<?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-6106199</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:04:27.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deep End</title><subtitle type='html'>Woot. Pradz in back in da house.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</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>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-114309387433342468</id><published>2006-03-23T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:06:32.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've moved tohttp://iwontgiveup.blogspot.combut this blog will still be kept active as an archive. cheers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/114309387433342468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/114309387433342468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114309387433342468' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112740613833387756</id><published>2005-09-22T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T14:16:04.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breaking The Habit, Tonight.I'll paint it on the walls 'Cause I'm the one at fault I'll never fight again And this is how it ends I don't know what's worth fighting for Or why I have to scream But now I have some clarity To show you what I mean I don't know how I got this I'll never be alright So I'm Breaking the habit Breaking the habit Tonight the past is gone,the present is theirs,but the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112740613833387756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112740613833387756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112740613833387756' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112712373391980975</id><published>2005-09-19T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:55:33.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Build Me Up Buttercup - The FoundationsWhy do you build me up (build me up) Buttercup, babyJust to let me down (let me down)and mess me aroundAnd then worst of all (worst of all) you never call, babyWhen you say you will (say you will) but I love you stillI need you (I need you) more than anyone, darlin'You know that I have from the startSo build me up (build me up) Buttercup, don't break my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112712373391980975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112712373391980975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112712373391980975' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112680087451643031</id><published>2005-09-15T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T00:14:34.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Onum!To all the Malayalees out there:Happy Onum!=)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112680087451643031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112680087451643031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112680087451643031' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112627926538949049</id><published>2005-09-09T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:21:05.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My ClassmatesI don't talk to my classmates much (one of my deepest regrets) but when i do, they're always darn amusing. Here are some excerpts from today:{jenn}:but it's true what. you say 9 months and two people in a room what dya expect pple to think? (disregard the gender problem  )clairvoyant says:hahahclairvoyant says:u pervert rg gal{jenn}:i am not a pervert{jenn}:  guys are preverts{jenn}:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112627926538949049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112627926538949049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112627926538949049' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112619323541888034</id><published>2005-09-08T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:27:15.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TagsLaziness has found new meaning. This post is just me replyin to tags. So lets get it started.jenn: mmm, german. *thinks of the guests* haha.jill: loose periodic sentence? the only thing the sentence loosened was my verbal bowels. weasels rock! woo. at least i'm better than a bairy heaver!maria: compare length.. of sentences. woah. my sji brains almost kicked in fer a second there. george </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112619323541888034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112619323541888034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112619323541888034' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112612264767814561</id><published>2005-09-08T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T03:50:47.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3.50amWell. As the title suggests, its a wonderful thursday morning and i have yet to rest my head against the soft comfort that is my pillow. Since i have already started this post, which has no purpose other than to amuse myself and add many more words to this abyss of literature (if i should be so bold as to call it that) that constitutes this blog, i shall not abruptly shorten your experience</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112612264767814561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112612264767814561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112612264767814561' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112602346240386445</id><published>2005-09-07T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:22:51.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Def Leppard - Two Steps BehindWalk away if you want to.It's ok, if you need to.Well, you can run, but you can never hideFrom the shadow that's creepin' up beside you.And, there's a magic runnin' through your soul,But you can't have it all.(whatever you do)Well, I'll be two steps behind you(wherever you go)And I'll be there to remind youThat it only takes a minute of your precious timeTo turn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112602346240386445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112602346240386445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112602346240386445' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112555874914394096</id><published>2005-09-01T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:12:29.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't Speak - No DoubtYou and me We used to be together Everyday together always I really feel That I'm losing my best friend I can't believeThis could be the end It looks as though you're letting go And if it's real Well I don't want to know Don't speak I know just what you're sayingSo please stop explaining Don't tell me cause it hurts Don't speak I know what you're thinking I don't need your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112555874914394096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112555874914394096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112555874914394096' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112555720407096865</id><published>2005-09-01T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T14:49:23.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wake Me Up When September ComesYou're beautiful. You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.I saw you face in a crowded place,And I don't know what to do,'Cause I'll never be with youjust so you know. don't feel bad or sad or anything. don't cry k? its not your fault. sometimes. these things. some things just gotta be the way they are. like i told you. i wish i could rewind everything, but i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112555720407096865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112555720407096865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112555720407096865' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112498607666762407</id><published>2005-08-22T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:07:56.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hero - NickelbackI am so high. I can hear heaven. I am so high. I can hear heaven.Oh but heaven, no heaven dont hear me.And they say that a hero can save us.Im not gonna stand here and wait. I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles. Watch as we all fly away.Someone told me love will ALL save us. But how can that be, look what love gave us.A world full of killing, and blood-spillingThat world never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112498607666762407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112498607666762407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112498607666762407' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112368201417885385</id><published>2005-08-10T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:05:10.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing Gets In Their Way- Frogmen Of The DeepReported to admiralty mrt at 7.10am and was returned to whence i reported 13 hours after i had arrived. I think the past 13 hours have been quite enriching. Opened my eyes alot to the ways of the army. Got a taste of army life too- 68 Pes A 18 year olds from various junior colleges and ITE's converged on on naval base for a chance to be part of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112368201417885385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112368201417885385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112368201417885385' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112340127175200528</id><published>2005-08-07T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T15:54:31.