<?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-6176757</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:27:12.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True love is like ghosts</title><subtitle type='html'>which everybody talks about and few have seen.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176757.post-3977511354773094546</id><published>2011-04-24T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:29:59.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>30/8/2010 - The first time we met, the first move was Step up 3. The first cafe we had was at Cineleasure. She worn a black top with black skirt and a black windbreaker.27/3/2011 - She ask if i wanna go over to her nephew 1st year, i went. Bought a muscial instrument for him and some donuts and stomach pills for her, played my first mahjong after since... 5yrs ago? Waited for taxi.. long wait.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/3977511354773094546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/3977511354773094546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#3977511354773094546' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-373759798398294152</id><published>2007-05-03T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T10:19:17.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"In Class nOw"  oh.. having fundamental of software development in short, learning Java2 -_-; went to cut my hair yesterday and catch spidery3 ~_~ not really nice cause too dragly and not really following the real story but who cares, it's a movie so must have ending ma..  The real story is, venom is 10x stronger than spiderman and spiderman can never win venom, because it's the evil from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/373759798398294152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/373759798398294152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#373759798398294152' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-2634224172570414018</id><published>2007-04-27T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T08:06:31.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Again having been blogging for awhile, i still remember when i still plays warcraft3 for tournement, one of my game mate told me a quote it say "time and tide, wait for no one"it's quite meaningful actually, it means like time and the ocean tide, they will never stop, no matter what, unless end of the world la -_-; Been having some really bad dreams lately,                                  ------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/2634224172570414018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/2634224172570414018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2634224172570414018' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-9073377159755085479</id><published>2007-04-17T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:38:22.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Wonder*Not gonna blog about what happen to me. Just wanna feel like typing something from my heart. Anyway will not be playing or be online for awhile since my desktop crashes -_-;  Some people listen to music to ease thier pain, some listen to relax them self. Well, for me, music makes me about to remember, it remind me of the joy i had and the pain i felt..Back in my pri sch days, i think the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/9073377159755085479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/9073377159755085479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#9073377159755085479' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-1482732560499951717</id><published>2007-04-14T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:57:42.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trying to recall what i did this few days.  Have my maths exam not long ago.. dun think i will do well though.. lol.. at least a B i think? zzz Vincent gonna get A for sure.. damm this time his grade sure win me &gt;.&lt;  The guy beside me who take the exam didn't even write anything on the answer sheet. i think his asking for a fail lol.. dunno his name though his a indian who speak chinese.  Went to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/1482732560499951717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/1482732560499951717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1482732560499951717' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-5337389859984813273</id><published>2007-04-08T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:49:35.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Haven't being blogging for weeks. Moodless i guess. Anyway today is Easter day, means my birthday!!! HEHEHEHE Happy Birthday to Easter (myself) and happy Easter Day to all!*update** bought a pair of hp ( for me and my gf) Samsung z720 silver (or rather "white") in colour, replacing my chocolate T_T. wanted to get the purple colour one, but it's sold out and stock will not be coming in soon, so..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/5337389859984813273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/5337389859984813273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5337389859984813273' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-3031806393476846445</id><published>2007-03-29T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T08:13:31.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*wink*    *morning*     *yawn*  Haven't been blogging lately, very busy with the SILLY FIT ASSIGNMENT, what network bullshit @_@ draw utill i going crazy + report ZZZZ maybe it was because yin also never blog then i nothing to read also lazy to blog HAHAHAH anyway, poor girl she is, hasn't been able to go online for the past 1 weeks + T_T life must be hard eh? HEHEH cheer up, at least you will do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/3031806393476846445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/3031806393476846445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3031806393476846445' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-1829814201406662401</id><published>2007-03-20T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:17:58.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*BackTracking*  Yesterday was so tired that i didn't blog lol.. anyway just some short intro :D, Wake up and went to school at 2pm~ my school start at 2 lol i got up at 2pm lol.. sms Yin saying i will reach at 2.30pm lol which i doubt i will but anyway she reach eariler and we are waiting for the MDIS bus when we took a cab lol.. She commented saying the Taxi drive sucks! the way he drive lol -_-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/1829814201406662401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/1829814201406662401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1829814201406662401' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-6540456487507633209</id><published>2007-03-17T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T08:10:55.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*update* haven't been blogging for sometime, was busy with my vb, now at least it's 99% finish :D went to watch 2 movie yesterday and before that went to catch another one,Music and Lyrics - 9/10  Blood and Chocolate - 4/10 ( horrible !!)Stomp the Yard - 7/10dun have much time to say about the story because im rushing out :D~~ 9am meeting my gf!! it's 8.05am now!! anyway yin i show u abit of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/6540456487507633209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/6540456487507633209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6540456487507633209' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-3282519184924010091</id><published>2007-03-13T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:39:21.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BEFORE I START,  I WANNA SAY SORRY TO CHIN YIN !! because.. i make her get up so early thinking today lesson was at 9am when it's at 2pm!! omgomgomg!! i myself went out of my house early too! :_(*Update*  Haven't been blogging the past few days, was very sick, high fever T_T beside staying at home and sleep was surfing and playing abit of game, and i mean abit hor! Dun keep saying i play alot :p*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/3282519184924010091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/3282519184924010091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3282519184924010091' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-5322041750709648782</id><published>2007-03-08T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T23:07:38.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Today is a good day to die*   Was late for school, rush like mad.. last min change my blog.. making lots of thinking till i saw the time, it was 1.30pm!! and im still at home!! Got change, rush to school, reach around 2.20pm? n found out no MOCK EXAMS, wth -_-; make me study till siao zzz  After school went to Orchard to catch 300, Prepare for glory. A very nice movie indeed. Here is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/5322041750709648782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/5322041750709648782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5322041750709648782' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-8206036118218575802</id><published>2007-03-08T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:55:39.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*This is for you Sherry*Change my blog for her, may god bless and look after you where ever you are, take care =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/8206036118218575802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/8206036118218575802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8206036118218575802' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-1226770881499434261</id><published>2007-03-08T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T09:23:03.