<?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-34464176</id><updated>2011-08-04T00:53:42.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darrenocl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Darrenocl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352762504990958015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2K0vj-wjF8/TiwR8iwLIRI/AAAAAAAACUc/JKUX2sAtzhk/s220/snapshot.jpg'/></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-34464176.post-8005033861573478481</id><published>2011-08-04T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T00:53:42.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty and Husky</title><content type='html'>How do I explain this? How is it that I feel this way about you? Isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some of the questions I ask myself about you and I honestly feel this strange attraction to you. We might know why we feel this way about each other, but I find myself smiling at you. Even when we're just doing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA SHOUT IT TO THE WHOLE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Darren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34464176-8005033861573478481?l=darrenocl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/feeds/8005033861573478481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34464176&amp;postID=8005033861573478481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/8005033861573478481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/8005033861573478481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-do-i-explain-this-how-is-it-that-i.html' title='Kitty and Husky'/><author><name>Darrenocl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352762504990958015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2K0vj-wjF8/TiwR8iwLIRI/AAAAAAAACUc/JKUX2sAtzhk/s220/snapshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34464176.post-9005768793160861228</id><published>2011-08-01T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T09:24:29.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Changing Love</title><content type='html'>For the past week, you have changed from a stranger, to an&amp;nbsp;acquaintance, to the person I want to dedicate my time to ensure happiness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you that I was a perfectionist, but the ironic thing is that no one is perfect. What I meant was that I would not stop trying to be the best I can for you. Whatever situation I am given, I want to be able to give you the smiles that I long for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew that I could fall in love with a smile like this. This online journal will help me remember all this things that make me smile about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little things that you do make me have this deep affection towards you. Trust me, this isn't an infatuation, this is the real deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are different from the rest of the people I know. I can be 100% myself and not get looked upon as a deranged manic. The way you held my hand and tugged it gave me a jolt of happiness. You might not know &amp;nbsp;about this blog, but if you are reading this, then I hope to convey this message to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your smile makes me happy, when you're not smiling, I have failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every move I make, gets closer to you. I'm just lost in your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your incredible eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34464176-9005768793160861228?l=darrenocl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/feeds/9005768793160861228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34464176&amp;postID=9005768793160861228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/9005768793160861228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/9005768793160861228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/2011/08/never-changing-love.html' title='Never Changing Love'/><author><name>Darrenocl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352762504990958015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2K0vj-wjF8/TiwR8iwLIRI/AAAAAAAACUc/JKUX2sAtzhk/s220/snapshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34464176.post-4180917137804686286</id><published>2011-07-28T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T02:31:59.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>I know that I get attached really quickly. Talking to you is always a new experience, I'm always smiling when I hear your voice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I hear your laughter, I just wanna laugh with you. I might only have known you for a few days, but these few days have been more than enough for me to know whether you're someone I could share with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just needed somewhere to express how I feel about you. If you've managed to attain this post, you're as good as a stalker as I am to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want is to be one with everything. You're everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not Dalai Lama by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34464176-4180917137804686286?l=darrenocl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/feeds/4180917137804686286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34464176&amp;postID=4180917137804686286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/4180917137804686286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/4180917137804686286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-jet-plane.html' title='Big Jet Plane'/><author><name>Darrenocl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352762504990958015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2K0vj-wjF8/TiwR8iwLIRI/AAAAAAAACUc/JKUX2sAtzhk/s220/snapshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34464176.post-6173296147597939002</id><published>2011-07-24T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T20:54:10.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Here begins a new chapter in my life. I many things have happened in the past. Time to move on. I'm meeting new people, making new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing things I never thought I would have the balls to. To muster up all that courage, it's really a milestone for me. I think my personality doesn't fit the business environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to work on some impressions. It's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know work is going to pile up real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34464176-6173296147597939002?l=darrenocl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/feeds/6173296147597939002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34464176&amp;postID=6173296147597939002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/6173296147597939002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/6173296147597939002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/2011/07/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Darrenocl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352762504990958015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2K0vj-wjF8/TiwR8iwLIRI/AAAAAAAACUc/JKUX2sAtzhk/s220/snapshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34464176.post-6325352596363226448</id><published>2011-07-23T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T16:19:02.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Now that I have some time to think, &amp;nbsp;I feel like I have grown over the years. Even though I'm single now, I don't feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've never dated, not much anyway. I've always jumped into relationships and this might be the reason why my relationships eventually end up not working out. &amp;nbsp;the past few weeks has been a very interesting one I would say. I'm learning how to control my emotions and how to channel them to the appropriate places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I do admit that being lonely sucks. You feel like you have no one to rely on to share your thoughts or views or just anything on your mind. It's funny how someone you've known so close to you, can suddenly become a nobody to you. Sure, you can be friends, but it's very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this whole incident, I'm seeing things in a new way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34464176-6325352596363226448?l=darrenocl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/feeds/6325352596363226448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34464176&amp;postID=6325352596363226448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/6325352596363226448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/6325352596363226448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/2011/07/now-that-i-have-some-time-to-think-feel.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Darrenocl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352762504990958015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2K0vj-wjF8/TiwR8iwLIRI/AAAAAAAACUc/JKUX2sAtzhk/s220/snapshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34464176.post-6873768884543150551</id><published>2011-07-06T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:43:49.