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>James Blunt - You're BeautifulMy life is brilliant.My love is pure.I saw an angel.Of that I'm sure.She smiled at me on the subway.She was with another man.But I won't lose no sleep on that,'Cause I've got a plan.You're beautiful. You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.I saw you face in a crowded place,And I don't know what to do,'Cause I'll never be with you.Yeah, she caught my eye,As we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112340127175200528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112340127175200528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112340127175200528' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112332089186389929</id><published>2005-08-06T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T17:34:51.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Robert Frost - The Road Not TakenTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,And both</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112332089186389929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112332089186389929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112332089186389929' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112281086502561152</id><published>2005-07-31T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:54:25.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pradeeps Believe It Or Not1. The world's youngest parents were 8 and 9 and lived in China in 1910.2. Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history:Spades - King DavidHearts - CharlemagneClubs - Alexander the GreatDiamonds - Julius Caesar3. 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321 4. If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112281086502561152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112281086502561152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112281086502561152' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112210215395704042</id><published>2005-07-23T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T15:07:43.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 21st Prashanth!My second oldest cousin from my dads side turned 21 yesterday. Went fer his birthday at the grassroots club. Very cool =) Was supposed to be there at 7.30 but then this huge jam along bukit timah caused me to be 1 hour late. I missed his birthday speech, which i heard from my other cousin was pretty cool. Man. My cousins rock. I think its because i don't have siblings that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112210215395704042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112210215395704042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112210215395704042' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112088679456796190</id><published>2005-07-09T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T13:26:34.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rob Thomas - This Is How A Heart BreaksDon't you wanna go for a rideJust keep your hands insideAnd make the most out of lifeNow don't you take it for grantedLife is like a mean machineIt made a mess outta meIt left me caught betweenLike an angry dream I was strandedAnd I'm steady but I'm starting to shakeAnd I don't know how much more I can takeThis is it nowEverybody get downThis is all I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112088679456796190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112088679456796190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112088679456796190' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-112023403095019629</id><published>2005-07-01T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:13:53.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Public Service AnnouncementAs part of public service to the regulars who spend precious minutes of their lives visiting this blog (even if it is just to listen to Howie Day) I shall, for once, provide some general knowledge here - as opposed to the normal irreverent postings that are deemed insulting (okok, sorry, took at stab Unknown) , lovey dovey (liyan, you said that! haha) and downright </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112023403095019629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/112023403095019629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112023403095019629' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111996697831159848</id><published>2005-06-28T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:56:18.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ObviouslyRecently I've been,Hopelessly reachingOut for this girl,Who's out of this world.Believe me.She's got a boyfriendHe drives her round the bendCos he's 23 He's in the marines He'd kill me For so many nights nowI find myself thinking about her now.'Cause obviously,She's out of my leagueBut how can I winShe keeps draggin' me in andI know I never will be good enough for her.No, noNever will be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111996697831159848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111996697831159848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111996697831159848' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111951195021532781</id><published>2005-06-23T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T15:39:53.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm AmusedI've never been spammed before, so thanks for the experience Unknown. I'm so amused in fact, i'm gonna dedicate this entry to you. Firstly i must sympathize with you man. Lag sucks. Next, it might be helpful if you were slightly more coherent. 'Bassy' and 'ffff' don't tell me much. Please, if you have to spam, do so in full sentences you clown. Oops. Did I just disrespect you? Anyways. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111951195021532781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111951195021532781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111951195021532781' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111939530865567390</id><published>2005-06-22T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T07:08:28.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost in the Morning Mist  Last night I dreamed of a love so real that now in the morning I feel so sad and alone stricken with a wound that'll never heal I lie on my side and close my eyes trying to remember a feeling that's died even now she's fading away as fuzzy twilight gives way to day  Just a random poem I found, nothing to do with what i'm feeling now really. haha. The mist outside now is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111939530865567390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111939530865567390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111939530865567390' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111902823609571104</id><published>2005-06-18T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T03:39:10.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Musings1. Finally added some links that I've been meaning to fer some time. Also changed the adds fer those of you who shifted blogs and such. Lets see, those newly added or changed; Jill, Nic, Bekky, Huiming, Sharmila, Lihang, Chok Chun, Gaius.2. The song playin in the background is Collide by Howie Day. My dirty little secret? I'm actually leeching this song off a friend. Yes Desmond Kwan, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111902823609571104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111902823609571104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111902823609571104' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111899579585716401</id><published>2005-06-17T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:15:18.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boredom KillsYour Brain is 46.67% Female, 53.33% MaleYour brain is a healthy mix of male and femaleYou are both sensitive and savvyRational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headedBut you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeveWhat Gender Is Your Brain?And you, stop friggin laughing, at least its still predominantly in one direction. wth. lol. Till i blog again, ciao.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111899579585716401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111899579585716401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111899579585716401' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111885410338965644</id><published>2005-06-16T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:48:23.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Terrarists Terrarize Fish &amp; Co </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111885410338965644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111885410338965644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111885410338965644' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111885341338003881</id><published>2005-06-16T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:36:53.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A big THANK YOU to the Terra Juniors for a wonderful JTS. Terra Shines! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111885341338003881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111885341338003881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111885341338003881' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111874029711127250</id><published>2005-06-14T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T18:07:13.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Messin With Gods WorkWhen we're born, God gives us a gift (other then life, our family, friends, yada yada). This is called the 'biological clock'. It tells your brain to sleep 4-5 hours after it gets dark and then to wake up when the sun comes up again. I just went to screw around with Gods splendour. Well. I didn't sleep yesterday. So i was awake from 11am yesterday to 9am today. At 8am i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111874029711127250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111874029711127250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111874029711127250' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111868074480257755</id><published>2005-06-14T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:51:06.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Terra JTS Photos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111868074480257755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111868074480257755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111868074480257755' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111849400055025059</id><published>2005-06-11T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T21:56:09.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Joe's Blog:The Joe-Prad Invitational it's now opened!!!registration is free!!!package includes a free tap dance around the court by the star guest dancer, Bloody Nair!!!attractive prizes (S$50) to be won!!!for more information,Johannes -91810807 Pradeep -91136604Tags!Yihui: The trappings of being male. hahaha. We HAVE to fight. lolWill: Aiyah nvm one la. I also almost forgot my own birthday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111849400055025059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111849400055025059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111849400055025059' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111817673031924126</id><published>2005-06-08T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T04:43:34.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Remember?Its 4.35am and I'm still very much awake this wednesday morning. The last few people have gone offline and so I'm here blogging. Just caught "Band of Brothers" on TV. I must say the show is very moving, for me at least. Its probably because I am very intrigued by events of the past. What draws me even more to the show is perhaps the fact that it based on the actual exploits of an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111817673031924126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111817673031924126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111817673031924126' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111782237388059015</id><published>2005-06-04T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T02:16:44.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>18Breathe in for luck,breathe in so deep,this air is blessed,you share with me.Hey. I know some of you are going to groan when i make this very acute observation- "woah. its been so long since i last blogged!". haha. But yes, i had to say it anyways. 18. I'm finally at the big 1-8. I find it amusing how i'm ushering in the 2nd last year of my teenage life so morosely. I suppose this is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111782237388059015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111782237388059015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111782237388059015' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111511953092305515</id><published>2005-05-03T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T19:25:30.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Lived, Loved and Lost.The ReasonI'm not a perfect personThere's many things I wish I didn't doBut I continue learningI never meant to do those things to youAnd so I have to say before I goThat I just want you to knowI've found a reason for meTo change who I used to beA reason to start over newand the reason is youI'm sorry that I hurt youIt's something I must live with everydayAnd all the pain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111511953092305515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111511953092305515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111511953092305515' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111374611459291793</id><published>2005-04-17T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:05:56.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> In the world of romance, one single rule applies tothe men:Make the woman happy. Do something she likes,and you get points. Do something she dislikes andpoints are subtracted. You don't get any points fordoing something she expects. Sorry, that's theway the game is played.Here is a guide to the point system:SIMPLE DUTIESYou make the bed (+1)You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillow(0)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111374611459291793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111374611459291793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111374611459291793' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111367465048413699</id><published>2005-04-17T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:01:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wah, knn. Those Buggers Too Smart Liao"Were the first words that left my mouth. Just keep waiting, its really a picture that isn't loading. Serious. Scouts honour! *raises 3 fingers* So ok now, for the lack of any profound or particularly inspirational to say, allow me to move on tags!Tags!Jason: hahahah. De La Salle must have really been watching over us. Next time, we wear long flowing robes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111367465048413699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111367465048413699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111367465048413699' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111313512509890971</id><published>2005-04-10T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:24:03.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111313512509890971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111313512509890971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111313512509890971' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111301720366419296</id><published>2005-04-09T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:45:18.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I PrayedHelp us not to give in to our fear, O Lord,but to face our doubts with faith,to face our problems with hope,and to face our trials with endurance.Let us truly believe that your graceis sufficient for us.Sorry that i haven't been replying much for the past 2 days. i've divided my time equally between trying to walk, sweating, throwing up, shivering, bleeding and sleeping. I developed a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111301720366419296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111301720366419296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111301720366419296' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111261894421872144</id><published>2005-04-04T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T20:58:26.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BlessedA well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?"Hands started going up.He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this.He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill.He then asked, "Who still wants it?"Still the hands were up in the air.Well, he replied, "What if I do this?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111261894421872144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111261894421872144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111261894421872144' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111253062677467814</id><published>2005-04-03T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T20:17:06.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RIP Pope John Paul II (1920-2005)The Catholic Church has lost its shepherd. The world has lost a champion of human freedom, and a good and faithful servant of God has been called home. - US President George W. Bush</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111253062677467814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111253062677467814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111253062677467814' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111245866616166634</id><published>2005-04-02T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T00:17:46.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Pray For The Holy Father, Pope John Paul II.Howdy AprilThe last days of March have passed into memory, the last day of orientation for the 2005 crop came to a close with the strained voices of Hoobastank's 'The Reason' the common tests for which some studied and burned their social lives (i shan't say that anyone didn't study, cos i'm rather sure that everyone did. whether they did it well, is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111245866616166634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111245866616166634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111245866616166634' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111183967794679300</id><published>2005-03-26T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T20:21:17.