<?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-6124018</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:51:43.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C~r~A~c~K</title><subtitle type='html'>Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?-SpongeBobSquarePants
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he?- SpongeBobSquarePants
If nautical nonsense is something u wish-SpongeBobSquarePants
Then flop on the deck and blurb like a fish-SpongeBobSquarePants</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waicheung89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waicheung89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>crack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385941834760906529</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124018.post-109858319833530742</id><published>2004-10-24T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T10:02:29.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Calling-Our livesIs it love tonightWhen everyone's dreamingOf a better lifeIn this worldDivided by fearWe've gotta believe thatThere's a reason we're hereYeah, there's a reason we're hereCause these are the days worth livingThese are the years we're givenAnd these are the momentsThese are the timesLet's make the best out of our livesSee the truth all aroundOur faith can be brokenAnd our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124018/posts/default/109858319833530742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124018/posts/default/109858319833530742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waicheung89.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109858319833530742' title=''/><author><name>crack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385941834760906529</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-6124018.post-109616425776534130</id><published>2004-09-26T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T10:06:06.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song: There She GoesThere she goesThere she goes againRacing through my brainAnd I just can't containThis feeling that remainsThere she blowsThere she blows againPulsing through my veinAnd I just can't containThis feeling that remainsThere she goesThere she goes againRacing through my brainAnd I just can't containThis feeling that remainsThere she goesThere she goes againShe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124018/posts/default/109616425776534130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124018/posts/default/109616425776534130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waicheung89.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109616425776534130' title=''/><author><name>crack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385941834760906529</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-6124018.post-108039605363850234</id><published>2004-03-27T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T22:04:25.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>	Givin’ in Will you walk me To the edge again? Shaking, lonely And I am drinking again Woke up tonight And no one's here with me I'm giving in to you CHORUSTake me under I'm giving in to you I'm dying tonight I'm giving in to you Watch me crumble I'm giving in to you I'm crying tonight I'm giving in to you Caught up in life Losing all my friends Family has tried To heal my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124018/posts/default/108039605363850234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124018/posts/default/108039605363850234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waicheung89.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108039605363850234' title=''/><author><name>crack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385941834760906529</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-6124018.post-107918153322197063</id><published>2004-03-13T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T20:42:05.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weeeee!!!the AMAZING IT &amp; MATHS RACE!!!okay fine...i know i sound lame...but it is real lame lor...amazin...8-)well...i didnt do much for tt race except to shaadup n run...though through the end of race i gave up...mi team returned last!!!but surprisinly we didnt emerged as last as a team got a lot of penalties...so we emerged as 2ND LAST!!!lolxoh yeah!!!i rmb smth liao...once the "quest" is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124018/posts/default/107918153322197063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124018/posts/default/107918153322197063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waicheung89.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107918153322197063' title=''/><author><name>crack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385941834760906529</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-6124018.post-107892831828807107</id><published>2004-03-10T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T22:21:46.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why does it feel like night today? Something in here's not right today Why am I so uptight today? Paranoia's all I got left I don't know what stressed me first Or how the pressure was fed/but I know just what it feels like To have a voice in the back of my head It's like a face that I hold inside A face that awakes when I close my eyes A face watches every time I lie A face that laughs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124018/posts/default/107892831828807107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124018/posts/default/107892831828807107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waicheung89.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107892831828807107' title=''/><author><name>crack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385941834760906529</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>
