<?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-34321810</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:21:39.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leonardo's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34321810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leonardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12446596092786825582</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34321810.post-116670189130294724</id><published>2006-12-21T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:08:00.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BAD ROOM CLEANING THAT MY MOM SAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me tell you about what happened the day before yesterday. My mom told me to clean up my room. let me tell you something, every year my parents will help me out cleaning my room but this year its different, is I do the cleaning they see my cleaning. I clean my room from 1pm to 3pm non-stop. When I had finished cleaning &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;, my mom will come to my room to check if my room it is clean. The minute she step in my room she just say " AI,YOYO! When your room is so dirty(to her but to me my room is very clean already). I was just like so" Oh My God!I spend 3 hours non-stop nothing!" I was like so shock, but anyway I don't even care. I just helped her a little tiny winy bit. I just simply don't care at all. Anyway its time for me to go see you guys. Byes!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34321810-116670189130294724?l=listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com/feeds/116670189130294724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34321810&amp;postID=116670189130294724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34321810/posts/default/116670189130294724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34321810/posts/default/116670189130294724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-bad-room-cleaning-that-my-mom-says.html' title='MY BAD ROOM CLEANING THAT MY MOM SAYS!'/><author><name>Leonardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12446596092786825582</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-34321810.post-116559153944092584</id><published>2006-12-08T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T19:10:15.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAIWAN! NARUWAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi readers! Let me tell you my trip to taiwan. I want to taiwan in 30 November 2006 till 12 Decmember 2006. This trip was a fun trip because I went there with my 10 friends. I took Singapore airlines to taiwan and return to singapore on Singapore airlines also. When I reached taiwan I was so excited about this trip. I stayed in my grandfather's house in taiwan. I stayed there for 2 days and went travelling with my friends. The first day, I went to formosan aboriginal village. On the second day, I we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nt to A Li Shan. The temperature there is very very cold 15! The following day I aborded a train(a very old train) to Fen Qi Hu.I went to keting after We got to Fen Qi Hu.On the fourth day, I went to play the racing car! The raceing car game was very fun. On the fifth day, I went to Hua Lian. That place was totally beautiful. On the last day on our trip I went rock climbing. I was tried after the trip. I enjoyed myself in the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to my cousin's in taiwan the day after the trip. It was very fun there. They are a lots of thing there. My cousin is very kind to me. She is a kind girl, she help me when I need help and buy things for me. I had lots of fun in the trip. So long readers! Bye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34321810-116559153944092584?l=listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com/feeds/116559153944092584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34321810&amp;postID=116559153944092584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34321810/posts/default/116559153944092584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34321810/posts/default/116559153944092584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com/2006/12/taiwan-naruwan.html' title='TAIWAN! NARUWAN!'/><author><name>Leonardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12446596092786825582</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-34321810.post-116255540100093950</id><published>2006-11-03T03:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T04:13:10.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRINCESS HOURS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3780/1600/Goong%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3780/320/Goong%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi! Let me tell you something I like. My favourite television show that I like most. It's Princess Hours. Everyday without fail I will watch Princess Hours. The show it a very nice show. I love it. Princess ~ROCKS~. My favourite character of Princess Hours is Shin(1st from the left). I tell you why I like him. He is handsome,cute and smart looking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34321810-116255540100093950?l=listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com/feeds/116255540100093950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34321810&amp;postID=116255540100093950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34321810/posts/default/116255540100093950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34321810/posts/default/116255540100093950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com/2006/11/princess-hours_116255540100093950.html' title='PRINCESS HOURS!'/><author><name>Leonardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12446596092786825582</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34321810.post-116247764298717857</id><published>2006-11-02T05:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T06:30:03.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BEST FRIEND BETRAY ME!!!