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Wanhua and Marco!!I feel like a pig. haha. While people have been spending their new found freedom having fun I've been sleeping. I happened to see Nette online so I casually asked her what she'd been up to. The response? "Shoppin and sippin coffee". Woah. Lucky I don't have a webcam or something 'cos i just stoned out at the com. hahah. Lemme try to give you an idea of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111183967794679300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111183967794679300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111183967794679300' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111167704120857446</id><published>2005-03-24T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:10:41.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>of saints and sinners, doves and daggersMy thoughts are terribly scattered so i'll just list some observations1. life is a series of vicious circles. i attempted to try and explain the matter as best as i could - however i ended up contradicting myself a number of times. so perhaps i shall breach this topic at a future date. I had some ideas on the bus ride home (if you're thinking, "musta been a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111167704120857446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111167704120857446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111167704120857446' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111106031193135856</id><published>2005-03-17T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T23:05:10.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey World,Wow. Its been quite some time since I've actually 'blogged'. Febuary 9th was the last time i actually wrote something here. haha. Its amazing how much has happened since then. Well. Maybe not exactly happened, but developed. Things have changed. For the better or worse? That leaves to be seen. I had a very interesting chat with someone this afternoon. She tried to psycho analyse me and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111106031193135856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111106031193135856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111106031193135856' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-111071902882058276</id><published>2005-03-13T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T21:11:22.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just heard the song on my winamp. The thing about music is that it bridges the language barrier no? So here. I'll put it here on my blog. Very heartfelt song. So here is it: Sunny/Cloudless/Clear Day (haha) by Zhou Jie Lun. Thanks fer lending me your CD Ni Qi. =)| Qing Tian | Sunny Daygu shi de xiao huang hua  cong chu sheng na nian jiu piao zhe  tong nian de dang qiu qian  sui ji yi yi zhi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111071902882058276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/111071902882058276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111071902882058276' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110995682289212168</id><published>2005-03-05T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T18:06:42.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Blur, The Brent and The Ugly. (ps My thanks to Brent fer taking all those great pictures that i regularly put on me blog) Tags!alien: you tried typing reverse smilies right? haha. stupeed tagboard. lol. but i gotta agree man. 'real to me' rocks. =)wan*~: we'll check with Mr. Menon. haha. i feel inspired by your sushi deal. lol.maria: remind me to try on you in school. then you can see first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110995682289212168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110995682289212168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110995682289212168' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110940795015443508</id><published>2005-02-26T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T16:52:30.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pick Up Lines! [originally from Joes blog]There's this movie I wanted to see and my mom said I couldn't go by myself.....Honey, I'm new in this town - dya think I could have directions to your house.I've just moved you to the top of my 'to do' list.Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?Excuse me, I just noticed you noticing me and I just wanted to give you notice that I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110940795015443508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110940795015443508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110940795015443508' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110909347680155752</id><published>2005-02-23T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T01:31:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rockin Wit Da Radio! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110909347680155752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110909347680155752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110909347680155752' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110878817939049552</id><published>2005-02-19T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T12:42:59.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boulevard of Broken DreamsI walk a lonely roadThe only one that I have ever knownDon't know where it goesBut it's home to me and I walk aloneI walk this empty streetOn the Boulevard of Broken DreamsWhere the city sleepsand I'm the only one and I walk aloneI walk aloneI walk aloneI walk aloneI walk a...My shadow's the only one that walks beside meMy shallow heart's the only thing that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110878817939049552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110878817939049552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110878817939049552' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110786446614561646</id><published>2005-02-08T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:28:57.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai.. Hong Bao Na Lai! Finally an update an CNY Eve. Well, today NJ celebrated the new year with the standard array of convert performances for the year 2's and NE related activities for the year1's. haha. Had to contend with a cold during the whole thing. My throat was sore (which i made worse by shouting like crazy the night before, haha) and my nose was running - not to mention </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110786446614561646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110786446614561646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110786446614561646' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110657646023578218</id><published>2005-01-24T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:09:32.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post Note: I was wondering why this song sounded so familiar when Brent sent it to me, then I realised it was played during the SA Dance party. haha. Reminds me of my OG, so here: lemme dedicate this to my great juniors of 05s23! Rock on guys =)Only One Broken, this fragile thing nowAnd I can't, I can't pick up the piecesAnd I've thrown my words all aroundBut I can't, I can't give you a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110657646023578218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110657646023578218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110657646023578218' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110641535040604460</id><published>2005-01-23T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T01:46:27.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kampong BahruJust came back from the Kampong Bahru outing. haha. Like Pearlyn said, it was crappy and cool! haha. A very nice combination if i should say so myself. Had lots of fun with Huimin, Saumya, Pearlyn, Yi Chuen, Kevin, Shaun and Harland. lol. Took some more damn gay neo prints as well. The only 2 times i've EVER stepped into a neoprint machine is with the Bahru people la. haha. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110641535040604460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110641535040604460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110641535040604460' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110628455355501567</id><published>2005-01-21T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T13:15:53.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets Go Back To The Start..Man. When i look at the year 1's, i wish so badly that i was in my first year again. haha. Then again who doesn't? I bet most people would give alot to go back and change things. Admittedly, I am one of those people. In retrospect, maybe i should have said things when it was the right time to say them, perhaps i should have kept silent during certain times. I should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110628455355501567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110628455355501567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110628455355501567' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110585622360814972</id><published>2005-01-16T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:45:10.