<?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-22396380</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:36:55.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gregory</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-6752682855576470368</id><published>2008-12-29T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:55:31.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey To Witch's Castle</title><content type='html'>The journey to the witch's castle was not easy. My "brother" and I rode our horses to look for the mysterious castle. We rode in the wrong direction but the signs on abandoned houses led us the right way. Though we were unsure about the whereabouts of the castle, we managed to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting off our horses, we approached the tall, quiet and dangerous castle. The way up was tedious as there were too many stairs leading to the wrong rooms. It was like a maze. We were thirsty but we have to sabotage the witch's plans. The fact that we are smart saved us time to figure out the correct path up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we were standing in front of the door leading to the lair of the witch. It was my fight from the beginning, i have to face it alone. My "brother" stood away from the door just as not to get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knocked on the door. Once...no response. Twice.....still no response. Only after the third knock, an orc came to the door. I put up a brave front and asked, "Is the witch living here?". The orc kept quiet for several seconds before he asked me to wait. He closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait anymore as i wanted to confront the witch. The next thing that happened shocked me as well as the witch! I didn't expect the witch to come to the door and she didn't expect me to turn up at her doorstep. She obviously looked crappy because she was sleeping before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mission was to deliver a bomb and sabotage the witch's plan. I didn't. I swopped the bomb with another parcel. I gave a squishable to her instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-6752682855576470368?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/6752682855576470368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=6752682855576470368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/6752682855576470368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/6752682855576470368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2008/12/journey-to-witchs-castle.html' title='The Journey To Witch&apos;s Castle'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-8390057791023592599</id><published>2008-12-15T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:13:04.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Chuck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We miss all that you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We miss all that you would have become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We miss all that you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We miss all that you would have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We miss all that you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We miss all that you would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We miss loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We miss all the love you had for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We had so much love, joy, hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;peace and dreams for the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now we have so much pain, sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;grief, loss, anger, remorse, broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hearts and broken dreams that have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;destroyed our peace, hope and future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We hold on to our precious memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but it will never be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For nothing we will ever have or do can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;fill the vast hole in our hearts and lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when we lost you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Missing you always.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Loving you forever.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forgetting you never.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-8390057791023592599?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/8390057791023592599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=8390057791023592599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/8390057791023592599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/8390057791023592599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-chuck.html' title='For Chuck!'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-6681229765723167701</id><published>2008-12-15T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:11:59.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Chuck! My Guitar Hero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#865959;"&gt;Time                        is a thing we must accept.&lt;br /&gt;                      The unexpected I sometimes&lt;br /&gt;                      fear.&lt;br /&gt;                      Just when I feel there's no&lt;br /&gt;                      excuse for what happens,&lt;br /&gt;                      things fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;                      I know there is no way to&lt;br /&gt;                      avoid the pain that we must&lt;br /&gt;                      go through, to find the other&lt;br /&gt;                      half that is true.&lt;br /&gt;                      Destiny is what we all seek.&lt;br /&gt;                      Destiny was waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;                      and me.&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#865959;"&gt;I                        believe behind confusion,&lt;br /&gt;                      awaits the truth for us.&lt;br /&gt;                      Past the obstacles we face.&lt;br /&gt;                      I value our life and trust.&lt;br /&gt;                      Years of questioning why&lt;br /&gt;                      things happen the way they&lt;br /&gt;                      do in life.&lt;br /&gt;                      Wishing that I could turn back&lt;br /&gt;                      time, so we could join our&lt;br /&gt;                      souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-6681229765723167701?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/6681229765723167701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=6681229765723167701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/6681229765723167701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/6681229765723167701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-you-chuck-my-guitar-hero.html' title='I love you Chuck! My Guitar Hero!'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-8682082718402341822</id><published>2008-12-04T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:38:58.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alot of people around us talk about brotherhood and call each other bro. In actual fact do they really know what is that all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To them as long as they hang out together, getting benefits from each other and have common topics to talk about, they consider their guy friends as brothers. I mean there isn't anything wrong about that. No doubt brothers do spend time having fun, talking about the same interests, but there is more to it. When you talk about brotherhood, its about whether you can stand by your brothers, helping them, supporting them and protecting them. To be able to call someone brother means if he were to even disappear for a day, you will be searching for him and praying that he is safe. The word brother has more value in it, its not that cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 2 mths time, my brother (not my real bro) is going overseas to study. I can truthfully say that i am going to miss him a lot. Friday nights without him, is not going to be that fun. Its like a man without his ability to talk. I dont know how am i going to look at him go through that entrance without any emotions flowing through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. Everyone needs to grow up. Everyone needs to improve themselves. We cant stay put as we are always. My brother study hard and do us proud. We will be waiting. Brothers for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-8682082718402341822?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/8682082718402341822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=8682082718402341822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/8682082718402341822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/8682082718402341822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2008/12/brotherhood.html' title='Brotherhood'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-2808271454350821646</id><published>2008-05-25T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:19:45.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-inferiority</title><content type='html'>Self-inferiority is defined as ‘the lower status or quality in comparing with other individual. A person suffering from self-inferior complexity will usually lead their life in two different directions, either one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one, they will keep indulging in their own inferior world and suffering low self-esteem. They will isolate themselves from their friends, and others circumstance which makes them feel inferior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, they will find way to help them-selves which again gives them two different choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one, either they try it the good way, which we call the positive reinforcement. For example, if they feel inferior in term of their qualification, then they take up part-time course to enhance their knowledge and wisdom. This type of positive enforcement is rather good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second choice, they will find way to oppress others so that they feel good for themselves, a negative reinforcement to push-up their self-esteem. This is usually one way of self-satisfaction that does not solve the root problem. Using the similar example, they will use areas where they perceive good self-quality to compare with others, and oppress and counteract the good quality of others. For example, they will brag about their work, characters wise, or their good pay to counteract with those of higher qualification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative reinforcement brings about negative personality, because it also leads to egoistic characters when bragging becomes habit. Bragging can be indirect or direct, a person who relates self-wrong-doing or bad habit to others individual in their surrounding, this is one soft of indirect bragging, while, a person who frequently talk about own good quality is one types of direct bragging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who do not understand the whole pictures will perceive the negative reinforcement as something new, and believe in it, however, it will eventually lead to a break-up in personality when the circle is enlarging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-2808271454350821646?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/2808271454350821646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=2808271454350821646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/2808271454350821646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/2808271454350821646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2008/05/self-inferiority.html' title='Self-inferiority'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-2445508315068482176</id><published>2008-05-20T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:12:13.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Gregory Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-2445508315068482176?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/2445508315068482176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>MAXIMUM THE HORMONE</title><content type='html'>found this jap band. find their songs shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-n-jjLibeXw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-n-jjLibeXw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-6193624203287132516?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/6193624203287132516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=6193624203287132516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/6193624203287132516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/6193624203287132516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2007/09/maximum-hormone_14.html' title='MAXIMUM THE HORMONE'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-9117592556885121641</id><published>2007-09-14T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:36:58.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAXIMUM THE HORMONE</title><content type='html'>found this jap band. fidn their songs shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-n-jjLibeXw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-n-jjLibeXw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-9117592556885121641?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/9117592556885121641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=9117592556885121641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/9117592556885121641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/9117592556885121641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2007/09/maximum-hormone.html' title='MAXIMUM THE HORMONE'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-684157012112949555</id><published>2007-09-06T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:31:05.