<?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-4419361829164552216</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:45:30.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raymond's Home Page!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azreus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419361829164552216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azreus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.: rui :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167805258011158371</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419361829164552216.post-5768184863689982026</id><published>2008-04-04T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T06:12:07.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd post.</title><content type='html'>its almost a year back since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling real down again. it was the exact same feeling some 3 years back. ive never wanted things to happen this way. everything was so beautiful its like a picture perfect painting; colorful, vibrant, magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then things start to go wrong. age, security, me being a bartender, me going nus, everything. but is it really me? i was termed cunning, evil, egoistic, a flirt. im not sure about cunning and evil, but if i really had ego, let me ask u: what is ego when its something when uve already trampled so hard upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i shouldnt even have commited to u. when u asked me, "is it because u got what u wanted, thats why ur so cold to me now?" i should have replied yes. why did i spend my night pondering over the question u posed on me. and after everything, when i started to devote not just physically but emotionally to u, u told me that everything is not right. we are not suitable. we are not meant for each other. im too young for u. i do not give u a sense of security. i flirt with girls. i am cunning because i approached ur friend to talk about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not going to try anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although no one is going to read this, and i know u will not be reading this, thanks really a whole lot. for everything. for ur macaroons, for scooping ice cream for me, for cheering me up when im down, for telling me off when im in a bad temper so that i can change for the better. i really appreciate u. u really know how to fix a broken heart. well, at least, im healing and im moving on, slowly but surely. thank you, princess sharon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419361829164552216-5768184863689982026?l=azreus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azreus.blogspot.com/feeds/5768184863689982026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419361829164552216&amp;postID=5768184863689982026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419361829164552216/posts/default/5768184863689982026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419361829164552216/posts/default/5768184863689982026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azreus.blogspot.com/2008/04/2nd-post.html' title='2nd post.'/><author><name>.: rui :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167805258011158371</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-4419361829164552216.post-453071217456844323</id><published>2007-04-27T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T07:46:12.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>Its been ages since i last blogged. A brand new blog, naturally shall start with a good post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it high time somebody got negative about negativity? Well yes it is. Look around us. This world is full of things and events that, according to the nay-sayers of the past and the present, should never have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be stupid."&lt;br /&gt;"Impossible."&lt;br /&gt;"Impractical."&lt;br /&gt;"Naive."&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, the word "yes" came out from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the earth is found to be spherical when people once believed it to be flat. Man are now playing golf on moon that people once said it is impossible even to fly. Drugs are created for diseases that people once thought they are incurable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What then, does it take to turn no into yes? Curiosity. An open mind. A willingness to take risks. When the problems seem to be insoluble, when the obstacles seem impossible to cross, when everyone else is shaking their heads, we say: Let’s go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy once told me that the killer of mankind is having naive thoughts. I say that the killer of mankind is not having naive thoughts. After all, a naive thought is a start to the some of the earth’s greatest inventions. People used to say that it is naive to believe that there is a cure to cancer. Now, as stem cell research and biotechnology continue to advance, people start to hope for a cure. In the future, who can say that there is definitely no cure for cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, isn't it naive for him, a 26 year old, to say that the killer of mankind is having naive thoughts? How ironic. Now fuck him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads to another thought in my mind. Does experience and maturity really go by age? In my viewpoint, (in other words, you don't have to agree with me) age is just a mere number. Maturity comes with experience, while experience comes with not just obstacles and challenges, but how you overcome those obstacles and face those challenges. Life is a hurdles race. Age is the distance. Each time you cross a hurdle is one experience gained on how you can cross the next better. If you choose to just run through all the hurdles, you will reach the end point ultimately, maybe even faster compared to those jumping over those hurdles on at a time, but you gain nothing out of it. You age, you grow old, but you did not mature as you age. You gained nothing out of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then these people who love to "play by age"(I cannot find a better phrase) starts to influence young people they know with their weak mindset: Walk through the hurdles. Easy way out. This brings back to the start of my post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be stupid."&lt;br /&gt;"Impossible."&lt;br /&gt;"Impractical."&lt;br /&gt;"Naive."&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to everyone reading this, instead of saying, "It is impossible to do it." why not say "How can I do it?" Start now, with a naive thought on your mind. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419361829164552216-453071217456844323?l=azreus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azreus.blogspot.com/feeds/453071217456844323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419361829164552216&amp;postID=453071217456844323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419361829164552216/posts/default/453071217456844323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419361829164552216/posts/default/453071217456844323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azreus.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-post.html' title='First post'/><author><name>.: rui :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167805258011158371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