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just saw a close friend of mine she isn't coming back to singapore anymore /sob.. leaving.. or rather getting married, and mirgating to Korea - Seoul. She had a hard life, but i hope the 2nd half of her life is good, Good luck Sherry, Kor will always be there if u ever need help ^_^ Seoul isn't far, i can visit u ^^What's your favourite all the music? someone ask me.. well.. it's hard to say.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/1226770881499434261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/1226770881499434261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1226770881499434261' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-6526498841694278772</id><published>2007-03-07T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T00:10:54.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Thinking*.. it's 12am now~~ wat do i blog~~  Lets see.. got up around 7am? brush my teeth, bath &amp; take a bus to vincent house and he drive me to school, on the way he mention saying , law asking us to go bbq after the exams, thinking if i should go? he ask me to ask the girls LOL? WAT AM I ? DAVE?!?! zzz anyway i only ask yin just now lol.. the rest, forget it ~_~ dun even talk to them how to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/6526498841694278772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/6526498841694278772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6526498841694278772' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-5993122119899095461</id><published>2007-03-06T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:40:14.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Dazzle* *Dazzing* *Dozzling*   Looking outside the window.. feels like sleeping lol.. it's raining.. wonder how everyone is.. well i got home around 4pm? damm boring.. went to the silly camp for silly briefing.. The camp look so new omg? i think it's like just build? anyway, the hall is fully air con with 1000 seats! wow!! collected my Det numbers and wat im suppose to do during the next  2 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/5993122119899095461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/5993122119899095461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5993122119899095461' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-7922227049072910146</id><published>2007-03-06T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T10:18:30.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Morning Dazzzzeeee*Still blurblur when i got up, i guess it was 7am? i call my friend to ask him to play game with me, he say HIS IN CAMP? omogmgomg i was so blur i call twice lol.. hee.. nothing to do.. so i went to change my blogskin again ~~ this time look like my old one back in 2005 oh.. the bgsound dun work dunno why too. I checked the link and the coding, everything works fine, DUNNO WHY?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/7922227049072910146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/7922227049072910146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7922227049072910146' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-3906397862442996366</id><published>2007-03-05T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:09:25.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Still thinking*  *What to Blog*  hmm.. meet her at 12pm, but as usual she is late :) around 1220 we had our lunch at Cine, the fast food jap, beside the foodcourt. Dunno wat it is call, it's famous for noodle with eggs. hee.. i order 1 scambled egg with noodle , 1 omelete with noodle and 6 cripsy chicken and 1 GREEN TEA!! omgomgomg the girl give me GREEN TEA when i ORDER LEMON TEA!! i hate GREEN</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/3906397862442996366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/3906397862442996366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3906397862442996366' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-561595921303238044</id><published>2007-03-05T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T08:55:53.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting up around 8.30am.. whole body still aching.. was awake because the aircon tooooooooooo cold. Forgot to lower the temp when i sleep zz.. Gonna write my blog, play a few games and then meet my gf at Orchard around 12 - 1pm? Gonna catch some movies, Rocky!! hee.. still waiting for the movie 300.. oh.. 8 march.. faster come pls ^_^        Hmm.. was rather upset last night when i read someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/561595921303238044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/561595921303238044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#561595921303238044' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-7365963701219083970</id><published>2007-03-04T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T15:46:05.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just got home.. awww.. so tired.. i will never sleep on a sofa bed, EVER AGAIN!! my whole body, from my neck to my shoulder to my back, all aching!! Just came back from my gf auntie house :D feels good to be at home HEHEHE*Things that happen on Sat*-Wake up around 8am? play a few games of warcraft3 then my gf wake up le, company her go eat breakfast at nearby Mac, (my same meal always. Hotcakes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/7365963701219083970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/7365963701219083970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7365963701219083970' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-6442274508194027332</id><published>2007-03-03T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T11:05:00.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going to get ready and go off, today will be boring i guess since.. going to my gf auntie place to stay for the night.. no computer for me to use.. no games for me to play.. no one i can chat with ZZZ and the food!! ALL SEAFOOD DE !! :_(  Lets hope everything is fine and happy for everyone out there ^_^ let me be the one suffering hee.. Take care all, will be back tml i hope? hopefully everything</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/6442274508194027332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/6442274508194027332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6442274508194027332' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-4495797290458520395</id><published>2007-03-02T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T16:07:33.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meeting my gf at 12pm, but when i meet her, she told me alot of stories about last night, things that happen at her house, her mother is @_@!! Her mother was scolding my gf blindly abt some $500++ Credit card bills then the most funny part is, the bill is link to TIRES, YES!! TIRES?!? WTF?? who will buy TIRES??!?! mad women -_-;  Anyway, after meeting her cousin, pam say she no mood and wanted to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/4495797290458520395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/4495797290458520395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4495797290458520395' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-5952307325416573554</id><published>2007-03-02T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T07:52:14.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm.. being a long time since i start blogging. Wonder why i even start again lol.. im so lazy.. but anyway, because someone told mention abt blog last night, sort of eager to blog again lol..  damm.. my last blog was spoilt, i think the template got errors.. anyway redo a new FF8, tot it was nice because it was my favourite!! BUT !! SOMEONE SAY its UGLY T_T  Took sometime off my sleep to redo it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/5952307325416573554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/5952307325416573554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5952307325416573554' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-112398391142145633</id><published>2005-08-14T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T09:45:11.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gloves and Panties  A man went to a gift store to buy his girlfriend a pair of gloves. He had the manager try them on. She said they were perfect, so he had the manager wrap them up. When the manager gave him the gift she accidently gave him a pair of panties instead. When the girlfriend got the gift there was a note attached to it.The note read:Dear Honey, Hope you like the gift.The lady at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112398391142145633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112398391142145633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112398391142145633' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-112356210225213855</id><published>2005-08-09T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T12:35:02.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glowing sunset to shareAs we lovingly rendezvousPrelude of a summer nightWhere dreams came trueOur favourite place to beWe returned back for moreOrange glow filling the skyWe strolled by the shoreAcross the western skyNeath sunsets golden hueWe basked in the serenityAlongside the ocean blueSky spread crimson raysShimmering above the seawe knelt upon the sandKisses lingering blissfullySharing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112356210225213855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112356210225213855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112356210225213855' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-112285360891950129</id><published>2005-08-01T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T07:46:48.