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QuotesHere are some quotes I found spoken by a man whom I consider one of the most charismatic statesmen of all time, Sir Winston Churhill (yes, i don't really have anything else to blog about, so i'll do this. haha)"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire."(refering to Adolf Hitler)  "History will be kind to me for I intend to write it." (During WWII)"All great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110585622360814972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110585622360814972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110585622360814972' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110579500202414453</id><published>2005-01-15T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T21:16:42.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My OG, 05s23! =) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110579500202414453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110579500202414453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110579500202414453' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110571675453048641</id><published>2005-01-14T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T23:32:34.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Down And OutThis is terribly hard for me to do. haha. Cos i don't like talking about my problems. I find it very discomforting. I have a severe open-up-o-phobia. Strange for someone who you might think lives to fill the world with carbon dioxide from his lungs. But yep. Its strange. It also hit me as rather weird when Richard commented, "Wah, Pradeep so serious and professional-like today" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110571675453048641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110571675453048641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110571675453048641' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110561179075888346</id><published>2005-01-13T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T18:27:27.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Feedbackers!(From Left to right)Top Row: Yuman, Junxian, Christopher, Sangeetha, MarcoMiddle Row: Soon Kit, Praseetha, Heng Wee, Shu HuiBottom Row: Pradeep, Shaun, Emmiline, DianaNot In Picture: Michael  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110561179075888346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110561179075888346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110561179075888346' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110525007179279763</id><published>2005-01-09T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T13:54:31.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So extra, I'm the only one doing the wrong handsign. haha. I dunno why Brent is looking this way though. haha. Hes probably wondering what the hell I'm doing. hahaha. =)  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110525007179279763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110525007179279763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110525007179279763' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110502446279187324</id><published>2005-01-06T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T23:32:35.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>05s23 Rocks!!Woah man. My OG owns. haha. When I was a J1, I never crashed another JC's orientation. This year however my OG friggin brought me to crash SAJC Dance Party. haha. Apparently one of the girls had an inside contact and it got us all in. Man they rock. Guess which songs they played at the dance party? Accidently In Love and That Thing You Do!!! hahaha. And guess what the 05s23 people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110502446279187324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110502446279187324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110502446279187324' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110484782601894888</id><published>2005-01-04T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T22:20:46.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Puddle Of Mud - Blurry Everything’s so blurryand everyone's so fakeand everybody’s emptyand everything is so messed uppre-occupied without youI cannot live at allmy whole world surrounds youI stumble then I crawlyou could be my someoneyou could be my savioryou know that I'll protect youfrom all of the obsceneI wonder what your doingimagine where you arethere's oceans in between </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110484782601894888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110484782601894888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110484782601894888' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110460124791906489</id><published>2005-01-01T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T01:40:47.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally, its 2005! =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110460124791906489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110460124791906489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110460124791906489' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110450489743441228</id><published>2004-12-31T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T23:06:48.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2004 - In RetrospectFor This I Pray1. God, help me to gain back my Faith. It has been sorely tried and tested over the course of the past year.2. God, help me to be a better person. Make me understand that your grace alone is enough for me. Help me to become a better son, friend, councilor and com head to those around me.3. God, I'm terribly sorry about this - but I'm gonna cuss and swear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110450489743441228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110450489743441228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110450489743441228' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110442235245917569</id><published>2004-12-30T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T00:09:58.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heres Wishing You A Splendid Birthday Ms. Diana Ngiam Cheng Theng!And heres something else to make the post longer, haha.You Are the Enthusiast    7  You are outgoing and playful - always seeing the happy side to life.You're enthusiastic and excitable. You love anything new.Multi-talented, you do many things well... and find success easy.You prefer to keep things light with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110442235245917569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110442235245917569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110442235245917569' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110430218913661746</id><published>2004-12-29T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T14:36:29.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Terrible Terrible TragedyAs reports of the effects of the 9.0 Ricter earthquake off the north western part of Sumatra pours in, it is now becoming painfully obvious the scale of the tragedy that hit Asia on the 26th. Hundreds of scuba divers off Phuket are missing, thousands of fishermen who were in the Indian Ocean at the time of the quake have still not returned, bodies are lying on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110430218913661746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110430218913661746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110430218913661746' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110399773922317811</id><published>2004-12-26T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T02:02:19.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas..!Man. My snow lags (thinks of Kah Yen)! haha. Thanks to CX for helping me er, bring snow to the blog. I can't control the elements in Singapore, but I can control the weather on Liquid Black! haha. Well, its been 1 hour and 46 minutes after Christmas. Its an interesting holiday, Christmas. Makes you feel surprisingly warm inside for a holiday thats </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110399773922317811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110399773922317811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110399773922317811' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110390083967023314</id><published>2004-12-24T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:07:19.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.. A Merry Christmas To All.. And To All, A Good Night.I don't want a lot for ChristmasThere is just one thing I needI don't care about the presentsUnderneath the Christmas treeI just want you for my ownMore than you could ever knowMake my wish come true...All I want for Christmas is You... yeah yeahI don't want a lot for ChristmasThere is just one thing I need(and I) Don't care </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110390083967023314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110390083967023314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110390083967023314' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110363336118161479</id><published>2004-12-21T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T20:49:21.