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      <title>Departure</title>
      <link>http://soulstice.blogdrive.com/archive/96.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2005 14:38:31 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I've shifted my blog...time for a breath of change. Visit me at http://seven-soulstices.blogspot.com



Nash</description>
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      <title>Missing</title>
      <link>http://soulstice.blogdrive.com/archive/95.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2005 12:30:56 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Please, please forgive me,

But I won't be home again.

Maybe someday you'll look up,

And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:

&quot;Isn't something missing?&quot;


You won't cry for my absence, I know -

You forgot me long ago.

Am I that unimportant...?

Am I so insignificant...?

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?


[Chorus:]

Even though I'm the sacrifice,

You won't try for me, not now.

Though I'd die to know you love me,

I'm all alone.

Isn't someone missing me?


Please, please forgive me,

But I won't be home again.

I know what you do to... (more)</description>
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      <title>Kris and Jon and Chinese New Year...</title>
      <link>http://soulstice.blogdrive.com/archive/94.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2005 14:34:40 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Ahhhh...I'm back after being cloistered from the world for three days!


Oh man I can't type properly...my fingers after just a short period of three days have lost their ability to type in a sequential manner. Oh well who the hell cares. I swear that one day if I retire comfortably, I'll just migrate out of Singapore and live in a kampung (or any equivalent to it in any country) and just live the remaining of my days there. Who cares if it is isolated from the modern world...in fact all the better. I miss the rendang soup made by my granny---peppery and thick, almost gravy like(though I... (more)</description>
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      <title>Wheeee....</title>
      <link>http://soulstice.blogdrive.com/archive/93.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2005 13:32:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Ahhhh...its just a few days away! 



Chinese New Year beckons to me...I have to confess that I am already in the festive mood now, or else why am I sitting in my front of my computer and blogging? I'd be going back to Malaysia on Monday night and I'll probably be back by Friday night...which means that guys, I'd be free on Saturday to hang out with all of you. Anyway, its as if my soul has left my body....I can hear the explosives and the crackers going up to the sky! The bak gua, the nuts, the yusheng and all that...I swear I'm gonna stuff my face and put on a few more kilos. I need it... (more)</description>
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      <title>Wannabe</title>
      <link>http://soulstice.blogdrive.com/archive/92.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2005 03:43:36 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,

So tell me what you want, what you really really want,

I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,

So tell me what you want, what you really really want,

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really 

really really wanna zigazig ha. 


If you want my future forget my past, 

If you wanna get with me better make it fast, 

Now don't go wasting my precious time, 

Get your act together we could be just fine 


I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,

So tell me what you want, what you really... (more)</description>
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      <title>In the Dark</title>
      <link>http://soulstice.blogdrive.com/archive/91.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Feb 2005 15:14:40 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>They were both in the dark,

She lied about her age,

The young Coldstream guard

About his experience. 

While he took her to pieces

Slowly, she watched a spider's web

As it shone in the sun 

Like a long playing record.

Laid out in the grass,

Her shrivelled thights, the wings

Of her nylon bra. Virgins.

She thought about, yes,

The Hokey Pokey

And wanted to laugh...



Six months later, the weather 

Turned conveniently cold---

A coat was possible indoors.

All the mirrors grew convex,

She fingered the globe

In its pregnant question mark.

Her father's... (more)</description>
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      <title>Thursday...and I'm aching</title>
      <link>http://soulstice.blogdrive.com/archive/90.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2005 13:53:37 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Just returned home and I am dead beat---JC life is strenous and damn, I haven't even proceeded on to JC2 life yet! Crappy..anyway yesterday one quarter of my class didn't turn up for school. I'm suspecting something fishy going on and that they are skiving off: if only I can muster the courage to do that. Anything for a good rest and plenty of sleep. Oh well, Chinese New Year is just around the corner and I am eagerly awaiting its arrival. Just imagining sleeping until one in the afternoon...the thought is outrageously luring...oh well I can just dream some more.


Talking of Chinese New... (more)</description>
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      <title>Joy, joy and more joy!</title>
      <link>http://soulstice.blogdrive.com/archive/89.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2005 12:09:50 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Another day has just passed by, with me ignorant to its passage. I barely made it out of PE today, but thankfully I managed to pull through. Sheesh…and I have fencing tomorrow! What to do? Sigh. 
 
The news broke out to me today…they are picking people to be OGLs! I was so excited when I heard that and I was simply bursting with enthusiasm about the idea! Gosh….I want to join it so badly, even though I was putting on a cool and collected façade in front of my OG…it will be so fun! Even if you remove all the incentives attached to it, I’m still up and ready to go for it. Just imagine---given... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://soulstice.blogdrive.com/comments?id=89</comments>
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      <title>Plagued</title>
      <link>http://soulstice.blogdrive.com/archive/88.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2005 12:46:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Gosh...I think I am seriously sick, and there is not a single trace of humor attached to it. I woke up to dizzy spells and profuse night sweat, and as I made my lunge to the toilet to barf the leftovers of my dinner. So yes, my stomach feels like it has been wrenched from my body and turned out like a cheveril glove while it takes every ounce of my energy to keep my eyelids up. My mum tried to stop me from going to school, but I insisted and being the academic intellectual she gave up without much protest (well at least she didn't see me barfing a second time).



So yes, I'm killing my... (more)</description>
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      <title>Me and my hamster wheel</title>
      <link>http://soulstice.blogdrive.com/archive/87.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2005 15:28:31 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I am extremely tired today…I guess the academic school life has taken its toll on me. Right now my mind is an affliction and my body feels like it is 70 years old instead of 17. God…even taking an afternoon nap did not help salvage this wreck from its state. So yes, I spent today popping my neck and stretching my arms, trying to work the kinks in this premature cadaver.
 
As usual, I am rambling aimlessly with no specific intent in my mind. What am I trying to prove? Nothing. But even nothing is something. Everything must be something. No one seems to understand that anymore. But never... (more)</description>
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