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can remember when things were simpleI can remember how I got to this placeand I can remember your breath on my skinbut I choose to ignore the tears on my face.I can remember being coldI can remember flashes of sorrowand I will never forgetThe dreams I had of our tomorrow.I can remember your birthdayI can remember your ex's gameBut I can't remember, no matter how I tryI love you...uttered with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112285360891950129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112285360891950129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112285360891950129' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-112273939864004537</id><published>2005-07-30T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:03:18.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"To love is to understand each other, laugh together, smile with your heart and trust one another. The most important part of love though is to let each other go if this is something you can't do.""Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see.""Life isn't always a fairy tale, but with you, I'm bound to have ""Love is when two people would give up anything just to be together."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112273939864004537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112273939864004537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112273939864004537' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-112259627028650350</id><published>2005-07-29T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:17:50.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are the keeper of my heart, the holder of my soul.I know when we're apart, my heart's an empty hole.I love you so much, so I don't know whyI have such a hard times expressing my love to you.Maybe I'm a little uncertain that you might not love me back, because if I lost you from my life,my world would seem pitch black.Somehow everything's much easier once it's written out,Expressing how I feel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112259627028650350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112259627028650350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112259627028650350' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-112250956210586347</id><published>2005-07-28T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T08:12:42.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’ve been sitting on the banks of this quiet little lake;Looking at the water, and the ripples I make.Into the gentle waves I look and I seeThe fading image of what used to be me.My thoughts abound with each gust of breeze;And always I wish they would bring me some ease.I look intently at the flutter of each little leaf,Hoping for an answer of what saps my belief.I listen to the songs of birds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112250956210586347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112250956210586347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112250956210586347' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-112201866644621572</id><published>2005-07-22T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T15:51:06.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The woman in the mirror I see a smiling face No matter what life dishes out She still has poise and grace So many pains bestowed her life has been all wrong The woman in the mirror Still sings a happy song The woman in the mirror No one sees her grief She learned well to hide it Though she knows no relief Sometimes sadness Overrules her, she wants to let goThe journeys God has given herAre way to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112201866644621572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112201866644621572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112201866644621572' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-112172659718145030</id><published>2005-07-19T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T06:43:17.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know at night that I dream of your faceAn image no other person could replaceMy dreams of you do not compare to the realThough when I am with you, sometimes I do feelThat though I will miss you when I am goneAnd I won't be next to you, where I belongI feel that somehow, though we are apartyou'll be inside me, within my heartBecause you are part of me, part of my soulWithout you I'm empty and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112172659718145030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112172659718145030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112172659718145030' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-112167948431870070</id><published>2005-07-18T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T17:38:04.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn’t mean to do this, or start you in this war.I didn’t mean to love you, I should have thought before.I didn’t mean to need you, or ask of you to stay.I’m sorry for this game of love you always have to play.My heart didn’t mean to see you, and feel like you’re my all.I didn’t mean to ask you to catch me when I fall.In fact, I ask you not to. Don’t worry anymore.Let me drop and crumble...next</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112167948431870070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112167948431870070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112167948431870070' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-112072592387935822</id><published>2005-07-07T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:45:23.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile since i last did a post. hmm.. lets skip all the long dragging stuff about what i did or do, and go on to the last movie i watch, it's call "A LOT LIKE LOVE" and you can't believe how much trouble i took to watch this show, well at least it's worth it ;)It takes some people years to fall in love at first sight… A LOT LIKE LOVE is a romantic comedy about destiny, connection and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112072592387935822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/112072592387935822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112072592387935822' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-111905444604841446</id><published>2005-06-18T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T08:27:26.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry didn't blog for ages..Being very busy lately. Both Army &amp; touring.Went to some great places with my dear recently,-&gt; HongKong-&gt; Marcus-&gt; China, Shen ZhenWill try to update if i can.Photos at my friendster ^_^patrick_yeo_83@yahoo.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/111905444604841446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/111905444604841446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111905444604841446' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-111415963599313109</id><published>2005-04-22T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T16:47:15.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Golden days and sweet long nightsPleasant dreams and heart-warming thoughtsAlone with you ensures a thousand delightsPleasure filled days and sensuous secondsRomantic years and amorous monthsFrom you this comes, it calls, it beckonsPay thee heed, tarry and listenA soul cries out for something missingAttend the call, this is my missionIn life’s great forge, a bond, a couplingWe become as one, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/111415963599313109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/111415963599313109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111415963599313109' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-111217696378697784</id><published>2005-03-30T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T18:02:43.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never knew I could feel like thisLike I've never seen the sky beforeI want to vanish inside your kissEvery day I'm loving you more and moreListen to my heart, can you hear it singsTelling me to give you everythingSeasons may change, winter to springBut I love you until the end of timeSuddenly the world seems such a perfect placeSuddenly it moves with such a perfect graceSuddenly my life doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/111217696378697784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/111217696378697784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111217696378697784' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-111199097350708902</id><published>2005-03-28T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T14:22:53.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Forgotten*When was the last time i blog, didn't remember, times pass just like that, sooner or later u will die, but before u die, did u ever think or wonder if u reali die today, how many people will noe? or will people even bother to ask?i had a close friend who pass away when i was in sec2, till tis day i still remember , hey tat person is my friend once, when someone dies, time juz cover him</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/111199097350708902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/111199097350708902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111199097350708902' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-111049492366483212</id><published>2005-03-11T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T06:48:43.