<?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-9442594</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:35:52.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>◄╬═  Ŧ®ăŇ$ǏŦǏØŇ$  Ϊň  Ŧħĕ  ₤ǏҒĒ  ØҒ  Ǻ  ®ĒβЄ£  ═╬►</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9442594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Malcolmania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385557268393271920</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-9442594.post-7243512027267316533</id><published>2007-02-19T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T10:18:04.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Silent Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PLEA FOR AN ANGEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#00CCFF'&gt;Overwhelming thoughts fill my mind&lt;br /&gt;as I lay down,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#33CCCC'&gt;Hoping to fall into a deep&lt;br /&gt;peaceful slumber,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#00CCFF'&gt;Even the gentle winds of this silent&lt;br /&gt;night,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#33CCCC'&gt;Helps not to reduce my plight,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#00CCFF'&gt;And I can&amp;#8217;t help but&lt;br /&gt;remember&amp;#8230;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:aqua'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#33CCCC'&gt;There&amp;#8217;s an angel suffering&lt;br /&gt;and twitching in pain,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#00CCFF'&gt;For a mark, a twinge she does&lt;br /&gt;not deserve,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#33CCCC'&gt;I know not why, no reasons lain,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#00CCFF'&gt;This predicament a puzzling&lt;br /&gt;curve,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:aqua'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#33CCCC'&gt;For if the answer was as&lt;br /&gt;straight as the way a crow flies,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#00CCFF'&gt;My dim-witted brain might comprehend,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#33CCCC'&gt;But try as I may I cannot fathom,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#00CCFF'&gt;It&amp;#8217;s like counting the&lt;br /&gt;ocean&amp;#8217;s sand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:aqua'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#33CCCC'&gt;And so I prayed,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#00CCFF'&gt;Though I have seldom truly prayed,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#33CCCC'&gt;That I might be heard though vaguely,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#00CCFF'&gt;Through the countless voices&lt;br /&gt;screaming out,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#33CCCC'&gt;For their wishes so aplenty,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#00CCFF'&gt;And from within this overbearing&lt;br /&gt;clatter,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#33CCCC'&gt;My earnest desire would be&lt;br /&gt;heard,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span class=GramE&gt;&lt;span style='color:#00CCFF'&gt;Fainter, but&lt;br /&gt;clearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='color:#00CCFF'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:aqua'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#33CCCC'&gt;For I&amp;#8217;m concern for this&lt;br /&gt;angel, whose presence so bright,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#00CCFF'&gt;Illuminated my life which was&lt;br /&gt;once dark and shadowed, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#33CCCC'&gt;It hurts me severely.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#00CCFF'&gt;Why? Such an ailment,&lt;br /&gt;can&amp;#8217;t I have it instead? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#33CCCC'&gt;This pain she has to bear, I&lt;br /&gt;willingly want a share,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#00CCFF'&gt;And so I pray for her, may her tribulation&lt;br /&gt;be light,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#33CCCC'&gt;May she soon recover, and may&lt;br /&gt;she know that I truly care.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:aqua'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:aqua'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:aqua'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/9442594-7243512027267316533?l=delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7243512027267316533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9442594&amp;postID=7243512027267316533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9442594/posts/default/7243512027267316533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9442594/posts/default/7243512027267316533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-silent-prayer.html' title='My Silent Prayer'/><author><name>Malcolmania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385557268393271920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9442594.post-6750790009280791309</id><published>2007-02-16T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T12:01:50.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Bimbo!</title><content type='html'>On their wedding night, the bride tells her husband, "Honey, you know I'm&lt;br /&gt;a virgin and I don't know anything about sex. Can you explain it to me first?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, Sweetheart. Putting it simply, we will call your&lt;br /&gt;private place 'the prison' and call my private thing 'the prisoner'. So what we do is we put the prisoner in the prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they made love for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the guy is lying face up on the bed,smiling with satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nudging him, his bride giggles, "Honey the prisoner seems to have escaped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning on his side, he smiles. "Then we will have to re-imprison him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the second time they spent, the guy reaches for his cigarettes but the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience of making love, gives him a suggestive smile, "Honey, the prisoner is out again!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man rises to the occasion, but with the unsteady legs of a recently born foal. Afterwards, he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nudges him and says, "Honey, the prisoner escaped again." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limply turning his head, He YELLS at her, "Hey, its not a life sentence, OKAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9442594-6750790009280791309?l=delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6750790009280791309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9442594&amp;postID=6750790009280791309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9442594/posts/default/6750790009280791309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9442594/posts/default/6750790009280791309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-bimbo.html' title='What a Bimbo!'/><author><name>Malcolmania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385557268393271920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9442594.post-515210731605969782</id><published>2007-02-07T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:17:13.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masks Galore!