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH LEK</title><content type='html'>Ah Lek was asked to make a sentence using 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 n 10.&lt;br /&gt;Not only did he do it 1 to 10, he did it again from 10 back to 1.&lt;br /&gt;This is what he came up with...&lt;br /&gt;1 day I go&lt;br /&gt;2 climb up a&lt;br /&gt;3 outside a house to peep. But the couple saw me, so I panic and&lt;br /&gt;4 down. The man rush out and wanted to&lt;br /&gt;5 with me. I run until I fall&lt;br /&gt;6 and throw up. So I go into&lt;br /&gt;7 eleven and grab some&lt;br /&gt;8 to throw at him. Then I took a&lt;br /&gt;9 and try to stab him.&lt;br /&gt;10 God he run away. So, I put the&lt;br /&gt;9 back and pay for the&lt;br /&gt;8 and left&lt;br /&gt;7 eleven. Next day, I call my boss and say I am&lt;br /&gt;6. He said&lt;br /&gt;5, tomorrow also no need to come back&lt;br /&gt;4 work. He also asks me to climb a&lt;br /&gt;3 and jump down. I don't understand, I so nice&lt;br /&gt;2 him but I don't know what he&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-684157012112949555?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/684157012112949555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=684157012112949555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/684157012112949555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/684157012112949555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2007/09/ah-lek.html' title='AH LEK'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-6527778413807110118</id><published>2007-09-05T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:46:35.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horoscope for gregory and  joycelyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;AQUARIUS MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hot-hearted man who likes to do thing his way. He can suddenly decide to do something without thinking of it's outcome. He is the type of guy with an inside energizer, so if you fall in love with this type of guy be "patient", even if you have to follow him a bit. His creative mind could create fantastic idea any time. If you do not understand or can not follow him, you won't be with him for long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A man in this Zodiac will less likely to have a pale skin, and if he has a scar, it would be on his face or on his head. He moves very fast and very energetic, and he has a very self confident in himself. He is not the type to sit down and feel sorry or regret anything for long, especially with "Love". He loves justice. He dares to show his opinion or even argue about certain subject even he knows it might bring him problems. A straight forward type of guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He hardly lies except if he think it is necessary and he is not a good liar anyway. He will not lie to you about serious matter, but if he lie he will lie only a small little thing. He is gifted with the ability to be a very social person. He could talk even about subject that he has no knowledge of. He interests only at the present time and look at the world positively. Many times he feels hurt because of reality, but he will not run away and he will overcome that difficulty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even he is a high and self confident type and center his own thought as a main focus, but at the same time he is a kind, cute and polite guy. He certainly is not a mean person. He likes to help people who are in troubles even he is not asked to. He is the type who feels sorry if you remember bad things he said to you that he had already forgotten,but you did not. Belief him that he is very sorry and give him another chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once he decides to do something, he will put all his mind and energy in it either in his "Work", or "Love". He is the type who gamble anything in the casino, so do not even take him there. He does not like pessimistic, low energy, and depress person, especially no brain. Strangely he like to overpowered this type of people to assure that he is more superior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He like to be the first person to do something. You can see sparkling in his eyes, once he meet a new target or new lover. Once he is in love, he will act as if he never has love like this before. This minute he could be real sugar sweet, and later he could also be an icy cold, but do not blame him for that will only chase him away. He could fall in love again with another girl and act again like he never has this kind of love before.He could really love someone, but not a heart broken type for he thinks love is "excitement" and "Love goes on". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you date this kind of guy, do not or avoid showing your face to him with face pack, face mask, always be presentable, nice and cute. If he is quiet not because he is shy, but he is only quietly thinking. If you have a chance to ask his X-girlfriend, she will tell you that he is not a shy or quiet type. If he is really and truly in love with you, he will never lie to you at all. How do you know if he loves you, bet on your faith! Love him and treat him steadily and do not try to find anything to argue with him, he will be with you for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are his lover or girlfriend and need to tell him something, go and say it out loud and straight forward because he hate long boring story. He hate to play games, chasing for love or being chased, so let him call you first. He likes a confident woman who also a good follower. If he gets mad at you, let him be for only a short time he will be normal again. You have to like and be able to get along with his friends, but he does not have to do so with all your friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't ever think you could make him jealous by flirting with other man, he will just leave instead of making a scene because he is a confident man and has to be the first in everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CANCER WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When she is in love, she will act both ways. First, Shy and polite trembling to be near you. Second, Attach to you like glue and trying to be with you all the times. She will try to go home with you after work, or have every lunch with you. It is O.K. if you like her too, but if is is not the case, you will feel very uncomfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She hates to be talked about or gossiped by someone else. If she knows she will be very hurt. In nature she is a shy type, except she has been influenced by some other Zodiac. She is not a brave or daring type, so if you like her then you better be the one who start first. She will not accept her true feeling, so if you like here you better tell her first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She is like a musical note always change in tunes, so one minute she can be funny and cheerful, and one minute she can be sad and depress. Other people may think of her as "Over-acting", or "Over-reacting". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When she is depress, she will go out and look for things to make it up. She loves money, and thinks of having "Money" as "happy", not as "God". She will not look down at you if you do not have a lot of money, but she will help you make money, save money. She is not an extravagant person and sometimes will tell you not to buy her expensive and not useful gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She is the type who enjoy a long and quiet walk. Cancer woman also influenced by the "moon", so under the moon light she will be fascinating woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She has a constant fear for many things. She fear of not being smart enough, not pretty enough. Even if she is not fat, she will not be satisfy. Assuring her of her look would help, because she can change mood 4 times a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She is not stingy, but you will not surprise if you see she collecting old or broken junks. She sees that everything are useful to her. She will find a way to re-use it again some day. She is not a jealous type, but possessive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The best part of her is that she will sacrifice everything for her love one with no limit. Don't leave her in times of troubles, she will never forget it. She is not a weak type, even she looks like one, Example if you argue with her, she might cry her heart out. Once you left, she will wipe her tears and start clean up her apartment normally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She is a very careful mother and will look after her kids every steps of the way. If she is a mother of your children, you are at ease, but if she is your mother in law, you are in pain. Not to worry, this type of mother in law will not let her own daughter being an "Old mate". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She could be moody and argue with you in many little things like many women, but she always wait and want to take care of you. If you argue with her and disappear a few days, she will be waiting for you, but not for long O.K. This kind of testing is risky, try not to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Cancer woman need 2 things to be happy which are "Work" and "Love". She can be live in a dusty house, but she can not live in that same house with no Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-6527778413807110118?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/6527778413807110118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=6527778413807110118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/6527778413807110118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/6527778413807110118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2007/09/horoscope-for-gregory-and-joycelyn.html' title='horoscope for gregory and  joycelyn'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-2847312823397742562</id><published>2007-08-13T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:45:39.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 ways to stay in love</title><content type='html'>1. Be realistic abt each other. Dont try 2 turn ur partner in 2 sumthng he or she is nt. Lets face it, guys - thre's only 1 Pamela Anderson in the world, and evn she has had her implants removed! Give ur gal a break &amp; undrstnd tad her physical appearance is NOT going 2 chnge overnite with the help of a few facials or treatments. gals, Brad Pitt is taken, so u're gonna hve to do with wad ur guy is like! Chill out, love each other for what u r. Thre is mre to ur partnr den wad meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Alwys talk thngs out. Now guys, I knw dis is not ur fave pastime of resolving issues, but u knw what? This wrks with the gals. Dnt make assumptions abt each others feelngs. Learn 2 xpress urslf beter so tad ur partner undrstnds wad u're angry abt,or hurt abt,or evn happy abt!When u stop tlking to each other frm the heart, its the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Do stuff 2gether. Make an effort 2 do thngs 2gether. Do sme sports or involve urselves in sme shared activities; something both of u enjoy or intrested in. It culd b as simple as watchng movies 2 gether, jus strollng hand-in-hand dwn Orchard Road. Watch soccer with him once in a while though the green patch on TV puts u 2 sleep in 3 secs. guys, do give in if ur gal ask for anothr day at window-shoppng, rather den suggest tad she go out w/ her girlfrends for "tad sort of activities" instead. If u'respending more time w/ ur friends rathr den w/ ur partner,its awarnng sign that u're driftng apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Meet each othr halfway.If he agrees to throw out tad rotten T-shirt w/ the "The_Rock" print,u shouldnt kick up much of a fuss if he asks u 2 keep ur room tidy.Thres gota be alil givng and tking in a relatnship, so learn 2 meet each othr halfway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Show ur love Buy her flowers or candy or perfume evrynow &amp; den, evn if u hve been 2gther for 5yrs. Its wonderful 2 cntinue showng some1 dat u care for him or her. Cook him a special meal, paint him a Valentines Day card. Knit him mini-socks he cant wear (like for decoration purposes),buy him a pkt of milk 4 brkfast, or pack his wardrobe 4 him. so he knws u can still bromantic &amp;amp; lovng despite having been 2gether 4 quite a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Respect each other.Stop makng jokes abt her hair or skin, or wadever it is u love 2 laugh at. Ask urself if she thinks its funny. if he has an inferiority complex abt his height, stop ogling at tall guys &amp; mke him feel worse! Love is abt respectng each others feelngs and being sensitive 2 each othr at all times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.bury the past. Stop bringng up the past. Gals. dont bring up the hapy thngs abt u &amp;amp; ur ex to ur guy, it wuld jus mke him jealous or unhappy. guys,dnt tlk abt the hapy times tad u had w/ ur ex or mention abt her in ur evry othr sentence as it wuld mke ur gal feel unhapy &amp; she mite think tad u saying all this bcos u r gona get bck w/ ur ex or nt intrested in her anymre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Sit on ur jealousy. All of us go thru spells of insecurity at the beginning of the relatnship, bt dnt translate tad insecurity in 2 jealousy.If u're gona go through ur partner's mail and cupboard,&amp;amp; eavesdroppng on cnversations,u know sumthng is wrong- with u! Jealousy is like a poison tad slowly spreads thru the relationship before finaly killing it.Trust ur partner; love has 2 have trust in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Keep ur commitments 2 each other. If ur partner is standing u up all the time &amp; cancelling dates and breaking promises, u need to talk! If u're in a relationship, make ur partner ur priority and don't disappoint them if u can help it. Its really terrible when some1 promises to take u to dinner,&amp;amp; then calls to cancel it. Dont mke promises u cant keep. If ur partner starts to feel that he/she is nt impt enough to u, u may jus lose him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Be honest. Honesty is not scowling at how awful she looks first thing in the morning, or telling him tad he has the biceps of a fly~! When we "bbe honest", we mean expressing your feelings when youre angry, sad or wadevr probs that youre unhappy abt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-2847312823397742562?