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Still"Funny when you stop and thinktimes goes faster then you blinknothings ever like it wasbut girl we've got a special thingall the happiness it bringsis more than enoughI know its hard to believeyour still the biggest part of meall I'm living forI still think about youI still dream about youI still want you and need you by my side I'm still mad about youall I ever wanted was youyour still the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/111049492366483212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/111049492366483212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111049492366483212' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110957813885066229</id><published>2005-02-28T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T16:08:58.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*After The Run Come The Sun*After so many days of worry, finally come a moment of peace and a moment without worried. Actually not realli worry off hee.. juz tat things finally get back in track *phew*Monday Blue anyway.. oh.. sick of monday!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110957813885066229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110957813885066229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110957813885066229' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110941895439786955</id><published>2005-02-26T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T19:55:54.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like a song without the wordsA man without a soulA bird without its wingsA heart without a homeI feel like a knight without a swordThe sky without the suncos you are the oneI feel like a ship beneath the wavesA child who's lost its wayA door without a keyA face without a nameI feel like a breath without the airAnd every day's the same since you've gone awayThey tell me that a man can lose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110941895439786955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110941895439786955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110941895439786955' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110915138319288880</id><published>2005-02-23T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T17:36:23.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*A Cold Lonely Night*I need some warm, i need some comfort, i need someone to help me clear my mind,wat's the point of doing well and get to go out when the one i wish to go out is theone i hate the most?Getting more disappointed as the days pass.. getting more sick of tis bullshit, call love.Why do i have to become another person juz to make her happy? why do i have to endurewhy...I reali love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110915138319288880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110915138319288880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110915138319288880' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110890716836481404</id><published>2005-02-20T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:46:08.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* Lonely *Another lonely weekend, another lonely day, another lonely laugh and another lonely smile.Wonder how's she doing, wonder wat she is doing, wonder how she did for bowling, wonder how things go.. i pray, i hope things go well, smoothly.. nothing much to blog, was playing mahjong the whole night till this morning, and carry on playing starcraft with my friends till now?( still playing) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110890716836481404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110890716836481404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110890716836481404' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110865827048185897</id><published>2005-02-18T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T00:37:50.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*It's A While*Being awhile since i did my post, juz some recall,-14Feb, went to Malaysia wif my dear to celebrate Vday, lots of shopping for her none for me-15Feb, was sick the whole day, vomiting and headache, yet still haf time for her -)-16Feb, Start of my gf exam... was worrying for her..-17Feb, told me paper can get a pass? still going bowling-18Feb, 2nd Last Day of her exams, bowl till late</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110865827048185897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110865827048185897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110865827048185897' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110825647805509666</id><published>2005-02-13T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T09:01:18.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Today Is The Last Day Of Doom!!*The End Of Hell, The Start Of FreeDom!! yeah.. finally the day i've been waiting for !! hee.. anyway, my dear blog is up too, do drop by and see see ^_^ thx! also make by me hee.. hope she likes too oh.. anyway she's playing a bowling toureny today, cross my finger and pray to god she do well. All The Best !And since tml is Valentine Day, i here wish, -All Singles</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110825647805509666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110825647805509666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110825647805509666' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110818843031401926</id><published>2005-02-12T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T14:07:10.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Last two Days *The finally countdown of 2!! i will do it!! anyway juz finish setting my blog although not perfect yet.. tired hee.. do drop me a msg? at the side, juz scroll down on the right side thx =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110818843031401926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110818843031401926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110818843031401926' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110812999473264148</id><published>2005-02-11T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T21:53:14.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* Tired &amp; Wore Out *The whole day staring at the monitor, with little breaks, trying to figure out how to "make the blog Nice" -_-;; things juz didn't go right.. will take a break now.. hope i can do the following..- get the music going.. somehow onli when i preview it then can listen- get the background going.. same as above mention- finish my dear blog ( although i dun think she will blog.. )</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110812999473264148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110812999473264148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110812999473264148' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110800820615954179</id><published>2005-02-10T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T12:03:26.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*I'm SO Dead!!*While helping my gf change the templates, accidently del my own, by copy and paste hers! shit!.. GG -_-V T_T SOBSOBOSOSBOOBOSBOSOBO !!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110800820615954179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110800820615954179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110800820615954179' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110800759253239225</id><published>2005-02-10T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T11:53:12.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* Chinese New Year Day 2 *2nd Day of the lunar new year, wonder how many red packets each of u get, oh.. starting to miss CNY.. But as my dear told my mum, CNY got 15 days hee.. not tat bad huh.It's also the day me n my dear met.. start counting it's 8 months le.. should be celebrating wif her by right.. sigh.. miss her badly.. wonder how is she..Werid thing is i didn't miss any of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110800759253239225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110800759253239225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110800759253239225' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110795529143588548</id><published>2005-02-09T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T21:21:31.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  My New Year Wishes- Learn How To Drive A Bike- Get A Bike- Learn How To Bowl- Spend More Time With My Dear- Be Good In Army (O.o)- Need To Train Running- Gain FAT !!- More Off !!- Help My Dear Gain Level Faster- Know More Friends- Less Enemy- Have More Time To Blog- Hope To Have Time To Play Card Games- Hope I Like My New Home </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110795529143588548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110795529143588548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110795529143588548' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110794435150149552</id><published>2005-02-09T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T18:19:11.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* H ap py Ch in Es e LuN aR New Ye Ar !! *Although every year, this time i would wake up early to greet both my parents and help them to seal money for ang bao ( cuz we got big family so need many ang bao ) but this year i stil greet them through hp hee -_-VMum never really scold me, just ask me to be good in camp and take care of myself, thx god hee.. think she also noe i miss my CNY alot.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110794435150149552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110794435150149552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110794435150149552' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110783636734711286</id><published>2005-02-08T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T12:19:27.