqYI/AAAAAAAAADA/oRQDO4r1tPg/s72-c/n760344917_2103594_2318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-418399618892136815</id><published>2009-03-28T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:51:48.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory/Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc6BLUTvsXI/AAAAAAAAACY/7MeOirE0Otg/s1600-h/milowroid_1__by_stardustmelody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc6BLUTvsXI/AAAAAAAAACY/7MeOirE0Otg/s320/milowroid_1__by_stardustmelody.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318330241401205106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory to God for all the opportunities and open doors that allowed me to be a light of the world for Him in the last semester of my poly life. I listed them down, be it big or small gigs, everyone of them is God-sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. School Performance with E.&lt;br /&gt;2. New Year countdown gig with Jetlag.&lt;br /&gt;3. Temasek Poly Open House performance with E.&lt;br /&gt;4. Aaron's 21st.&lt;br /&gt;5. Live n Loaded !&lt;br /&gt;6. LRM's graduation night with Shawne.&lt;br /&gt;7. DND'09 with Ben &amp;amp; E.&lt;br /&gt;8. E &amp;amp; i performed one song at Timbre O School alongside Sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting ZOUK wanted us to play but we gave it a miss, and also Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's audition. I could sing hallelujah all night and it won't be sufficient to show my gratitude to the most high.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for E and for these gigs that i never imagined myself to be playing at. and above all, for dying for an unworthy person like me. Glory to You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-418399618892136815?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/418399618892136815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/gloryus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/418399618892136815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/418399618892136815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/gloryus.html' title='Glory/Us'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc6BLUTvsXI/AAAAAAAAACY/7MeOirE0Otg/s72-c/milowroid_1__by_stardustmelody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-7237362407056604504</id><published>2009-03-28T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:50:49.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a daily anthem, will you sing my song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc57np_cT1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/IeoegCN2T_o/s1600-h/Just_Two_by_kade6767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc57np_cT1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/IeoegCN2T_o/s320/Just_Two_by_kade6767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318324131188199250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to blog at such an ungodly hour. Today's service is pretty awesome yo. Both JR and myself agreed that CCC band has really move up to a whole new level of music. Their new song "help me" was amazing. The alternative/rock melody line and lyrics are of a new world. Seems like they're moving on to yet another great expedition in their music empire. Anyway, this week is major camp phenomenal. I really thank God that in my final year of poly life, i have made so many impacts with my guitar in public gigs and many great friends. I am not exaggerating when i say TP's the place to be in, because it is really the place to be in. I am indeed filled with much pride when i sing my school song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came into this school as students, we leave as a family. Once a TP-ian, always a TP-ian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-7237362407056604504?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/7237362407056604504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/daily-anthem-will-you-sing-my-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/7237362407056604504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/7237362407056604504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/daily-anthem-will-you-sing-my-song.html' title='a daily anthem, will you sing my song'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc57np_cT1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/IeoegCN2T_o/s72-c/Just_Two_by_kade6767.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982920594626594820.post-3947630828899302653</id><published>2009-03-28T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:30:36.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>newfound glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc5djtwa92I/AAAAAAAAACI/sgjmJEBsoVs/s1600-h/2609_63093377460_530327460_2034160_5343542_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc5djtwa92I/AAAAAAAAACI/sgjmJEBsoVs/s320/2609_63093377460_530327460_2034160_5343542_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318291078130628450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken at LRM's graduation night. Credits to Melissa. I somehow love this angle. :) And hey, if you're here at this new space, i thank you for sticking around. I was inspired by a friend's blog and decided to do a similar one. Simplicity is beauty like we've all known. Oh yeah it's probably gonna take forever to post up all the pictures i have so just check it out at my profile on facebook. Be back to blog later. Gonna go play on my guitar for awhile. Peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982920594626594820-3947630828899302653?l=theemptycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/feeds/3947630828899302653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/newfound-glory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/3947630828899302653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982920594626594820/posts/default/3947630828899302653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptycarnival.blogspot.com/2009/03/newfound-glory.html' title='newfound glory'/><author><name>Glenn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415300198748712901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ObzvcfEE3fE/Sc5djtwa92I/AAAAAAAAACI/sgjmJEBsoVs/s72-c/2609_63093377460_530327460_2034160_5343542_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