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/2847312823397742562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=2847312823397742562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/2847312823397742562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/2847312823397742562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2007/08/1.html' title='10 ways to stay in love'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-5418778350400800520</id><published>2007-06-19T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:29:28.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arch Enemy - Nemesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='318' width='400'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/v/iQdWRC34hQ/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='318' width='400' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/v/iQdWRC34hQ/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Hail to arch enemy. 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The Scorpions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time, it needs time&lt;br /&gt;To win back your love again&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Love, only love&lt;br /&gt;Can bring back your love someday&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight, babe, I'll fight&lt;br /&gt;To win back your love again&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Love, only love&lt;br /&gt;Can break down the walls someday&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd go again&lt;br /&gt;All the way from the start&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change&lt;br /&gt;The things that killed our love&lt;br /&gt;Your pride has built a wall so strong&lt;br /&gt;That I can't get through&lt;br /&gt;Is there really no chance&lt;br /&gt;To start once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try, baby, try&lt;br /&gt;To trust in my love again&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Love, our love&lt;br /&gt;Just shouldn't be thrown away&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd go again&lt;br /&gt;All the way from the start&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change&lt;br /&gt;The things that killed our love&lt;br /&gt;Your pride has built a wall so strong&lt;br /&gt;That I can't get through&lt;br /&gt;Is there really no chance&lt;br /&gt;To start once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd go again&lt;br /&gt;All the way from the start&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change&lt;br /&gt;The things that killed our love&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've hurt your pride and I know&lt;br /&gt;What you've been through&lt;br /&gt;You should give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;This can't be the end&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving, I need your love&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-5036472560640041289?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/5036472560640041289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=5036472560640041289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/5036472560640041289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/5036472560640041289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-loving-you-scorpions.html' title='Still Loving You - 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Material temptation; sometimes obsession &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really &amp;quot;Satan&amp;quot; at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. 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regarding yeling. dont really wanna say much but some of the things can be found on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know she is quite happy with her life at the moment. just that guys are probably mistaking her actions. i didnt wanna tag about it on her blog cause i might be getting the wrong idea and end up tagging something wrong. well i know yeling and me are probably at the end of the road or should i say different part of the world. i really feel it was too short and wasted. its like i am having the determination to go on but the situation doesnt let me have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i dont know how to trust. she is the most decent girl i have ever met in my life. seriously the very 1st one. the one that i can communicate well and can talk things to. when everything seems so wonderful, it was the same time when it all crashes. i was totally lost and everything was shattered. in the end what everyone can say is "i am very sorry". if that word can solve problems, everyone will be very happy and there wont be people tearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can get this over and understand the situation i am in now. though its a torture, i will survive. no pain, no gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-116023124701708208?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/116023124701708208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=116023124701708208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/116023124701708208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/116023124701708208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/10/hate-it.html' title='Hate It!'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-115949143745379295</id><published>2006-09-29T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:05:52.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AQUARIUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is for aquarius man, =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot-hearted man who likes to do thing his way. He can suddenly decide to do&lt;br /&gt;something without thinking of it's outcome. He is the type of guy with an&lt;br /&gt;inside energizer, so if you fall in love with this type of guy be "patient",&lt;br /&gt;even if you have to follow him a bit. His creative mind could create&lt;br /&gt;fantastic idea any time. If you do not understand or can not follow him, you&lt;br /&gt;won't be with him for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man in this Zodiac will less likely to have a pale skin, and if he has a&lt;br /&gt;scar, it would be on his face or on his head. He moves very fast and very&lt;br /&gt;energetic, and he has a very self confident in himself. He is not the type&lt;br /&gt;to sit down and feel sorry or regret anything for long, especially with&lt;br /&gt;"Love". He loves justice. He dares to show his opinion or even argue about&lt;br /&gt;certain subject even he knows it might bring him problems. A straight&lt;br /&gt;forward type of guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hardly lies except if he think it is necessary and he is not a good liar&lt;br /&gt;anyway. He will not lie to you about serious matter, but if he lie he will&lt;br /&gt;lie only a small little thing. He is gifted with the ability to be a very&lt;br /&gt;social person. He could talk even about subject that he has no knowledge of.&lt;br /&gt;He interests only at the present time and look at the world positively. Many&lt;br /&gt;times he feels hurt because of reality, but he will not run away and he will&lt;br /&gt;overcome that difficulty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even he is a high and self confident type and center his own thought as a&lt;br /&gt;main focus, but at the same time he is a kind, cute and polite guy. He&lt;br /&gt;certainly is not a mean person. He likes to help people who are in troubles&lt;br /&gt;even he is not asked to. He is the type who feels sorry if you remember bad&lt;br /&gt;things he said to you that he had already forgotten,but you did not. Belief&lt;br /&gt;him that he is very sorry and give him another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he decides to do something, he will put all his mind and energy in it&lt;br /&gt;either in his "Work", or "Love". He is the type who gamble anything in the&lt;br /&gt;casino, so do not even take him there. He does not like pessimistic, low&lt;br /&gt;energy, and depress person, especially no brain. Strangely he like to&lt;br /&gt;overpowered this type of people to assure that he is more superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He like to be the first person to do something. You can see sparkling in his&lt;br /&gt;eyes, once he meet a new target or new lover. Once he is in love, he will&lt;br /&gt;act as if he never has love like this before. This minute he could be real&lt;br /&gt;sugar sweet, and later he could also be an icy cold, but do not blame him&lt;br /&gt;for that will only chase him away. He could fall in love again with another&lt;br /&gt;girl and act again like he never has this kind of love before.He could&lt;br /&gt;really love someone, but not a heart broken type for he thinks love is&lt;br /&gt;"excitement" and "Love goes on".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you date this kind of guy, do not or avoid showing your face to him with&lt;br /&gt;face pack, face mask, always be presentable, nice and cute. If he is quiet&lt;br /&gt;not because he is shy, but he is only quietly thinking. If you have a chance&lt;br /&gt;to ask his X-girlfriend, she will tell you that he is not a shy or quiet&lt;br /&gt;type. If he is really and truly in love with you, he will never lie to you&lt;br /&gt;at all. How do you know if he loves you, bet on your faith! Love him and&lt;br /&gt;treat him steadily and do not try to find anything to argue with him, he&lt;br /&gt;will be with you for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are his lover or girlfriend and need to tell him something, go and&lt;br /&gt;say it out loud and straight forward because he hate long boring story. He&lt;br /&gt;hate to play games, chasing for love or being chased, so let him call you&lt;br /&gt;first. He likes a confident woman who also a good follower. If he gets mad&lt;br /&gt;at you, let him be for only a short time he will be normal again. You have&lt;br /&gt;to like and be able to get along with his friends, but he does not have to&lt;br /&gt;do so with all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever think you could make him jealous by flirting with other man, he&lt;br /&gt;will just leave instead of making a scene because he is a confident man and&lt;br /&gt;has to be the first in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and this is for aquarius woman, =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in love with a woman in this zodiac be prepared to be very happy&lt;br /&gt;or be very sorry. She is a very busy person with her own matters similar to&lt;br /&gt;a guy in this zodiac. She is able to live by herself without any guy in her&lt;br /&gt;life, a very strong person indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because she does not have a dream guy, but if she can not find such&lt;br /&gt;person, so what. Because she thinks she could do anything that a man can do.&lt;br /&gt;She is a leader , a real confident type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to do things by herself, such as serving herself, opening the door&lt;br /&gt;herself. Because she thinks waiting for a helping hand is a waste of time,&lt;br /&gt;and she is not patient enough to wait around for that. If she starts to ask&lt;br /&gt;you out, do not think she starts to flirt with you, but because she thinks&lt;br /&gt;it is a waste of time to wait for you to be the one who asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes a COOL guy who sometime act like he is ignoring her, so he has a&lt;br /&gt;chance to show him his own confident. She like to guess her man's reaction,&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time she likes to has many men wanting her. She is a daring&lt;br /&gt;type who could just do thing differently from other people in her same&lt;br /&gt;society. She dare to fight for what she thinks belonged to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even she acts confident she mostly feel lonely and alone. If she breaks up&lt;br /&gt;with someone , she won't show any emotion even deep down inside pain and&lt;br /&gt;agony. Not for long she will come back to be the cheery and merry person&lt;br /&gt;again, because she looks at the world positively and has "Faith" in the word&lt;br /&gt;"Love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has more men friends than women friends, so do not be a jealous type if&lt;br /&gt;you date her. She could be slightly jealous, but she hates jealous guy. She&lt;br /&gt;loves "Freedom" so before and after marriage , her freedom has to be the&lt;br /&gt;same. She likes you to trust her, even if she does not trust you anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to be the one who is "Right", so if you argue with her , let her&lt;br /&gt;win if it is not a big deal for you in that subject. She is a straight&lt;br /&gt;forward type, so if she does not love you anymore, she will just tell you&lt;br /&gt;straight to your face. Her love and relationship are always real, so if she&lt;br /&gt;say "It's over" be prepare to leave, she is not testing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not a vulnerable type, so do not have to worry about her, she will&lt;br /&gt;survive by herself. If she is with you when you get sick, she will certainly&lt;br /&gt;take care and look after you, even look after you mean "small loan". Do not&lt;br /&gt;have secret with her, she hates it and really can piss her badly. When she&lt;br /&gt;is sad , be understanding. When she is happy, be happy with her, she likes&lt;br /&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not get bore with this type of girl. Someone who is close to her&lt;br /&gt;will know that deep down beneath that confident and cold hearted person, she&lt;br /&gt;is just as fragile as any woman. She is a fun and talkative person and she&lt;br /&gt;likes to tease you. Do not let she talk alone, if you do she will leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has many type of jobs because she beliefs what a man can do, I can do.