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahh. Boredom.You're chocolate.  You're the old soul type, peoplefeel that they have known you their entirelife.  Many often open up to you for they viewyou as thoughtful and trustworthy.  Althoughpeople trust you, you have a hard time trustingthem.  You prefer to keep your feelings bottledup inside, or display them very quietly.  It isalright to open up every once in a while. Which kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110363336118161479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110363336118161479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110363336118161479' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110356045277167405</id><published>2004-12-20T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:42:24.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exco Meeting"Y..yo..you bring me here.. to see his face?" For some reason, that line from the SF CP came to mind when I was sitting there in the room. Anyways. The exco meeting was pretty quick. One by one aspects of the orientation were convered and it was done. Man. Exco meetings are a pain whenever hes around. I always kenna suan. haha. In SJI there might have been 2-3 dozen words (none of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110356045277167405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110356045277167405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110356045277167405' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110329608148959022</id><published>2004-12-17T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T23:25:14.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another WeekendIts strange, holidays. I seem to hate the weekends but love the weekdays. Thats prolly cos i get to get back to school and hang out with everyone on weekdays. haha. Lets see. What happened today. Ok. Went to school in the morning to play pool fer a while. (theres a pool table in NJ btw. oh hell yes) I touched my first cue stick some few days back and today - i played my first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110329608148959022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110329608148959022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110329608148959022' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110312637390889484</id><published>2004-12-15T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T00:27:28.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man.. I Miss SJI..Tags!Jason: hahah. that was damn lame. agent p and agent p. man. i miss sji. but no, this doesn't have the slightest bit to do with MIB. you'll understand when you see the orientation video next year ;)BrentZ/Sonny: "..shit! where? on the floor!" haha. wah lauu. they should have taken bloopers of the filming la. it woulda been damn funny.Agent X: Gab! Its you!! It all makes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110312637390889484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110312637390889484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110312637390889484' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110302972133832951</id><published>2004-12-14T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T00:09:57.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Got A Problem, Punk?(ps. SJI Guys: Remember the MIB thing I did for Teachers Day in sec4? This was the coat. hahaha. Finally it makes an appearance in NJ. lol)  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110302972133832951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110302972133832951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110302972133832951' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110287947303544370</id><published>2004-12-13T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T02:18:35.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Don't Know How Pooh Got There.. Really..! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110287947303544370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110287947303544370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110287947303544370' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110286627723115091</id><published>2004-12-12T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T23:44:37.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look What You've DoneTake my photo off the wallIf it just won't sing for you'Cause all that's left has gone awayAnd there's nothing there for you to proveOh, look what you've doneYou've made a fool of everyoneOh well, it seems likes such funUntil you lose what you had wonGive me back my point of view'Cause I just can't think for youI can hardly hear you sayWhat should I do, well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110286627723115091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110286627723115091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110286627723115091' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110280030727823329</id><published>2004-12-12T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T05:31:31.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5amI couldn't think of any other title that would so aptly sum up this post. haha. Wah lau. Waited like 2.5 hours to read Ferleens blog entry. I thought she was joking when she said "I take hours to write, really!" (this was at 1 something). But she did. Man. She is one craaaazy young lady. Young woman, when I was your age, I was sleeping even before it was dark! ok fine, slight exaggeration </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110280030727823329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110280030727823329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110280030727823329' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110261490046202319</id><published>2004-12-10T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T23:01:20.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feedback JTS Photo! Tags!Bob: Wah lau ehhh. Eh, I think someone must have spiked my drink when I made that bet la.. But my heartiest congrats to the Prom Queen Lynette and the Prom King Russel! Bobby, can i bribe you. haha.Yihui(and mike): It sorta fits la! You should see it sometime!!Saumya: Dancing to numb at 2+am in the morning rocks! haha. Ferleen also another crazy one, mass dancing at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110261490046202319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110261490046202319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110261490046202319' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110255242215293912</id><published>2004-12-09T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T08:33:42.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disclaimer: Apologies if the entry has numerous errors, I'm doing this half asleep. haha.Another AdHoc Bites The DustInvestitureNational DayTeachers DayNJC Open DayHalloween (introduced by the 37th SC)and now another joins the listSeniors FarewellMan. Its numbing to imagine that we've just got through the last adhoc of the year. Another adhoc successfully completed and yet another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110255242215293912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110255242215293912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110255242215293912' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110235470424876180</id><published>2004-12-07T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T01:44:41.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feedback Unit JTS!Feedback had its JTS today! Just wanna thank the 7 seniors (+ khalid, haha) and 8 juniors who showed up. You guys rule. I'll give a fuller update tomorrow or something. Damn shagged now. I'll upload the photos soon feedbackers! =D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110235470424876180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110235470424876180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110235470424876180' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110226032584711542</id><published>2004-12-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T23:38:38.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Terra JTS!Finally Terra house had our first JTS! Man. It was really good to see all the seniors and terrarists again. The rest of em' met at 2 to play some pool and hang out. They ran into the Aerius people i heard. Then being slightly late as usual I showed up at 7.10pm. They were waiting for me at Fish and Co. haha. Thanks for waiting people! haha. (thanks for stalling them Junkiat, captain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110226032584711542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110226032584711542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110226032584711542' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110207703726280541</id><published>2004-12-03T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T22:01:17.