</title><content type='html'>I tell you this incident but I think you would not even think about it for one second. My best friend at computer lesson was surfing the internet and I was looking through my E-mail. My so call "girlfriend" sent an E-mail to me. When she had walk past me and she saw the E-mail that my "girlfriend" sent to me she was very shock at that moment. She shouted loudly at my computer area. Luckily the teacher is not there, if not I will be died meat. Everyone crowd at my computer area.They all look at my computer and saw the E-mail. My best friend wanted me to write that I am deeply in love with my "girlfriend". But I don't want to reply the E-mail to my "girlfriend".She was like so angry if I don't reply my "girlfriend" and she will write for me and tell the teacher the whole incident to the form teacher. I have no chose but to listen to her. I write what she had said and when she is away I delected the words that she asked me to write and she thought that I sent the E-mail to mt "girlfriend". After the lesson the teacher told us that we can go to the toliet for a toliet break. After I went to the toliet she told the teacher what had happen in the computer lab. She said I would be died meat. After she had told the teacher the teacher asked the all the pupils of my class to the music room because we are near the music room. My form teacher told us all about what is ~LOVE~, but she did not shaid anything about me. On the next day my best friend told me that the teacher wants to see me but she didn't. So antone reading my blog please remember that you can't trust any of your best friends. One day when you need help They would not help you !REMEMBER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34321810-116247764298717857?l=listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com/feeds/116247764298717857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34321810&amp;postID=116247764298717857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34321810/posts/default/116247764298717857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34321810/posts/default/116247764298717857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-best-friend-betray-me.html' title='MY BEST FRIEND BETRAY ME!!!'/><author><name>Leonardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12446596092786825582</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34321810.post-115813580373061278</id><published>2006-09-13T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:23:23.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY AM I ALWAYS THE ONE TO SUFFER??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today, 13 September 2006, My best friend stole my favourite pliot pencil. It all happened At my mother tounge class when we were watch a movie.I am the IT monitor and my mother tounge teacher asked me to help her to make the the movie to have sound and I went to help her.When I was helping her,my best friend took my pencil and draw on my workbook and stole my pencil.When I had finished my teacher I went back to my seat, the pupil sitting beside me told me that he had drew on my workbook and stole my pencil. At that moment I was so shock because I trusted him.The next thing I do was to ask him wheather he stole my pencil.He said no and we checked his bag,pencil box and everything and finally we found a pencil that is the same as mine but without esaser. I told hime that the pencil is mine then he said that the pencil is bought yesterday and he dropped the esaser dropped in to the drain. i have nothing to say. At the last period of the class I told my teacher about it and she said she will qusetion him next tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34321810-115813580373061278?l=listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com/feeds/115813580373061278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34321810&amp;postID=115813580373061278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34321810/posts/default/115813580373061278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34321810/posts/default/115813580373061278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-am-i-always-one-to-suffer.html' title='WHY AM I ALWAYS THE ONE TO SUFFER??'/><author><name>Leonardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12446596092786825582</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34321810.post-115813512897228023</id><published>2006-09-13T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T06:22:33.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY ARE PARENTS ALL THE SAME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let me the you about today, I woke up early in the morning and was going to "Tan Tok Sing" hospital to check my eyes. And my mother ask me to find the paper. The "Paper" refers to the paper that in January My school came a group of Doctors to have a Check-up for the whole school the check Primary 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6. Then they was a paper recording my eyes sight. And my mother told me to find it. I was shock because she had throw it away. At that time I act like I finding and she just SLAPED me and shouted "What is that paper!". I said ' You had throw It away.". She shouted again "Hurry! Go and find it now!" I just do not care and I went to brush my teeth. At 9:00am, she told me to find the paper again. at 9:30am, she told me to go and change my clothes. And I went to change. Soon, we were going off on the MRT. In the MRT I talk to her but she had no reply. And now I just came home, and she is still angry at me. By now I'm still not saying any thing to her. That's Why I hate ADULDS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34321810-115813512897228023?l=listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com/feeds/115813512897228023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34321810&amp;postID=115813512897228023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34321810/posts/default/115813512897228023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34321810/posts/default/115813512897228023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listentomeleonardo.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-are-parents-all-same.html' title='WHY ARE PARENTS ALL THE SAME?'/><author><name>Leonardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12446596092786825582</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></feed>