&lt;br /&gt;If you want her to work for you, forget it. When she is in love, she will&lt;br /&gt;just leave her job in the day time just to come to see you, but not for long&lt;br /&gt;she will go back to work seriously again. Prepare to live and love with a&lt;br /&gt;"Working Woman" then you will be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she mad, find a shelter for the "Hurricane" is here! Her bad temper will&lt;br /&gt;last very shortly though. She is not a revenge type and will not think of&lt;br /&gt;"pay Back" time. Most people might think of her as "One of a guy", but in&lt;br /&gt;fact she is a 100% woman. She is easily hurt, so be nice with her. If she&lt;br /&gt;really loves you, then you are lucky because she is an honest, truthful and&lt;br /&gt;will never bored you. Understand that sometimes she will be over confident&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes like to have power or act bossy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-115949143745379295?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/115949143745379295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=115949143745379295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115949143745379295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115949143745379295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/09/aquarius.html' title='AQUARIUS'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-115944592033946828</id><published>2006-09-28T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:19:29.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hossan Leong in parliament</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/myqyKZsknmw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/myqyKZsknmw" 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parliament'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-115897171238338702</id><published>2006-09-23T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:35:12.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Within You'll Remain</title><content type='html'>Facing the world with an empty heart&lt;br /&gt;I could disappear into the dark&lt;br /&gt;But you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Who could make my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;My dear it's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're not around my heart stood still&lt;br /&gt;Within you'll remain&lt;br /&gt;And always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illusions say there is another man&lt;br /&gt;Who would interfere into my plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;More than I ever did anyone&lt;br /&gt;I never felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;We could be two lovers from the past&lt;br /&gt;And the future is our chance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-115897171238338702?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/115897171238338702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=115897171238338702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115897171238338702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115897171238338702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/09/within-youll-remain.html' title='Within You&apos;ll Remain'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-115894935838898727</id><published>2006-09-23T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T02:22:38.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks make a difference</title><content type='html'>i can feel things aint going right. people say absence makes the heart fonder, but in my case i dont agree with it. i can the distance now. from something to abit and soon will it go to nothing? everyday in my mind i am telling myself she is the one but what is happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant get anything out neither can i force an answer out. only time can tell. i wonder if ye ling still take me as someone she might consider being with or just a normal friend. i know about the troubles she is going through but i cant do anything about it but to respect her decision. only thing i can say she is really decent and nice. she used to tell me how guys broke her heart. she was once someone who loved her bf alot. now its totally different. sometimes i asked myself, why does she have to put herself and me into a situation where both will end up suffering. why did she start it? why did i agree to it? why? why? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of things changed. communication between us decreased tremendously. for 2 weeks i received less then 10 sms from her only after i msged a few times. waited for her to msg me but no she didnt msg me. when i come back, i just felt so empty. if everything she said before i went into that 2 weeks of hell is true, i am totally fine with it. the thing now is, what being said and what is done doesnt match each other. i am like back to square one. why is it like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, she is saying that at the point of time what she said is true. does it mean now its not true anymore? i really dunno. if she wanna stay single, fine. as for me i will focus on my ns. 36 days passed and i think its about to stop. taking everything that happened as a lesson once again. well congrats to whoever the lucky guy will be out there. all the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-115894935838898727?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/115894935838898727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=115894935838898727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115894935838898727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115894935838898727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/09/2-weeks-make-difference.html' title='2 weeks make a difference'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-115768257739308240</id><published>2006-09-08T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:30:34.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It ain't right</title><content type='html'>nowadays everything seems so wrong. everything is going the opposite direction where you want it to head. i felt like a total stranger. i am lost. now the only thing on my mind is that 2 yrs of green life. everything is green. words sometimes speaks louder than actions. it just few sentences and now i dont feel the special feeling anymore. its gone. i now feel really total stranger towards ** ****. i dont know what to do. i lost the drive to spark a conversation or should i say i dont know what to say anymore. its totally different now. so damn different. i dont know how to explain this, it came naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last few hours of my last day. i cant even spend time with who i wanna be. tomorrow its even worst. i think i am going in alone. i am like some superhero by the name of isolated man. people will have their family and gfs, but me alone. lol. i should not have started all this and now i am stuck again. AGAIN. STUCK. maybe its just not the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-115768257739308240?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/115768257739308240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=115768257739308240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115768257739308240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115768257739308240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-aint-right.html' title='It ain&apos;t right'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-115744236367081095</id><published>2006-09-05T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:46:03.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It does suck</title><content type='html'>it has been quite some time i blogged. recently lots of thngs happen. rayhan's dad passed away. it was supposed to be the day we celebrate yc's n jeremy's bday as well as me going in ns soon. it all happened so suddenly that we all were shocked. On the same day itself, ye ling suddenly got out of her mind or something and starts saying things i didnt wanna hear. From that day till now, everything seems to go the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its confusing its disappointing. i dunno how should i put it. sometimes things that should not happen, happen so fast and caused you to change direction of where you are heading. in 4 more days, my life will change and i think it will affect me the most. when you are in there, your body doesnt rest enough and your brains wont stop working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how it will end, good or bad. i seriously dunno. whatever it is right now i just want 2 yrs to finish. i want to get out of ns life and back to normal me. i will miss everything and i hope that someone brings a guitar into camp. have to make do with acoustic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-115744236367081095?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/115744236367081095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=115744236367081095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115744236367081095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115744236367081095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-does-suck.html' title='It does suck'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-115667094145361862</id><published>2006-08-27T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T17:29:01.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap</title><content type='html'>crap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-115667094145361862?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/115667094145361862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=115667094145361862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115667094145361862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115667094145361862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/08/crap.html' title='crap'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-115631591092476097</id><published>2006-08-23T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:51:50.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This True? I hope its true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two Aquarians make a superbly oblique and delightful partnership. You admire and like each other, being particularly fond of each other's sense of humour. Each of you is involved in a wide variety of projects and friendships and you can easily share each other's interests. This partnership is sexually uninhibited - that's if you can both actually remember that sex is on the agenda! Sex is an important part of a healthy relationship, but since you both tend to be rather experimental and detached about matters of the emotions, you can get a bit clinical about such things. However, the two of you can be great friends and, in many ways, a friendship with sex marks your ideal relationship. Being idealistic and enthusiastic about life, the two of you can break new ground, both in intellectual and sexual wizardry. As a couple, the two of you can form a real mutual admiration society. Unconventional Aquarius is ruled by a strange mixture of responsible Saturn and devil-may-care Uranus. Emotional intimacy may take a while to develop, but then, that's not really what either of you are really about, is it? With so many outside activities going, you are likely to be apart as much as you are together and that's fine with both of you, for jealousy is not one of your vices. It's hard to find anything to quarrel about, since you agree about just about everything. Both of you are much more rational than emotional, so can look down the path and see a structured future together, complete with interesting side-tracks and lengthy pauses at interesting lakes of external stimulation. Each of you loves to be independent, but there aren't many conflicts between you, because you both understand this about each other. Your love won't be as deep as a well, but it will draw water. Just remember, as long as you can communicate your happiness about the relationship, you will not stumble over any bumps in the road. Inventive, progressive, attracted to the new and unusual, you are sexually suited and share wide-ranging interests. A great combination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-115631591092476097?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/115631591092476097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=115631591092476097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115631591092476097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115631591092476097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-this-true-i-hope-its-true.html' title='Is This True? I hope its true.'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-115626736235780831</id><published>2006-08-23T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T01:26:48.