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Have A Type B+ Personality    B+  You're a pro at going with the flowYou love to kick back and take in everything life has to offerA total joy to be around, people crave your stability.While you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.Get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's doneYou're passionate - just selective about your passionsDo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110783636734711286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110783636734711286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110783636734711286' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110783605383304011</id><published>2005-02-08T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T12:14:13.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*New Chinese Year Eve*Didn't blog yesterday as really didn't do anything beside eating, sleeping, i barely leave my room.. was too ashame to see anyone or talk to anybody.. Everyone ask me, why dun i ask my OC for a day or two since it's CNY ! i told them.. wat's the point when i dun haf the mood to celebrate? Plus i dun wish tat my SOL being delay.. making matter worst.. Every Year, at this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110783605383304011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110783605383304011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110783605383304011' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110766563278671284</id><published>2005-02-06T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T12:53:52.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Left Click = Attack.Since the start of my day at 0600 hours i haf been left clicking my mouse, was playing a rather silly childish RPG tat my gf was playing, helping her to power her character and leveling it up.. those who got nothing better to do and wish to haf a game to play in the office can try this since it doesn't require u to download the game.www.battleon.comMy darling went to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110766563278671284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110766563278671284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110766563278671284' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110757547557595810</id><published>2005-02-05T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:51:15.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At work or in school: I like to be with people, sharing with them, inspiring them, and helping them. I work and learn best when I can take into consideration people and the human element. I flourish in an atmosphere of cooperation.With friends: I always look for perfect love. I am very romantic, and I enjoy doing thoughtful things for others. I am affectionate, supportive and a good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110757547557595810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110757547557595810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110757547557595810' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110757386172646656</id><published>2005-02-05T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:24:21.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LonelyAll alone in this camp,all alone in this place,all alone in this room,i dun wanna be alone!Help!!! Lets hope time pass, helping my dear play her RPG + my PS2 and good thing i bought lots of stuff to read. Time will pass fast right? time will pass fast..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110757386172646656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110757386172646656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110757386172646656' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110751873896865978</id><published>2005-02-04T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T20:05:38.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring Cleaning !Yup tat's right it's spring cleaning from 5am till 6pm LOL! but then.. wasn't my house t.t was the camp, we also did some arrangement of bunks because our platoon got mixed ppl so need them to get into the correct bunks! man total slack whole day but time pass quite fast phew.. few more days (9days ) to be able to haf CNY wif my famil and of cuz my dear! miss her badly but it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110751873896865978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110751873896865978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110751873896865978' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110742601445446861</id><published>2005-02-03T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T18:20:14.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time For Today Blog HEHEHEToday wasn't usual, skip the first parade, skip the mid day parade because wasn't feeling well, so lie on bed whole day T_T after tat haf a clean up cuz tml is RMS inspection.some funny quote taken from my friendsJJ : Hey Sgt, pass me some cement to ment the floor ( because the floor outside the toilet keep having water just like the movie dark water HEE if u all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110742601445446861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110742601445446861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110742601445446861' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110738962862828194</id><published>2005-02-03T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T08:13:48.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone Should Believe in God  Why? Because when i was praying hard tat i wish i could see my gf, then i had a very high fever which sent me to NUH hee.. after tat i was given Attend C and was allow to go home even though i having SOL HEHEE! tat's why i didn't blog in 020205. just a summary of wat happen,010205 -&gt; haf a headache at 0500h, went to see MO which give me 1 day MC but i was SOL </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110738962862828194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110738962862828194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110738962862828194' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110720724065341413</id><published>2005-02-01T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T05:34:00.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone Make MistakesIt's been a long time since i ever blog about my own stuff, being posted to army, stop playing computer games and getting a life out of my old shell. Everybody makes mistake but i just dun get it, why does every mistake i make is out of selfishness? I need help, i just wanna go out more wif my gf? is it wrong doing so..? Going to miss my home, my love one for along time.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110720724065341413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110720724065341413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110720724065341413' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110691753766323348</id><published>2005-01-28T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:05:37.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Little storyIt started when I was in last year of my sec school. At first she introduced herself to me. I was amaze because she knows alot about me. And that's all started for being her friend. I never knew that I'm gonna fell in love with her, because I use to tease her to my other friends. feeling lonely and realizing that i need a friend to talk to. I tried to hide it. And since then we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110691753766323348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110691753766323348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110691753766323348' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110457556306472689</id><published>2005-01-01T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T18:32:43.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hospital namesDo you know why New Changi Hospital (NCH) changed its name to Changi General Hospital (CGH)?Because NCH stands for "Never Come Home". That's why business was very bad before it changed its name.Now CGH stands for "Can Go Home". So business is picking up.Business in Singapore General Hospital (SGH) is still going strong because SGH stands for "Sure Go Home"!Now National University</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110457556306472689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110457556306472689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110457556306472689' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110406672108664237</id><published>2004-12-26T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T21:12:01.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>True Luv Is Eternal, Cherish Luv When You Got The Chance,Once It Left You, It Will Be Difficult To Get It Back, Dun Let Love Be Onli A Memory...                 When I Saw U,  I Was Afraid To Talk To U, When I Talked To U,  I Was Afraid To Hold U, When I Hold U, I Was Afraid To Love U, Now That I've Love U, I'm Afraid To Lose U...          Ît hùRt§ 2 £óVë §ôMéÖÑê Ñ ñÖT Bê £óVéD ìÑ RêTùrÑ BùT </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110406672108664237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110406672108664237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110406672108664237' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-110382206679874498</id><published>2004-12-24T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T01:14:26.