<?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-1719500044668042889</id><updated>2012-01-25T10:02:23.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Booya~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719500044668042889.post-5694247228349079946</id><published>2012-01-19T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:09:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My heart is in pieces.&lt;div&gt;Life just keep getting worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no strength to carry on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My smiles are fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just said one of the worst thing i could ever say to the one i love most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wounds i have now is something time can never heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is bleeding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish it could all end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life, and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719500044668042889-5694247228349079946?l=livethepleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5694247228349079946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719500044668042889&amp;postID=5694247228349079946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/5694247228349079946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/5694247228349079946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-heart-is-in-pieces.html' title=''/><author><name>Booya~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719500044668042889.post-2739657915258311895</id><published>2011-11-26T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:43:39.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jack of nothing, master of none.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719500044668042889-2739657915258311895?l=livethepleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2739657915258311895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719500044668042889&amp;postID=2739657915258311895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/2739657915258311895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/2739657915258311895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/2011/11/jack-of-nothing-master-of-none.html' title=''/><author><name>Booya~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719500044668042889.post-1129430265774702354</id><published>2011-11-24T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T17:12:41.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it'd probably be like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719500044668042889-1129430265774702354?l=livethepleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/1129430265774702354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719500044668042889&amp;postID=1129430265774702354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/1129430265774702354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/1129430265774702354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/2011/11/well-itd-probably-be-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Booya~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719500044668042889.post-6680674071939568003</id><published>2011-11-19T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:33:15.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do i stand?</title><content type='html'>Maybe i think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just wonder where do i stand.&lt;br /&gt;And it's just the same,&lt;br /&gt;i'll always be the last to be picked, but the first among the last to be picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i right?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if i'm hated, or liked.&lt;br /&gt;Or just non-existent, neutral, not needed until there's some use for me.&lt;br /&gt;Would i be better off just being alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions in my head.&lt;br /&gt;The only time i really feel happy, truly happy is with the VS peeps.&lt;br /&gt;At least these guys go town for movies once in awhile,&lt;br /&gt;or come my house to play Xbox. Or at least i know there's no "i'm hiding something from you" feeling, or there's no "there's something i don't know that's going on but everyone else knows" kind of feeling. At least i feel included, even though we're in different schools now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others, i don't know, i really don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;207, 209, MJchoir..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm thinking too much, but i'm just the type of person who thinks a lot, i take note of things happening around me as well and start questioning myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they have their reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not. But i really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im the i just fit anywhere but i don't belong anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;So funny, this coming from me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just want to cut ties with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Me, myself. No bonds, no expectations, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it'll be nice if someone cared for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719500044668042889-6680674071939568003?l=livethepleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6680674071939568003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719500044668042889&amp;postID=6680674071939568003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/6680674071939568003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/6680674071939568003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-do-i-stand.html' title='Where do i stand?'/><author><name>Booya~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719500044668042889.post-8159265282445725573</id><published>2011-07-31T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:46:43.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Maybe it's just that everyone else have their own problems to be bothered with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably asking for too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I right? Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719500044668042889-8159265282445725573?l=livethepleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8159265282445725573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719500044668042889&amp;postID=8159265282445725573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/8159265282445725573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/8159265282445725573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/2011/07/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>Booya~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719500044668042889.post-342173041315685059</id><published>2011-07-31T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:46:36.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;If friends are always there for each other, I wonder how many I do I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Asked yourself this before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really sucks for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719500044668042889-342173041315685059?l=livethepleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/342173041315685059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719500044668042889&amp;postID=342173041315685059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/342173041315685059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/342173041315685059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/2011/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Booya~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719500044668042889.post-2074327939312282688</id><published>2011-06-22T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:47:07.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How ironic that people in working life tell us about making friends and how important friendship is, and all the values of life when the world they live in is full of the opposite. Do i make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to stay true to my values though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really miss singing, can't wait for caroling. I want to sing all the old songs again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719500044668042889-2074327939312282688?l=livethepleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2074327939312282688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719500044668042889&amp;postID=2074327939312282688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/2074327939312282688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/2074327939312282688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/2011/06/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>Booya~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719500044668042889.post-5943256943717662185</id><published>2010-12-06T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:16:09.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD I AM YU XIAO XIANG @ MYO MIN NAING.COM. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719500044668042889-5943256943717662185?l=livethepleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5943256943717662185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719500044668042889&amp;postID=5943256943717662185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/5943256943717662185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/5943256943717662185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-world-i-am-yu-xiao-xiang-myo-min.html' title=''/><author><name>Booya~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719500044668042889.post-3704240971061942918</id><published>2010-11-05T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:43:34.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alone, but not alone.</title><content type='html'>Hello blog, it's been awhile since i posted here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this blog has become a place where i post about things,&lt;br /&gt;when i feel kind of (insert a word you can think of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where to start, cause i think there's like many things running through my mind, after today. I don't know why but everything just came crumbling down on me on my way home. And yeah, maybe i should've taken 196 home from parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, shall stop here. I have no idea how to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719500044668042889-3704240971061942918?l=livethepleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3704240971061942918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719500044668042889&amp;postID=3704240971061942918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/3704240971061942918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/3704240971061942918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-alone-but-not-alone.html' title='I&apos;m alone, but not alone.'/><author><name>Booya~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719500044668042889.post-1675697819818979986</id><published>2010-07-31T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:18:51.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ichimaru betrayed Aizen.</title><content type='html'>Hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719500044668042889-1675697819818979986?l=livethepleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/1675697819818979986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719500044668042889&amp;postID=1675697819818979986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/1675697819818979986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719500044668042889/posts/default/1675697819818979986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethepleasure.blogspot.com/2010/07/ichimaru-betrayed-aizen.html' title='Ichimaru betrayed Aizen.'/><author><name>Booya~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