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNTITLED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its was so near yet so far. my love for you was true. i hope we can work it through. i had mixed feelings and i have doubts. i have everything going the wrong way. it was you who made my day. all i wanted was you at this very moment. but things ain't so easy. instead of being happy, i think i am goin crazy. why is it everytime i am landed in this situation. that caused problems in starting a conversation. what had i done to have this curse on me? why cant the guy in heaven open up his eyes and see? all i need is you. i am not all u need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-115626736235780831?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/115626736235780831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=115626736235780831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115626736235780831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115626736235780831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/08/untitled.html' title='UNTITLED'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-115580654370994404</id><published>2006-08-17T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T17:22:23.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLICK CLICK CLICK</title><content type='html'>watched CLICK at yishun yesterday with Ye Ling. quite a nice show for family as well as friends. storyline predictable. the ending is damn common and it actually spoils the show. after you watch it you will know what i am. moving on Ye Ling looks nice in real life. she is like complaining how chubby she is when i find her more like a bamboo. i wonder why every girl wanna be like victoria beckham. lol. is it a new trend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, she went off to study and i went to joseph's (my guitar teacher) house. he was fixing someone else's input jack on the guitar. saw his dad walking out from the room in only his underwear by accident. MAN IT WAS AWFUL. AWWWWWWWWWWWWW. Had LJS for dinner. just cant resist the temptation of the 3 piece hot n spicy chicken man, cheap and POWER. went home after that and grinded on my guitar for 2 hrs straight. cant wait to really play. everytime i watch any gig or performance i feel the urge to play. well i think i have to practice for another 2 years. AIMING TO PLAY LEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats about it. YAWNZ. so tired. -_- zzzzzzzZZZZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-115580654370994404?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/115580654370994404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=115580654370994404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115580654370994404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115580654370994404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/08/click-click-click.html' title='CLICK CLICK CLICK'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-115546362620754579</id><published>2006-08-13T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:25:59.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IS SHE THE ONE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1292/2277/1600/11082006196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="230" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1292/2277/320/11082006196.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1292/2277/1600/P1030188.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1292/2277/320/P1030188.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well well well.......how do you all think about her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah to add on. Her name is Tan Ye Ling, 17. Currently taking Business Management at NYP. Smart business woman. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not to miss out she is one big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Crazy girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And this is my pretty boy photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1292/2277/1600/DSC03381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1292/2277/320/DSC03381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so pretty isn't it. haha. everyone is saying i am gay. i feel i am a drag queen in this picture only&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without a wig&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-115546362620754579?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/115546362620754579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=115546362620754579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115546362620754579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115546362620754579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-she-one.html' title='IS SHE THE ONE?'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-115466397721345435</id><published>2006-08-04T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T12:01:14.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I BOUGHT IT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;finally i bought my guitar. though it cost quite alot for some1 like me but its something really power. actually i am not pro in guitar yet. i can only play 1 very simple song. lol. i hope this guitar will help me improve faster. really can't wait to play some songs. i cant wait......the urge to play is killing me. i want to play thrash metal. ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-115466397721345435?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/115466397721345435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=115466397721345435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115466397721345435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115466397721345435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-bought-it.html' title='I BOUGHT IT!!'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-115440813919128258</id><published>2006-08-01T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:02:40.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW GUITAR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;after playing guitar for so long on my friend's old guitar. he finally said that guitar is failing and asked me to get a new one for myself. After looking through several models, i have decided to buy this guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celebrityrockstarguitars.com/rock/king_files/bcrkkv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="170" alt="" src="http://www.celebrityrockstarguitars.com/rock/king_files/bcrkkv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kerry King Signature KKV Guitar w/o Floyd Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;isn't it brutal? i am very excited to hold it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-115440813919128258?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/115440813919128258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=115440813919128258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115440813919128258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115440813919128258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-new-guitar.html' title='MY NEW GUITAR!!'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-115388878678230384</id><published>2006-07-26T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T12:39:46.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time since i written anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hi i am back. have to say sry to geri who is waiting for &lt;strong&gt;THE LIST. &lt;/strong&gt;been working hard to crack my brain. 101 ways is not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways celebrated geri's bady at sentosa recently. hope she loves it. she is the only 1 with that t-shirt haha. special. super bunny t-shirt. it was a wonderful night, but the only thing is &lt;strong&gt;LEE CHAO LAN&lt;/strong&gt; is not with us. &lt;strong&gt;T.T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't really know wat to post about. my daily life is like a routine. wake up, go work, come home eat dinner, play game or chat online and of course going to sleep. i am starting to really miss poly life alot. the time we spend during camp. the time we skip lessons together. too many to mention. i really miss poly life alot alot. been thinking back how much fun and laughter we had as a group. the scolding yc gave us. the warning letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well all i can say its just like u been through a wonderful relationship and then 1 day you just lose it. i will never forget the days of my poly life. made fantastic friends. i don't know why but i am just repeating how much i miss my poly life. crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 more month before i turn into a real man. YEAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-115388878678230384?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/115388878678230384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=115388878678230384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115388878678230384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115388878678230384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/07/long-time-since-i-written-anything.html' title='long time since i written anything'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-115042512185373841</id><published>2006-06-16T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T10:32:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nong Nong Ago Nong Nong Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;once upon a time, nong nong ago, there was a bunch of crazy lawless people. the group had 8 members. they had a wonderful time together creating chaos everyway they go. one day, a mishap struck 3 of them. NS. national service people call it. its a deadly disease that makes every single living man suffer and their hair will nv be long. it will take 2 years to fully recover from this disease. MAC, RAJ and YC got hit first. the rest are safe for time being. soon it will be JEREMY's, NICK's and RAYHAN's. slowly 1 by 1 the 8 strong man will soon get that disease. mine will be the last. well it might be good at the same time as they can share how painful it is or how enjoyable it is to have that disease. i am slowly waiting for it to strike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MAC)&lt;br /&gt;ok lah quite good arh. slack lor. [ can even call me to ask about world cup. thus, i think he shud not be suffering much from that disease. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(RAJ)&lt;br /&gt;nv heard anything from him yet. [ the most egoistic man in the group. havnt seen any lady in red for him.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YC)&lt;br /&gt;totally no news. [ most probably reporting to secret agent BUNNY. other then that no news of him being leaked. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well hope this 3 can withstand the torture the disease is giving them. i dont think they will see this? lol. as for the rest of us, good luck and may the force be with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to finish this hell disease cause some1 is out there waiting for me to get her laid. HAHA. HAHA. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid korea win. crap man i hope they lose to france. hell to korea. GO GO JAPAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-115042512185373841?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/115042512185373841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=115042512185373841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115042512185373841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/115042512185373841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/06/nong-nong-ago-nong-nong-ago.html' title='Nong Nong Ago Nong Nong Ago'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114767125745556188</id><published>2006-05-15T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:34:17.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN IT WAS COOL</title><content type='html'>Well went for a jamming session with joseph's band, FROZEN SCYTHE. it was damn cool. every1 in the band is godly. for my case, i was abit so called shy because its my 1st time there. well they are a bunch of crazy people especially joseph and the drummer kaze(pronounced as case). they played a few songs which i love it alot. thrash metal. found out that the drummer is into thrash metal too. cant believe it man. the 1st girl i know who loves thrash. the rest love black metal and punk. had fun with them lots. the drummer ask me to join their band as vox, i am kinda thinking it through. allright enough of the band thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with my mum they all cause it is mothers' day. its was fun lah. my lil bro n sis damn naughty, once start playing they cant stop. until uncle vicent had to stop them and scold them. haha good life they have. if they were in my family i tell u they will kill themselves. mervin asked me to help him create a maplestory account. i told him if he gets band 1 for all the subjects then i will create for him. fair trade isn't it? no 1 is there to push them since birth so i will do the job. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great day. damn great. FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114767125745556188?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114767125745556188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114767125745556188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114767125745556188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114767125745556188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/05/damn-it-was-cool.html' title='DAMN IT WAS COOL'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114613063239764011</id><published>2006-04-27T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T17:37:12.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am BACK!