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Ah Beng,I went to my local Orh Kwee Keng at Geylang Lorong 69 for my regular dose of oral sex, but the girls all told me police now say cannot. I can’t afford full intercourse and hand job very buay song. How like that?Sucky SituationDear Sucky,Aiyah, listen to the mata, lah. If the police say cannot, I am sure they speak from personal experience.I checked with my neighbourhood </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110382206679874498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/110382206679874498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110382206679874498' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-109549013557266073</id><published>2004-09-18T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T14:48:55.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt;Operator:   "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut Geylang. May I have your..."&gt;&gt;Ah Beng:    "Haloo, arh...can I orler huh..."&gt;&gt;Operator:   "Can I have your Future Card number first, Sir?"&gt;&gt;Ah Beng:    "It's arh...,  hold on prease, arh..... S6102-0499-54610FC"&gt;&gt;Operator:   "OK... you're... Tan Ah Beng alias 'Or Kwee Tao' and you're calling from 17-D Lorong 14, Geylang. Your home number is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/109549013557266073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/109549013557266073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109549013557266073' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-109495268796952323</id><published>2004-09-12T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T09:31:27.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you know that when you envy someone, it's because you really like that person?Did you know that those who appear to be very strong in heart, are real weaklings and most succeptible?Did you know that those who spend their time protecting others are the ones that really need some one to protect them?Did you know that the three most difficult things to say are : I love you, Sorry and help </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/109495268796952323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/109495268796952323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109495268796952323' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-109116646096920876</id><published>2004-07-30T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T13:47:40.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is so funny if u got play Starcraft(broodwar)Reason why u should stop playing broodwar..!1) When you are going to be late for school and use stim packs to run faster. 2) when you see lots of mice, you say omg cracklings.3) when you use SC strategies for WC34) when you say omg you suck after you beat someone because of your leet micro skills you learned from SC.5) when you can say you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/109116646096920876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/109116646096920876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109116646096920876' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-109108994247856147</id><published>2004-07-29T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T16:32:22.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've found my love, my happiness, hopefully those who read this... also will.. some tips.. ya?-Listen to the person u love.-Care and Love her without doubts.-Be there for tat person.-Show tat u enjoy her company.-Respect her.-Willing to give in.-Forgive &amp; forget.-Dun force her as there is no future.-Say i love u once a day.-Show tat there is no gap in between.-Know wat she likes and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/109108994247856147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/109108994247856147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109108994247856147' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-109012961666291654</id><published>2004-07-18T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T13:46:56.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish to cry, not tears come out,I wish to die, not time pass by,I wish she was here, too much to ask,I wish today end, it's just begain.. Does all good things always have to end the hard way?Does all lovers have to experienced hardship before they bear fruits? I had to say Bye but i had to go..*sad day*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/109012961666291654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/109012961666291654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109012961666291654' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108960900494381930</id><published>2004-07-12T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T13:10:04.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you're mad with someone , and nobody's there  to fix the situation... You fix it . Maybe today, that person still wants to be your friend . And if u don't, tomorrow can be too late .  If you're in love with somebody , but that person doesn't know...        tell her/him. Maybe today, that person is also in love with you .And if you don't say it, tomorrow can be too late .   If you really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108960900494381930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108960900494381930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108960900494381930' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108924361216611478</id><published>2004-07-08T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T07:40:12.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lim Peh ka li kong, hor, all this techno-logy is a terrible thing.Last week I discovered the Interneh and found, over and over again, that there got so many porno sites!I couldn't believe it! It was like some giant red light district.Except without red lights.I saw things I never saw before in Geylang, and certainly not in Keong Saik Road or Desker Road.All kinds of funny things got.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108924361216611478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108924361216611478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108924361216611478' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108859747135561858</id><published>2004-06-30T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T20:11:11.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Story of Old Man impression on MRT (Singlish Mode)by Lim PehLim Peh ka li kong, hor, nowsaday life in Singapore is very dangerous. Got some peepur want to blow up MRT station. This is too much! What is the world coming to? Last time peepur buay song with each other, they start by staring at people. Then if still buay song, then maybe scratch their car, or late at night, put shit in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108859747135561858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108859747135561858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108859747135561858' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108747291027458882</id><published>2004-06-17T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T19:48:30.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorrow &amp; Pain  it's being awhile since i even write a blog about my life.. wat a mess it's in my life.. This morning, i suddenly understand someone pain, someone sorrow.. someone so close to me.. someone i love so much.. dear, i really felt sorry for wat has happen to u.This poem is specially for u, my dear. It's really nice even knowing you for a day. thx.I feel you pain and your life is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108747291027458882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108747291027458882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108747291027458882' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108739656307530211</id><published>2004-06-16T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T22:36:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A man checked into a hotel. There was a computer in his room, So he decided to send an e-mail to his wife. However, he accidentally Typed  wrong e-mail address, and without realizing his error, he sent the  e-mail.   Meanwhile.....somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home from  her husband's funeral. The widow decided to check her e-mail, expecting  messages from relatives and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108739656307530211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108739656307530211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108739656307530211' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108720948749707817</id><published>2004-06-14T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T18:38:07.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where Will U Go When U Die? ( R I P )Reincarnation: You are nice enough to go to heaven,but Earth won't be as fun without you. So youshall come back as someone or something else.As a real optimist and lighthearted person, youalways see the good in things. People probablyrespect you for your wonderful personality andlove for life. People like you make the world ahappier place (please rate my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108720948749707817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108720948749707817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108720948749707817' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108713983774957002</id><published>2004-06-13T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T23:17:17.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Mythological Creature Are You Faerie:Faeries are sweet loving beings who love to helppeople. They are not held back by reality andlove to dream and fly around.  