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Gonna Make You Dance, Heres You Chance..Now lose it, just lose it, go crazy! haha. Just listening to a damn funny song by Eminem. Yep, the one that drew flak from the Jackson family - Just Lose It. haha. My Dad just walked in on me and gave me the "Haiz, Kids these days look". haha. Hell. I don't care, must be the fresh paint i smelt on the way back. I'm positively high. Can't wait for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110207703726280541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110207703726280541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110207703726280541' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110182707746629710</id><published>2004-11-30T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:06:44.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Response To "Pulau Pinang, Malaysia" UpdatedBloody hell! Was my first reaction when I read my inbox and tagboard. haha. Basically because I never expected people to actually email in response to an article and much less tag about it. Firstly I'd like to say that I am frightened by the fact that I have become a documentary writer! Good God. My crap is making some sense apparently? Not good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110182707746629710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110182707746629710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110182707746629710' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110172891575807678</id><published>2004-11-29T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T00:21:54.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pulau Pinang, Malaysia UpdatedThings I learnt/observed while in Malaysia:About Penang1. Pulau Pinang, commonly known as Penang, is a state off the Malaysian Peninsula, located towards the north, slightly below the Kingdom of Thailand.2. The bridge that connects Penang to the mainland is 13.5km long and the Ex-Prime Minister of Malaysia, Dr. Mahathir Mohammed was the man who officially </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110172891575807678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110172891575807678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110172891575807678' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110096425158449100</id><published>2004-11-20T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T23:26:48.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday!Happy Birthday Liquid Black! At the time of posting, you will be officially 1 year old. How about that =) And what a year its been! My Lord. I cannot count on one hand the number of times the thought of closing you down came to mind (I'm sorry I have to bring this up on your birthday, but yes, I almost orphaned you!) When I first conceived you 1 year ago to this day, on a warm, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110096425158449100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110096425158449100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110096425158449100' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110087716907815804</id><published>2004-11-19T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T23:12:49.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Page Of The SJI DiaryGod, Grant Me The Serenity To Accept The Things I Cannot Change,Grant Me The Courage To Change The Things That I Can AndThe Wisdom To Know The Difference- Reinhold Neibuhr</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110087716907815804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110087716907815804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110087716907815804' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110061709053232858</id><published>2004-11-16T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:17:33.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wounds Unseen?Woah. Met up with some friends at Temesek Country Club to play badminton and I must say the memories flooded back to me. The barbed wire on either side of the road, the heavily armed Gurkha at the United Overseas College - all these sights so familiar to me a year ago I see again. All too familiar. Soon the orange coloured walls of the club became evident against the drab </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110061709053232858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110061709053232858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110061709053232858' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110053008892387255</id><published>2004-11-15T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T22:48:08.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Open Day Mass Dancers! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110053008892387255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110053008892387255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110053008892387255' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110049171271236284</id><published>2004-11-15T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T12:08:32.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still Feels Like The First Game Of My Life1 loss, 2 wins and God willing, i'll find myself in the quarter finals. Just got myself home. 15-9 6-15 15-8. But man. I'm damn dissapointed at todays game. Yes i won the game but i lost the mental battle. haha. After my first set win I was super psyched going into the second set. In fact in the second set i was leading, 6-4. Then the guy I was playing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110049171271236284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110049171271236284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110049171271236284' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110037461194984426</id><published>2004-11-14T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T04:11:39.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4.13amWoah. I finally updated my link list. haha. Been telling myself to do it for a long time but never got down to it. haha. Just spent the better part of the last 2 hours surfing blogs (and stumbling onto ones i didn't know existed). Thanks also in part to the extensive link lists of Brents and Gerards blogs. haha. I'm hoping i got all your links there? If not, please tag me with your URL! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110037461194984426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110037461194984426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110037461194984426' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110035621382769423</id><published>2004-11-13T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T22:47:57.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You Won The Rally"It has been a long time since I've felt tired. Hell, its been a long time since I've SLEPT soundly. But this day, I did. haha. I just woke up from a nap I've been having since around 6. I had my second match of the open today and I had to win it to stay in the game, since i lost my first match, lol. Was playing this 18 year old guy from Temesek Poly. Before the match we were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110035621382769423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110035621382769423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110035621382769423' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110010977270115386</id><published>2004-11-11T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T02:02:52.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Diwali!Matt Kong: yeayeayea. haha. Eh bro. Where are you now man, what you up to? Seriously haven't heard from you in damn long.Minghui: No stress la. I just enjoy looking flustered. ;)Cand: Yah la. See Cand, not telling me the add is giving me so much stress.Liyan: Heyyaaas! Thanks fer droppin by. =)Emmi: Em, the FBU is to me what a panadol is to a guy with a headache! lol. You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110010977270115386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110010977270115386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110010977270115386' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-110010976398033605</id><published>2004-11-10T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T02:02:43.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Diwali!Matt Kong: yeayeayea. haha. Eh bro. Where are you now man, what you up to? Seriously haven't heard from you in damn long.Minghui: No stress la. I just enjoy looking flustered. ;)Cand: Yah la. See Cand, not telling me the add is giving me so much stress.Liyan: Heyyaaas! Thanks fer droppin by. =)Emmi: Em, the FBU is to me what a panadol is to a guy with a headache! lol. You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110010976398033605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/110010976398033605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110010976398033605' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-109982716245977212</id><published>2004-11-07T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:32:42.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Accidently In Love?So she said what's the problem babyWhat's the problem I don't know Well maybe I'm in love (love) think about it every timeI think about itcan't stop thinking 'bout itHow much longer will it take to cure thisjust to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love) makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love come on, come on turn a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109982716245977212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109982716245977212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109982716245977212' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-109931409639683074</id><published>2004-11-01T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:06:23.