</title><content type='html'>well have not been updating for sometime. kinda lazy but since now i am at work, i might as well make use of this time to blog about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playin maple recently...dont know why this time can last so long. haha already level 34 going strong... my determination is still there. lol. alot of things happened recently. well makes me really feel down sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOC finished and i really miss that 3 days. especially the last night. The blasting of techno in a room of sleeping mentors, screaming into room with sleeping mentors and of cause the most thrilling part. PLAYING CATCHING WITH RAJ!! i can tell u in my 3 yrs of poly life that was the best part of it. although it was the best but it was also the last. i dont think we can actually come again to work together. after ns, everyone will have his path to go. some will work some will study and maybe some gets shotgun marriages. well all i can say is.....i miss my poly life alot alot alot...i have never in my life miss something so much that it affects me. it is like u love this girl so much and you both are having a perfect relationship then one day you all just break up for no reason. YOU CAN CRY OUT MAN! well a man has to grow old. i can only remember the good memories with my friends in poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok moving on. i find girls nowadays really fucked up. not all but a number of them. bitches i should say or should i say cheap and slutty? where has their brain go to? into their ass?&lt;br /&gt;to them bfs are just like some1 u can rely on when you need to get banged. after banging maybe just come up with lame reasons to break off. i am not targetting anyone but i just wanna say out what i observed. girl with bf still can meet her ex alone at her house. come on, what the fuck is that? think about it girls. if you think your pussy isnt worth alot, please add value to it, be a PROSTITUTE. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114613063239764011?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114613063239764011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114613063239764011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114613063239764011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114613063239764011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-back.html' title='I am BACK!'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114477716784390009</id><published>2006-04-12T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T01:39:27.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After so long</title><content type='html'>Well nick's bday just passed. Had a wonderful time together and took a few drinks. Felt abit high but wasn't what I wanted. Anyways thx bro for treating us the drinks. Hope you will remember this 21st bday with us. lol. Of course there are things that doesn't turn out the way it is, but you still have to move on and don't think so much. Think on the bright side. She doesn't pick up your call doesn't mean she is avoiding. Maybe she is really sick and needs rest. There are 2 ways out. 1 go after her do your best. 2 give up totally. If u really feel so much for her, just go ahead. It takes 1 person to fail to succeed in life. no1 will succeed 100% all the time. This is what I think. Maybe I am not at the stage to actually comment but I just say what I really feel. What it comes to something you really wanna do, give in your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, well it doesn't really matter if I have a gf now or I am single. I know I am goin in ns soon. Maybe after ns I will then decide to look for a girl. Nowadays Jessica is like lookin for me to go out and stuffs. I don't really know what will happen. At this point of time, all I can say is I don't really wanna care so much. I do still have feelings but not to the extend I want her badly. In her case, we are just like good friends. That's something good though. It helps me to focus on what I am doing now and not like thinkin of her everyday. There is a line in between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETC mentor training camp finished a blink of an eye. I missed the haunted house most. To me though it is a simple and plain haunted house but we managed to scare people. I am really excited when the haunted house is fully decorated. The effort everyone put in just makes it stand out from the rest of the stations. I really missed the haunted house. No longer there but in our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope 19-21 will be the days where I will start to miss my school tremendously. Never in my life will I enjoy this kind of life anymore. The enthusiasm and the youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop here. Kinda tired after the bday gathering or rather party. Thx for the drinks again nick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114477716784390009?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114477716784390009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114477716784390009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114477716784390009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114477716784390009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/04/after-so-long.html' title='After so long'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114308073679443121</id><published>2006-03-23T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:25:36.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired tired very tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;went down to ang mo kio nursing home for two days to take care of my grandma. stoned inside for 13 hrs straight, looking at the walls, the old ladies abd the clock. wake up 7 am in there at 8. that place is like prison....all you do is sit,eat and sleep, nothing else. if lucky i can actually go to the tv section and watch some chinese cock show. lol. though is boring but i noticed this girl opposite where my grandma is located. she comes everyday to take care of his dad i think. not bad looking and figure wise not bad too. not skinny not fat....those kind which is just nice. never really get to talk to her cause i am afraid she is another underage girl....dont really know. to what i see more likely poly year one. well enough of the nursing home going to puke cause of it. i can bet if anyone were to stay in and not move around for 1 week.....you will go crazy man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha cant wait for the chalet to come. i managed to ask geraldine along and hope she does come. lol. i think she is gonna scream looking at 1 bunch of crazy guys....lol. uhmmmm thats all i am looking forward to. will history repeats itself i dunno. &lt;strong&gt;THE MASS VOMITING!! &lt;/strong&gt;i wanna make sure if raj drink this time.....must make him drunk. i cant imagine how he will look like when he is drunk. EGO MAN. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;confirm next day he give excuses if he vomit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well thats about it....will post again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*i miss ya girl*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114308073679443121?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114308073679443121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114308073679443121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114308073679443121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114308073679443121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/03/tired-tired-very-tired.html' title='tired tired very tired'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114277290165358112</id><published>2006-03-19T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:55:01.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well well well</title><content type='html'>haha now everything is settled. feel really great. got some useless stuffs out of my mind and replaced those space with impt stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma still cant come home yet cause she cant walk at all. as long as her feet touches the ground she feel pain. i was wondering how is she going to survive at home when there are so many steps in the house. even going to the toilet is a difficult task for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalet coming. val was supposed to come but now this kind of things happened. lol. i go alone now i guess unless there is someone who wanna come with me. happy to actually get over everything so fast this time. maybe cos i am slowly getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehm not much to wite about. ytd was fun though, the party. yc ended up like those clowns u hire for parties. entertaining all the small kids. lol. well hope u guys enjoyed the party. oh yah not to miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIN MING IS NOW OFFICIALLY DECLARED AN ADULT. HE CAN NOW DO ANYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114277290165358112?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114277290165358112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114277290165358112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114277290165358112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114277290165358112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-well-well_19.html' title='well well well'/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114242782415158016</id><published>2006-03-15T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:03:44.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never again. I'll slit my throat with the knife I pulled out of my spine. Maybe when you find out that I'm dead, you'll realize what you did to me. And if my lungs still let me breathe, would you be there for me? If I can make myself believe, I'll give you back what you took away. No, I won't let it go. Douse myself in gasoline. So don't save me when you come into the fire. I'd rather die than have to see your smile. You made me swear. I can't sleep. Realize all these things that you took from me. Smash my heart into dust. Suffocate my mind. Tear at me from inside. Smash apart what you created. How can I ever stop you from crushing my soul? It was yours to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to make the light shine for you. The sun has left my sky. Velvet walls surround my sorrows. I've sacrificed my pride. You're giving up on me. I've laid myself to sleep tonight. I know you've played out everything in your mind. And now you throw it all away. A shattered memory that you would stay, through thick and thin with me. You're giving up on me. And when you feel the pain, I'm wishing I could stay. How can I say I love you back, you never made me happy. You've laid yourself to sleep, I never said this wouldn't hurt. You gave up everything; I never said I'd give it back. I know you'll never change; I won't be good enough for you. I know, you'll make it through, I'll never be around to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114242782415158016?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114242782415158016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114242782415158016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114242782415158016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114242782415158016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/03/never-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114214333151099501</id><published>2006-03-12T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:02:11.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;allright time to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;afternoon met mac, yc and geri to visit NUS and SMU. checked out some courses that might interest me and let me further my studies. stayed with them till around 6+ where i went to marina bay for steamboat. saw a number of people i knew besides the group i am with. ate all the way till around 10+. the steamboat is cheap and not bad. maybe 1 day i should get my own friends and slack there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok leaving marina bay we made our way back to marina square. as there wasnt much to do i went to arcade to play a few rounds of &lt;strong&gt;INITIAL D. &lt;/strong&gt;got bored after that, watched people play &lt;strong&gt;KOF.&lt;/strong&gt; then came val and the whole bunch of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;watched a midnight show with val and friends. we watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DATE MOVIE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;freaking crazy and funny. though its a short movie but u will laugh throughout. the movie made fun of alot of other movies and people. for example, owen wilson and of course the famous &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. poor michael once again got whacked in the movie trying to hook up with a lil boy. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;after that, went over to esplanade to slack. val brought &lt;strong&gt;CORDON BLEU&lt;/strong&gt;, so we just drink lor. haha of course after that time of training by &lt;strong&gt;MAC&lt;/strong&gt;, i was one of the few who wasnt high at all. 1 shouted suddenly, 1 started singing and 1 stood on the stretch of stone bench. started to talk of maple and other stupid things. kinda crappy. walked with &lt;strong&gt;MELVIN&lt;/strong&gt; who gave up on himself course he thinks no1 acknowledge him. he was once bad went to jail and the whole family hated him. every1 cursed and sweared at him for tarnishing the family name. what i can do is to tell him what options he have right now even though i am not really good myself. the rest of the guys only know how to take advantage of &lt;strong&gt;VAL&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;all i can say is i already did all i can whether they all wanna listen dont want to listen i dont know. all i know right now is i am going army and i wont forget my poly group of friends. they are those who made me what i am today. thanks &lt;strong&gt;nick&lt;/strong&gt; for influencing me to listen to sentimental songs and i am loving it. thank &lt;strong&gt;mac&lt;/strong&gt; for teaching me some of the bad stuffs or else i will still be a dumbfuck. thanks &lt;strong&gt;yc&lt;/strong&gt; for slogging everytime to make our lives easier and helping us in our projects. of course not forgetting &lt;strong&gt;raj&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;jeremy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;rayhan&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;amir&lt;/strong&gt;. without them we wont be laughing all the time. its all the dumbfuck things they do that actually got us together. well i just hope even after we got our own family, we still go out as a bunch of crazy adults. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok thats about it. gonna meet my clique for the IT SHOW. all the best to &lt;strong&gt;NICK&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ROY&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;AMIR&lt;/strong&gt; for their supp paper. if you all need any help look for us, we will be there. i want my group of buddies to graduate together. As for &lt;strong&gt;CHIN MING&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;AMIR&lt;/strong&gt;, dont worry, study hard. you two can do it. well till the next time i blog....stay tuned. *damn cold*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114214333151099501?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114214333151099501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114214333151099501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114214333151099501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114214333151099501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/03/allright-time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114192413556124589</id><published>2006-03-10T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T01:08:55.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well well. today accompanied melvin to hospital to check out his spine and did a blood test. nothing much wor. read her blog, but dont really like wat she blogged. i cant rly do much can i? haha. gonna just keep my mind clear..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114192413556124589?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114192413556124589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114192413556124589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114192413556124589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114192413556124589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114161511242274484</id><published>2006-03-06T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T11:18:32.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok a few days nv post. now at work so might as well take the time to blog. things happened and of course people get irritated as weel as upset. as for me i didnt really bother about it. all i care now is my friends, her and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to say but i think we are like drifting apart. no longer that close? i can feel my importance to her decreasing over time. i dunt know what to do and i am confused. mayeb she wants to take this r/s slowly.  i cant do much about it. just hope to talk to her like what we did before we actually u know break up.  i really dont know what she wants. whether to love or not to love. haha. all i can say is that time will tell and i will just sit down do what i have to do. she just give the feeling that she loves me yet holding back. well cant do much really about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it bah. haha. not much to say though, or rather i cant say anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114161511242274484?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114161511242274484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114161511242274484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114161511242274484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114161511242274484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-few-days-nv-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114131787684369300</id><published>2006-03-03T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T00:44:36.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok nth much happened in the past 24 hrs. watched big momma's house 2 with my friends. quite funny show but lacks storyline. overall i give it a 2.5/5. relaxing show. A show you all can watch with friends. laugh out loud and remove all the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehm thats all about it. wasnt rly happy about my day. tired plus alot of things making me feel shitty. the movie was like not helping at all. send her home after that. was kinda feeling happy at the moment but once i step home everything change. lol. fuck up shit. dun really wanna care about it. cant be bothered. wanna relax and enjoy my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114131787684369300?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114131787684369300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114131787684369300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114131787684369300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114131787684369300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-nth-much-happened-in-past-24-hrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114105492576068395</id><published>2006-02-27T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:42:10.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ehm today nth really happen. except for what nick said last night. i know it was meant to be good but at that point he said it, i was totally lost. I did listen to what he said and think took some time to think about it. its not say i am thinking of that thing 24/7 and not that i am sad. it just needs time for me to go back to normal. talked to mac aout it cause he is someone who really knows me in and out, up and down. he has been with me 3 yrs and most probably got used to me being happy and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she told me she still love me and want me back, but dont push her for an answer. i am not asking anything. i am giving time. sometimes i feel whether to actually go on or not. i seriously dunno whats goin wrong. her msn nick just makes me feel so uneasy. haha. what i can say is wait and see? i am not say giving up.  if there is a chance of cause i will catch hold of it. well i am just like this. i dunno why i trust people so much. whatever it is, there is slight improvement. not much but enough to make us talk normally. anyways hope your poxy get healed faster. haha. final destination 3 will finish wor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough of that topic. kinda getting long and naggy. i just wanna say i have great bunch of brothers who actually care for me. always there when i am down and share my joy. maybe i going to work at sentosa haha.......but as usual my auntie will come and talk shit. she will say all those things that seriously i dun wanna think about. "Why cant you just find a job related to what you are studying?" "That's a lame job." "I want you to join a different organisation." "Why do you have to involve yourself in those kind of things? (refering to FOW,FOC)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats really fucked-up. cant i just do what i want for this short period of time before i go NS? am i asking too much? i know they are for my good, but if i were to follow that, i might as well be a dog. i know i am not good in studies at least i am happy with what i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm.......dun really wanna think now. just hope everyone is safe and sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114105492576068395?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114105492576068395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114105492576068395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114105492576068395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114105492576068395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/02/ehm-today-nth-really-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114087060035218360</id><published>2006-02-25T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:31:10.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok another happy day for me. even though our chapter end but doesn't mean the book has finished. it was only chapter 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to her, my baby, over the phone finally. i didnt ask to call but she told me to call. i was surprised but at the same time freeeeeeaaaaaaking happy. talked to her and she laughed. she is still not very happy but now that i realised my mistake, i will make sure she will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promised to bring her out after her chicky poxy go away. she was like asking me really? of cos its real, silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh dunno what to say. even though she talks to guys but i know she knows the limit. anyways, some guys already started to woo her after knowing we both kinda seperate. Grrrrrrr. i gonna bite those guys lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enuff of that. whatever it is i am right here waiting for you. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114087060035218360?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114087060035218360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114087060035218360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114087060035218360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114087060035218360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-another-happy-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114076269131519862</id><published>2006-02-24T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T14:31:31.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok today's post will be much earlier. i dunno wat to say but i am really happy HAPPY. i maanaged to talk to her nicely now. just like b4. even though we didnt call each other dear or darling, but i know deep in our hearts we do miss each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my girl, take your time. slowly step by step. i think all we need is to forget 11feb and change it to another date. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we can oways start afresh if given the chance. in my heart there is always a place for you for all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;take ur time, no worries, i will wait de. take care of your chicken poxy 1st...hehe. when i close my eys all i see is you. will always luv ya, my girl, my baby. anyways, i didn't open the M&amp;M yet. waiting for u to eat with me..... =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ALL I CAN SAY U BRIGHTEN UP MY DAY AFTER YOU TALKED TO ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114076269131519862?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114076269131519862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114076269131519862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114076269131519862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114076269131519862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-todays-post-will-be-much-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114068825212266966</id><published>2006-02-23T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:50:52.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>allright. finally its all over. my exams are done but i still dun have much mood to do anything. tried hard to study and luckily i could. i must be strong no matter wat. sometimes the way i say it is like so freaking easy but in fact when i am about to carry it out, i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably now is the period where she will think through about whether i am the 1 for her. i did all i can for her and from this point onwards the decision is all hers. haha. i have no say though. people who are reading this maybe u can do me a favour by not asking her so much qns. i myself actually pulled through the heartache part. now all i need is the ans she is gonna give me. ppl ask me how long she is gonna take i am not sure. for me as long as the ans is a nice ans no matter how long i will oso wait, but at the meantime i tell me or should i say i force myself to accept the fact we might break off. i really have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if things go bad, my life will once be screwed up. all those nice sweet msges, the hugs, the kisses will all be gone. why did this kind of things happened? i actually though we could go on step by step. now its too late to say anything. things turn out bad all i can do is think how i can save it. i am gonna do something to it. i dun believe love is such torturing thing. if is it, i have nth to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams over but there are still things unsettled. i hope when her chicken pox are done with. we can actually meet up and talk things out. i seriously dunno treatin u that good might cause u too leave me. i seriously have no idea and now i am here thinking why i had done that. if it wasnt for me who stress u in saying i put in everything, this day wont come and we wont have to like tok to each other like strangers. it rly hurts to see u like this. thinking about every single bit and blaming urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum and godpa likes u alot compared to my ex. my frenz all say u are way better. i myself feels it too. u are rly something special. the kind of care u gave to me, the kind of happiness u gave was totally different. the love u gave to me was emotionally and not physically. if u were to read this, i shall say i still luv ya no matter wat happens. have confidence in urself. trust urself. dun blame urself. tk care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 days in counting.....haha.