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat People</title><content type='html'>Growing up, I have always been a fat kid. I was very frequently mocked at in school, pretty much anywhere I could fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I never knew what it was like to be accepted as a child. I was always laughed at in physical education classes, &amp;nbsp;for not being able to run as fast as some of them. It didn't really affect me, but sometimes, it was just too much. It's hard for someone who has not been true this "experience" I would say, &amp;nbsp;to understand how we feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was 15, &amp;nbsp;I was at the peak of my life. &amp;nbsp;‘Peak’ meaning the weighing scale. I felt terrible, everything was just so difficult to handle and I was always so clumsy. I decided it was time to make a change with the extra help the school gave me. The school advised me to see a nutritionist and a dietician. I got very in-depth information about how to exercise and what to eat. After losing all that weight, I felt much better but, I started observed many things which irritated me in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not too long ago, I was out in mall when I saw a fat person getting all grumpy and irritated. I'm not sure what it was but, I&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;that being fat is a personal choice, and it should not be something that people complained about. Sure, both your parents may be fat and that's why you're fat. Other than that, there is no reason you should be complaining about being too fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, there's no point complaining your fat because it is your personal choice. you know exactly how much your consuming and how much you are exercising. Nobody is forcing you to be fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34464176-6873768884543150551?l=darrenocl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/feeds/6873768884543150551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34464176&amp;postID=6873768884543150551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/6873768884543150551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/6873768884543150551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/2011/07/fat-people.html' title='Fat People'/><author><name>Darrenocl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352762504990958015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2K0vj-wjF8/TiwR8iwLIRI/AAAAAAAACUc/JKUX2sAtzhk/s220/snapshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34464176.post-2252319554216391782</id><published>2011-07-06T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T23:22:03.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atheism</title><content type='html'>I was born a catholic, some might call it cradle-catholic. I believed in god. I attended Sunday school, I was a regular student. I have observed that some people go to church for the wrong reason. Be it to meet new people or to socialize. To me, that wasn't the point of going to church. I felt that I was going to church for the sake of going to church and that didn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I realize that I was an&amp;nbsp;atheist? When i felt nothing at all. Nothing when they told me about the love of god and all the faith we must have in him. I'm not saying that I don't feel love, it's just that I didn't get why we should believe in god. There wasn't prove of him anywhere.&amp;nbsp;I then became agnostic because I wasn't sure what I believed in. But everything came clear to me very quickly after thinking it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to clarify that I do not feel offended when someone says that they believe in God. I just don't like it when someone is offended because I don't believe in god.&amp;nbsp;I really wish there was a god, that would be fantastic. But I can't believe something I don't. I have tried but, I can't be living a lie saying I'm catholic when I do not believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my christian and catholic friends out there, I do not feel offended when you say you're catholic or christian. Actually, to anyone who believes in a god, I do not wish to offend you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Regards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34464176-2252319554216391782?l=darrenocl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/feeds/2252319554216391782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34464176&amp;postID=2252319554216391782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/2252319554216391782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/2252319554216391782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/2011/07/atheism.html' title='Atheism'/><author><name>Darrenocl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352762504990958015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2K0vj-wjF8/TiwR8iwLIRI/AAAAAAAACUc/JKUX2sAtzhk/s220/snapshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34464176.post-5279601370380044919</id><published>2011-07-04T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T01:43:18.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My personal online diary</title><content type='html'>No one reads blog nowadays. This is actually a good thing because it becomes a platform for me to express my views on the world without getting into too much trouble.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be my record of my life, my thoughts and my feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether anyone is reading it, I don't really care. But beware, you might just get hooked on to my views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34464176-5279601370380044919?l=darrenocl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/feeds/5279601370380044919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34464176&amp;postID=5279601370380044919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/5279601370380044919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/5279601370380044919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-personal-online-diary.html' title='My personal online diary'/><author><name>Darrenocl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352762504990958015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2K0vj-wjF8/TiwR8iwLIRI/AAAAAAAACUc/JKUX2sAtzhk/s220/snapshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34464176.post-5511838566386385682</id><published>2010-09-15T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:23:37.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over!</title><content type='html'>I know some of you are stil having exams but I know for those of you who have completed your examinations. Its freaking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more notes, no more studying! At least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone has a great holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34464176-5511838566386385682?l=darrenocl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/feeds/5511838566386385682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34464176&amp;postID=5511838566386385682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/5511838566386385682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/5511838566386385682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/2010/09/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over!'/><author><name>Darrenocl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352762504990958015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2K0vj-wjF8/TiwR8iwLIRI/AAAAAAAACUc/JKUX2sAtzhk/s220/snapshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34464176.post-2719904983295234098</id><published>2010-09-12T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T18:19:22.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restart</title><content type='html'>Don't you wish that you can just have a restart button in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I've been thinking about this and I think I would rather not because I don't really want to go through everything one more time. Unless of course I get to come back to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about? I have drifted off course once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of drifting off course, I am suppose to be studying hard for Human Resource Management (HRM). For those of you who do not take HRM or OM, you're in luck because this subject is by far one of the most memory intensive work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not kidding here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this post is one of those "I want to write something on my blog but not very sure what to write about" kinda post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34464176-2719904983295234098?l=darrenocl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/feeds/2719904983295234098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34464176&amp;postID=2719904983295234098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/2719904983295234098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34464176/posts/default/2719904983295234098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrenocl.blogspot.com/2010/09/restart.html' title='Restart'/><author><name>Darrenocl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352762504990958015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2K0vj-wjF8/TiwR8iwLIRI/AAAAAAAACUc/JKUX2sAtzhk/s220/snapshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