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time CapsuleWell. I censored the post that intended to write here cos i think it was a tad too depressing. lol. One whole post about what the hell is wrong with me right now. haha. So I thought, what the hell. I'll make this a time capsule post. 1 year to this day, or maybe at the end of my time in NJ i'll post the article. Hmm. Alot of pent up shiat went into that. Maybe its a good thing i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109931409639683074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109931409639683074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109931409639683074' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-109829399112046283</id><published>2004-10-21T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T01:45:49.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lol. I promised myself that i'd post this exactly one year after i wrote it. haha. That day happened to be NJC Open Day so i missed it. But here, lemme officially stay true to my word. Amazing how so much has happened between that article and now. I think i'm a very different person - plus my 2.4 timing has mighty improved. hahaha. Heres one for the history books:My Last Run In SJIIt never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109829399112046283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109829399112046283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109829399112046283' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-109803129560328528</id><published>2004-10-17T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T00:56:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye, Open DayI finally feel what Daniel felt at the end of NDC. Very empty. My God, i never thought i'd say this but its really over. My Ad Hoc came and went. =) But I just wanna write it down here for the record:Diana/Pub Com- Thanks for all the publicity you guys dedicated to Open Day, the final count is that we had visitors well in excess of 2000. I mean lol, we ran out of goodie bags </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109803129560328528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109803129560328528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109803129560328528' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-109777175128844756</id><published>2004-10-15T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T00:35:51.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The 37th NJC Student Council </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109777175128844756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109777175128844756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109777175128844756' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-109759839675392920</id><published>2004-10-13T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T00:34:34.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do It Not With Your Mind, Do It With You HeartMan. I am so proud of the 37th. We were learning the mass dance today and I suddenly deceided to sit down and watch everyone do the mass dance. Its an amazing sight I tell you. Candace's knee isn't doing too well but she was still so enthu, Krystal just learnt the dance a day ago but was already teaching people. Brent, Heng Wee and Gerard all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109759839675392920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109759839675392920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759839675392920' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-109734810107567967</id><published>2004-10-10T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T02:55:01.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>..Oh Take Me Back To The StartHeyas! Sorry for the super lag time between my last update and now. As you all should know there were the promos and more recently, this virus infected my com causing me two days of sleeplessness trying to weed it out. I finally got rid of it, but not before it scrambled about 50 folders in my C Drive. *grumbles* Ah today, lets see, what happened.. There was Bio </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109734810107567967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109734810107567967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109734810107567967' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-109552307040959889</id><published>2004-09-18T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T00:19:28.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The 7th Feedback Unit!haha. This blog is becoming more of a picture blog everyday. Anyways, you saw the logo, now you see the people! Presenting to you the 7th Feedback Unit of the 37th NJC Student Council!1st Row Upwards, Right to left: Diana, Pradeep (i look especially bangla in this photo I'm told. hahha.), Shuhui, Michael, Emmiline, Soon Kit, Sangeetha, Marco, Praseetha, Junxian, Yuman, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109552307040959889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109552307040959889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109552307040959889' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-109475070857488534</id><published>2004-09-10T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T01:31:47.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heyas. Thats the Feedback Unit's logo at the moment. Many thanks to Tan Heng Wee for coming up with the design. Also. To those out there who've been waiting, the 37th Student Council website will be up and running by coming Monday. Thanks to Michael Ryan Chan and Shaun Tan for their hard work on the site. Thanks also goes out to Ho Yi Chuen who provided support during this time. haha. Damn. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109475070857488534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109475070857488534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109475070857488534' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-109456113337163415</id><published>2004-09-07T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:17:13.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whats Happenin!I finally had the time to slack around online so i went serial tagging alot of my friends. haha. So proud of myself. But on a more serious note, i've been working real hard for my GP and came across a new phrase, which i intend to sprinkle liberally in my essays henceforth:From the Urban Dictionary:fo' shizzle ma nizzle-"fo shizzle ma nizzle" is a bastardization of "fo' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109456113337163415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109456113337163415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109456113337163415' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-109368721895131295</id><published>2004-08-28T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T18:00:18.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Onum!To all the Malayalees in Singapore - Happy Onum!  Also, just to note this date so i can remember in the future: This is my first step to being a bollywood star! haha. yep. My nanosecond long interview on Vasantham (in tamil by the way. hahahah) is showing today. lol. I can just see Shah Rukh Khan quivering in his pants. =P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109368721895131295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109368721895131295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109368721895131295' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-109241131598187825</id><published>2004-08-13T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T23:35:15.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Robbie Williams - FeelCome and hold my handI wanna contact the livingNot sure I understandThis role I've been givenI sit and talk to GodAnd he just laughs at my plansMy head speaks a languageI don't understandI just wanna feelReal love fill the home that I live inCos I got too much lifeRunning thru my veinsGoing to wasteI don't wanna dieBut I ain't keen on living eitherBefore I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109241131598187825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109241131598187825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109241131598187825' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106199.post-109214297881521054</id><published>2004-08-10T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T21:04:30.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Copy this whole list into your journal.2. Bold the things that are true about you.3. Whatever you don't bold is false.01. When I was younger, I made some bad decisions 02. I don't watch much TV these days03. I love broccoli04. I love sleeping05. I have loads of books06. I once slept in a toilet07. I love playing video games 10. I watch 'One Tree Hill'11. I like sharks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109214297881521054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106199/posts/default/109214297881521054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pradzindahouse.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109214297881521054' title=''/><author><name>Pradz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281902670730515303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