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114068825212266966?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114068825212266966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114068825212266966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114068825212266966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114068825212266966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/02/allright.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114061378307796347</id><published>2006-02-22T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:09:43.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shitty things do happen. sometimes when u don't expect it will just slap right into your face. what to do i am borned to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things happen so fast and its like gonna end anytime. she told me our love is fading just after 12 days. what is happening? i know its not over yet cos there is till something left. all i can do is sit and wait. i hope she doesnt leave me as i have decided to actually go with her. i dunno whats in her mind but the sudden change really made me feel hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do all those things for nothing. i wasn't even hurt when i was with her until she told me those things. NOW I AM HURT. why did all these come to me? did she found some1 better? did she wanna leave me cause just of the plain reason i am too good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dunno. i thought u said u luv me and was waiting for me to ask u as gf. now i did it and u actually wanna leave. maybe its just my bad luck i have to face all these shit. listened to songs but all was about love. why even the songs have to screw me up? tried to play game but even the game screwed up. wtf is happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i feel now is the pain in my heart. can some1 just stab me? might as well die and nv get into this kind of situation where i cant eat, slp and even think properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml's my paper and i really cant study. why did she keep on thinking she was hurting me when she didn't. nvm i shall give her the time and not push her till she gonna scream "FUCK OFF" in my face. i treated every1 just like her. there is not a single time she took me for granted. now i am extremely good becuase it just started? maybe slowly the extremely will change? i need her to be here to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl i rly miss ya and luv ya. as i said trust me i wont make u suffer. take ur time to think. hope we can start all over again. if i am too nice that chase you away, maybe i can cut down. i dun wanna push u away cos i am too nice. OH GOD, I NEED MY GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u are doubting urself cos whether u can keep up with how good i treat u. but dun worry, we can take time, go out have fun still. i know u might be thinking life is so good now and maybe u are afraid one day i will leave and all will crumble. let me just give u all the time u want. fading love can still be built back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will oways be there. tk care of ur chicken pox. hope u get well soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114061378307796347?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114061378307796347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114061378307796347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114061378307796347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114061378307796347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/02/shitty-things-do-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114031847169212773</id><published>2006-02-19T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T11:07:51.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok came home later ytd so nv really posted an entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;went to marina square ytd to watch &lt;strong&gt;The Fog&lt;/strong&gt; with my ger and some other frenz. i will rate the movie maybe a 2.5 out of 5. overall the show has alot of sudden scenes that will make u jump abit from ur sit. the story wise not rly fantastic but its watchable. the rest is up to u all to find out. i shall not reveal anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;besides that, i watched the trailer for &lt;strong&gt;Final Destination 3&lt;/strong&gt;. kinda cool though the effects. maybe can check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;send my ger home after that. reach home took a shower and then did some ip adressing while talkin to her on fone about lots of things. so now the date is moving and moving closer. left a few hrs and then i will be sitting in the cold room taking my paper. rly scary. i hope i can cope with the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;allright then, thats about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;luv ya girl. remember what i told u. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114031847169212773?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114031847169212773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114031847169212773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114031847169212773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114031847169212773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-came-home-later-ytd-so-nv-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114019798881211542</id><published>2006-02-18T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T01:39:48.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok it is like past my bday but i am goin to write on wat happened a few hrs ago. went dinner with my family and of cos my darlin. its was great, everyone had fun and laughed throughout the whole dinner. marissa was like hugging on to the crude doll i got. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing rly happened when i messed the ending part of the dinner. the ice-cream came and stupid me thought val love strawberry flavour. Thus, i tried to feed her with that flavour and she did not want to eat. i told she was shy but i was wrong. she dont like strawberry but chocolate....which i ate. i am very sry darlin for not knowing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;den here comes the best part. my mum and her bdae is like 4 days apart. both of them love chcolate flavour and i think the worst is that they might have the same thinkin too. lol. not yet done, marissa said something i cant rly control but laughed. mervin was like keep on repeating about the doll's private part when i said "don't u have one?" . ok here comes marissa saying, "mine botak head 1." the 1st thing came to my mine was that she of cos dun have a d**k and linked to the botak thingy. i was laughin even my mum was. den my mum of cos must say something back to actually cover up for her mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;then, send val home. walked her to the lift and hugged her real tite. before i went just gave her a kiss. i was happy she was happy. my whole family was happy. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it has been 1 yr since i missed some1 so badly. u know who u are. luv ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114019798881211542?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114019798881211542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114019798881211542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114019798881211542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114019798881211542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-it-is-like-past-my-bday-but-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114010738582375729</id><published>2006-02-17T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T00:29:45.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok today is my bday. nth special happened though...waiting for surprise or something to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few good wishes from my frenz. thx u all guys for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual go to school to study and bla bla bla..dont wanna really go into detail. lol. studied till around 8+ went to Macdonald to have dinner with my bunch of frenz. ate and talk shit till around 10 before we made our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired after a full day. very tired. nothing else to write about...haha. mind is blank now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114010738582375729?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114010738582375729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114010738582375729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114010738582375729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114010738582375729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-today-is-my-bday.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-114001924025429167</id><published>2006-02-15T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:00:40.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15th Feb 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing much happened today. went to school to study, managed to learn something. at least not wasting the time. DCT is now around 30% done. with the rest of the theories and term test stuffs to go through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;before i can declare DCT done. as for the other 2 subjects i have yet to even start. must buck up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;left with 4 days and i dunno if i can actually finish studying. stress up. hope now with the encouragement from my precious i can push all the way. THIS IS THE FINAL STRETCH, I DIE ALSO MUST FINISH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sry to my darling. due to what i said yesterday made u emotionally paranoid. i never really wanted that to happen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope u understand and dont think too much. i wont leave u alone. love ya allright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-114001924025429167?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/114001924025429167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=114001924025429167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114001924025429167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/114001924025429167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/02/15th-feb-2006-nothing-much-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-113993351263036575</id><published>2006-02-14T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T00:11:52.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vday Outing (14th Feb 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;today went out on an outing with my precious and a group of frenz. didn't rly wanted that way but nvm cos i was thinking we could actually sneak away to esplanade to enjoy some time together. in the end, we didn't. we stayed with the bunch of frenz all the way till 10.30 where i sent her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for a few hours i was like kinda standing like a statue staring at people playing pool. in addition, i have to tolerate some f**kers who insulted my ger. my ger who is always nice told me not to be angry. i was pissed off cos they talk s**t about val. mother *doo* *doo*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we stayed on and was tired due to boredom, of cos not excluding the time spent at school. then comes the smoking break. haha. cant rly do much though because i myself dont smoke. all i can do is watch ,watch and watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;overall it was still all right. i can remember wat she said once she opened the pressie. "OMG, its so cute!" . after listening to that i feel a sense of relief. i have to thank mac n nick as they were the ones who went and picked the pressie with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;not wat i expected but it was nice. thank u darlin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;love ya darlin. dont worry. we will have a much wonderful vday next yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-113993351263036575?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/113993351263036575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=113993351263036575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/113993351263036575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/113993351263036575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/02/vday-outing-14th-feb-2006-today-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22396380.post-113984709265931009</id><published>2006-02-14T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:11:32.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY VDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;luv my darlin so much. finally i found some1 who is so nice that she will even ask to call me. i luv ya much much.  HAPPY VDAY my ger!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;its been so long since i have this kind of feeling again. the kind of feeling where u miss some1 and have the urge to actually find time to meet her. i dunno wat to say. i just know i find myself a cute little lovely ger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;luv ya lots tk care. MISS YA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22396380-113984709265931009?l=iamowned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/feeds/113984709265931009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22396380&amp;postID=113984709265931009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/113984709265931009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22396380/posts/default/113984709265931009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamowned.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-vday-luv-my-darlin-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449717815960837382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