You probably arevery creative and although not the most popularperson in the world you are probably loved bymany for your sweet caring personality. What Mythological Creature Are You (Many Results and Beautiful Pics) brought to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108713983774957002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108713983774957002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108713983774957002' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108699936038128637</id><published>2004-06-12T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T08:16:41.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take Me To Your Heart. by MLTR(Micheal Learns To Rock)Hiding from the rain and snowTrying to forget but I won't let goLooking at a crowded streetListening to my own heart beatSo many people all around the worldTell me where do I find someone like you girl(Chorus)Take me to your heart take me to your soulGive me your hand before I'm oldShow me what love is - haven't got a clueShow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108699936038128637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108699936038128637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108699936038128637' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108691266026066335</id><published>2004-06-11T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T08:11:00.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Love is?Love is the perfect for rose for some While it is just a thorn for others.That pokes into deep down the heartLeaving incurable infectious scars.Love is an ultimate reality for someWhile it might be an illusion for others.An illusion that makes one to go after love With a false hope like someone approaching the horizon;Where the earth has met the sky.The closer you get the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108691266026066335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108691266026066335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108691266026066335' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108691168836637606</id><published>2004-06-11T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T07:54:48.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Kind Of Kiss Are You?You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leavesyour partner bedazzled and maybe even feelinghe/she is dreaming.  Quite effective; the kissthat never lessens and always blows yourpartner away like the first time. What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108691168836637606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108691168836637606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108691168836637606' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108691131819648413</id><published>2004-06-11T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T07:48:38.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How Fast Would You Die In A Cheesy Zombie Flick!You're the tough guy who gets the most zombiekills.  You make it most of the way, but dieheroically by sacrificing yourself and takingout hundreds of zombies at the climax. How fast would you die in a cheesy zombie flick? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108691131819648413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108691131819648413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108691131819648413' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108683211965665740</id><published>2004-06-10T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T09:48:39.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What emotional state are you?Angst: You spend all your time worryingabout things; and a lot of what you worry aboutyou have no control over. It's hard for you toaccept that some things are unchangeable andyou often read too deeply into situations. Youcrave assurance that everything will be okay.What emotional state are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108683211965665740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108683211965665740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108683211965665740' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108676109049503864</id><published>2004-06-09T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T14:04:50.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Do i Need? :)LOVING ONE. You need  safety in your relationship.You want to  be sure in his/her arms, knowingthat he will protect you and you can be totallydevoted to your other. At this point you arevery vulnerable. You open yourself and donteven think that he/she could cheat you. Youtotally trust your partner in every single way.SO if you find out that she/he lied to you orplayed a game </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108676109049503864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108676109049503864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108676109049503864' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108676076033609611</id><published>2004-06-09T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T13:59:20.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movies anyone ;DFight Club! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108676076033609611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108676076033609611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108676076033609611' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108670060442184863</id><published>2004-06-08T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T21:16:44.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You should be dating a Scorpio.23 October - 21 NovemberYour mate is passionately caring, dynamic andsensual.  Though he or she can beself-destructive, ruthless or overbearing, thescorpion's sex life involves releasing his/hermost pent-up passions. What Zodiac Sign Are You Attracted To? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108670060442184863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108670060442184863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108670060442184863' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108669850666271748</id><published>2004-06-08T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T20:41:46.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My HeartYour Heart is Red What Color is Your Heart?  brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108669850666271748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108669850666271748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108669850666271748' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108582740715098937</id><published>2004-05-29T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T18:43:27.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No words can sayNo mind can graspNo letters catchNo sound it bind And not the fiercest night obscure:The truth is simple, plain and pureAnd without doubtNo limits here And now for onceAll time stands stillAnd now for onceJust you and me The words to saySo empty seemCommunicateA simple theme So full my heartAnd jumps my soulElectrifiedMy walls now fallAnd all to say</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108582740715098937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108582740715098937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108582740715098937' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108575530849174252</id><published>2004-05-28T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T22:41:48.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poseidon ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ?? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108575530849174252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108575530849174252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108575530849174252' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108337930093795789</id><published>2004-05-01T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T10:45:59.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The thoughts seep bySoon catch the eyeNo worth in hereNo, never fear,Just never trustJust always lookThe path you tookRemember notThe steps are goneThe steps are farRemember themHowever farRemember notRemember themThe path in frontNo sight it fleesNo sight you seeThe thoughts so soughtThey lose you hereYou're kept in fear,No time to see,No time to flee,No neither place,No </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108337930093795789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108337930093795789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108337930093795789' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108260674255239493</id><published>2004-04-22T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T12:09:49.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my instinct's just to go away for everything reminds just so of open graves remains unfinished rotting silently alive not quite nor neither gone completely run away I could like her it's what partly I admire letting go all old acquaintance older baggage oldest life or not quite, on second thought throwing life itself away? (I need to sleep I need to write I need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108260674255239493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108260674255239493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108260674255239493' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-108238945186452867</id><published>2004-04-19T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T23:48:15.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How evil are you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108238945186452867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/108238945186452867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108238945186452867' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-107892695432822688</id><published>2004-03-10T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T21:59:02.