</title><content type='html'>Many of us are living lives in which we put a facade of confidence and pride that nobody sees the real essence that's hiding inside, craving for the chance to show itself...to proclaim to the world that this is the real me, this is what i really feel, and this is what i truly am inside. How many of us can honestly say that "what you see is what you get"? I wish i could...but the fact of the matter is that sometimes the world might not be receptive of our true thoughts and emotions, and in order to be accepted as a friend, we put on "masks" to hide the so called "ugly" side of us and we keep it hidden so well that even we ourselves find it hard to understand our own deepest honest feelings. Often we also use these masks to convey the message that "Hey! I'm stronger than you, I'm better looking than you, I am smarter than you, in short I'm BETTER than you" when deep inside, we can't even accept ourselves for who we really are. How many of us are living our lives this way? Why do we have to? For self-esteem? To feel better about ourselves? What's the use of everyone else thinking that they are inferior to you when deep inside, you feel that you are nothing? Why do we need to compare ourselves with others anyway? Aren't we all special? Aren't we all unique in our own ways? Why strive to be a mirror image of someone else whom we think is better looking, or better behaved, or better in any other way when we can work to just be the best we can as ourselves? This post was caused by a river of thoughts which engulfed me today when somebody purposely tried to irk me by doing something which he knew would hurt my feelings and make me feel down, but did it anyway to try and give me the impression that he was better than me and that i didn't stand a chance against him in a certain issue. The funny thing was that i felt that i could see right true the grand charade and i wonder, why? would it make him feel better? I just acted ignorant, as usual cause i felt he was lame. But it did send me a message about him which i doubt he intended to send. Was i really that observant? or was it just a figment of my wild imagination...I'll never know, but it did remind me of a song i wrote a long time ago "What I'm Not Saying" which I hope might get some people thinking. The message was taken from a poem i read once upon a time, and the words are reflections of my thoughts then, and now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9442594-515210731605969782?l=delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/515210731605969782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9442594&amp;postID=515210731605969782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9442594/posts/default/515210731605969782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9442594/posts/default/515210731605969782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com/2007/02/masks-galore.html' title='Masks Galore!'/><author><name>Malcolmania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385557268393271920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9442594.post-8776914515173521878</id><published>2007-02-07T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:04:16.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song I Once Wrote</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee behavior="scroll" direction="up" scrollamount="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WHAT I'M NOT SAYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My friend, take a look at me,&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy and free...&lt;br /&gt;But then, take a look closer,&lt;br /&gt;Is that really me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I try to act real strong,&lt;br /&gt;Just to belong,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that we'll get along...&lt;br /&gt;But that's just a mask you see,&lt;br /&gt;It isn't me,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying hard to set myself free....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't listen to what I say,&lt;br /&gt;Or look at what I display,&lt;br /&gt;But listen to what I'm not saying,&lt;br /&gt;And look at what I've been hiding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside this self-built prison walls,&lt;br /&gt;Lies a creature that's scared and lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Now take a look closer,&lt;br /&gt;That small frightened creature,&lt;br /&gt;That creature is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now after all these years,&lt;br /&gt;And shedding of tears,&lt;br /&gt;I'm facing my fears...&lt;br /&gt;But then, everyone laughed at&lt;br /&gt;the image i showed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i couldn't throw my masks,&lt;br /&gt;Too hard a task,&lt;br /&gt;I guess that to the grave&lt;br /&gt;these masks will last,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of self liberty,&lt;br /&gt;I got enslavery,&lt;br /&gt;Though i tried so hard to set myself free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;So take a look closer,&lt;br /&gt;That small frightened creature,&lt;br /&gt;That creature is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9442594-8776914515173521878?l=delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/8776914515173521878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9442594&amp;postID=8776914515173521878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9442594/posts/default/8776914515173521878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9442594/posts/default/8776914515173521878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-i-once-wrote.html' title='A Song I Once Wrote'/><author><name>Malcolmania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385557268393271920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9442594.post-110347519142898028</id><published>2006-12-19T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T11:10:04.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Blog</title><content type='html'>Well, after years of procrastinating i finally created my first blog. I guess i never understood the importance or purpose of having one, dat is till i met the girl of my dreams ^^ ...being an avid and enthusiastic blogger, i have to say that i learnt a lot about her from reading her blogs..which comes to why i'm writing 1 of my own now. Kinda realized that its a great way to let those close to ur heart know how u're coping with the hassles, trials and tribulations as well as the joy, happiness, and bliss that is thrown in ur way while walking down this road we call life. A lot has happened to me this year...from losing and regaining my faith in God to the near-death experience i had during an awful and traumatizing car accident to the joy of finally moving on with my life(relationship-wise)and meeting someone whom i am so blessed to have in my life right now...the apple of my eye, the angel of my dreams whom i trully adore. Besides that, the opportunity for me to serve God by spreading His love through the vehicle of music also arose as I was given d chance to play for a band called the "Levites". We did several concerts and activities throughout this year in Penang, Kedah, and Sitiawan, and the tour will go on...Serving God and having fun while doing it is trully an amazing experience and I'm thankful to be able to do so. Also made some great friends in my Pharmacy course within this period and i'm grateful for that especially since i was filled to the brim with personal problems and issues in the beginning of d course. (Though i like to wreak havoc and just tease the living hell out of u guys sometimes, i just wanna let u know that i'm eternally thankful for ur friendship ;-) I'll be returning home for christmas and i'm REALLY looking forward to carolling and stuff and catchin up with me homies (Y'all better get ready as Wacky ol Malcolm is gonna be back to his usual self pretty soon..BEWARE!Muahahaha!) Till then, hope to hear from u guys ("U" referring to anyone who actually took d time and trouble to read this shit) That's all for now..peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9442594-110347519142898028?l=delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/110347519142898028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9442594&amp;postID=110347519142898028' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9442594/posts/default/110347519142898028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9442594/posts/default/110347519142898028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusivedemeanour.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-1st-blog.html' title='My 1st Blog'/><author><name>Malcolmania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385557268393271920</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