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are many ups and down in life, i just list some ups, the downs are those which u fail to do it when u haf the chance, anyway i would like to congrats PpG for having enough courage and will to go wif her dream ^^ good luck to her and god bless, hope u get to the finals, the best is get 1st! 1. Wake Up !!  Decide to have a good day."This is the day the Lord hath made; let us rejoice and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107892695432822688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107892695432822688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107892695432822688' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-107866881397997604</id><published>2004-03-07T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T22:16:38.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Form 9, Vampire: The Undying."And The Vampire was all that remained onthe blood drowned creation.  She attempted toregrow life from the dead.  But as she wasabout to give the breath of life, she wasconsumed in the flame of The Phoenix and thecycle began again."Some examples of the Vampire Form are Hades (Greek)and Isis (Egyptian).The Vampire is associated with the concept ofdeath, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107866881397997604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107866881397997604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107866881397997604' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-107866691328413082</id><published>2004-03-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T21:44:57.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mindless thoughts flutterUnfortunate caresWhy did I everThink that you caredI should've seen inBut I'm impossibly blindWhen it comes to myselfI've fallen behindYou left me aloneTo sort through this confusionOn and againI've lived through an illusionThe world seems much colderI wish you were hereThough you hurt meYou take away all my fearsI'll learn one dayWhen my mind has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107866691328413082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107866691328413082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107866691328413082' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-107866505837431129</id><published>2004-03-07T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T21:14:02.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the very Beginning, Gal's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background, &amp; that the gal will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him. Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrelled very often. Though the gal love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?" As the guy is not good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107866505837431129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107866505837431129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107866505837431129' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-107840963362515167</id><published>2004-03-04T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T22:16:53.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Worry?There are only two things in life to worry about:Whether you are wellor whether you are sick.If you are well,then there is nothing to worry about.But if you are sick,there are only two things to worry about:Whether you are going to get wellor whether you are going to die.If you get well,then there is nothing to worry about.But if you die,there are only two things</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107840963362515167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107840963362515167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840963362515167' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-107831154099097553</id><published>2004-03-03T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T19:02:26.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 000 EssayI'ts being awhile since i did my last post, very busy wif my life. Of of my uncle just got stroke .. sad.. his son and daughter take turn to hold the night for him.. touching.. there is a lot of chance and choice in life which people must make, like what u going to do when u grow up bah bah bah.. hmmm.. i saw Ppg blog which remind me of Kiat story HMM! back then i tot her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107831154099097553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107831154099097553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831154099097553' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-107737284612984044</id><published>2004-02-21T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T22:16:49.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      EASY  VS. DIFFICULT       Easy is to get a place is someone's address book.       Difficult is to get a place in someone's heart.       Easy is to judge the mistakes of others       Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes       Easy is to talk without thinking       Difficult is to refrain the tongue       Easy is to hurt someone who loves us.       Difficult is to heal the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107737284612984044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107737284612984044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107737284612984044' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-107667522067969557</id><published>2004-02-13T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T20:29:33.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fitness for Capricorn (Dec 22 - Jan 19)Your Ruling Planet: Saturn, the planet of longevity and permanence. The Part Of The Body Your Sign Rules: Bones, teeth and especially the knees. Your Metabolism: Steady to high. Your Health Profile: A Capricorn is very ambitious and likes to get ahead. However, the Goat tends to work long hours and forget about how late it's getting. Too often, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107667522067969557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107667522067969557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107667522067969557' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-107631512774344403</id><published>2004-02-09T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T16:27:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything that has a beginning will have an end  Copy from the movie the Matrix, "Everything that has a beginning will have an end". i'm going to end my gaming life. why? my reason has occur but i rather be the only person knowing it. If one day, your family doctor say, you only have 2months left to live, what will you do, or plan to achive? i didn't really think much and i dun even noe wat im</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107631512774344403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107631512774344403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107631512774344403' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-107606224657970854</id><published>2004-02-06T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T18:13:09.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reading Ppg blog make me wonder..What's love really about? why do we fall in love? why do guys have to love girl? and not the other way? why does girl + girl = wrong? guy + guy = wrong too ? why does rich + poor = people think she is not good enough for you?why does poor + rich = people think you are only going for her wealth?Loving is already such a hard thing yet there are alot more "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107606224657970854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107606224657970854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107606224657970854' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-107598506139867952</id><published>2004-02-05T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T20:46:42.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Late...Hmmm... being awhile since i did a post, lazy? maybe.. tired, maybe.. too drain of my mind .. mustbe.. anyway, some bad news update, 4th uncle got a stroke few days back, a fine and fit guy.. just out of sudden.. *sad* thx to birdflu everything seem to haf increase in price.. oh.. god. And thx to my dumb silly brother who SOMEHOW break my war3 tft disc nfi how he do tat O_O; will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107598506139867952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107598506139867952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107598506139867952' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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-6176757.post-107571338580038028</id><published>2004-02-02T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T17:19:34.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haf a great day last sunday but having a headache now so.. just dun feel like writing anything tat need to think, so might as well wrote some quotes : ) I LOVE YoU NoT BeCAuSE OF WhO YoU ARE,   BUT BeCaUSE OF WhO I AM WHeN I Am WiTh YOU.....  No MaN Or WoMaN Is WoRth YouR TEaRS,                                             AnD ThE OnE WHO is,Won'T MaKE yOu CrY.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107571338580038028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176757/posts/default/107571338580038028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ea5t3r.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107571338580038028' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376743275803290271</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>
