<?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-6547508</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:24:48.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mY dUmPster 101</title><subtitle type='html'>"
To care about someone Is to feel them in your heart.
To think about them endlessly. And pray you'll never part.
You care about their happiness. More than they could know.
You wish them joy mixed in with love. And let your feelings show.
To care about someone. Is to give your heart away.
To trust them with your innermost thoughts.
And believe they're with you come what may.
"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>550</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-5259578565671656538</id><published>2010-09-27T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T02:04:47.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After so long since my last posting. Things has been quite unpredictable at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-5259578565671656538?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/5259578565671656538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=5259578565671656538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5259578565671656538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5259578565671656538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-so-long-since-my-last-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-6606520541912374566</id><published>2010-04-20T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:02:10.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loving in maybe one of the greatest things that took place in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess, it's time to part our ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not do any silly things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-6606520541912374566?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/6606520541912374566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=6606520541912374566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6606520541912374566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6606520541912374566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2010/04/loving-in-maybe-one-of-greatest-things.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-6603886110671597532</id><published>2010-03-25T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:54:44.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was at the crossroad where I need to make my choice. I fell for you but my heart was shattered not more than just once. I want to be with you yet I no longer have the confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you badly but we can't be together. You will never change for me. I will always cry. You will always be angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you go. The time's up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is a mistake, I will fall for it if time were to be ticking back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's bleeding. A drop at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when will it stop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-6603886110671597532?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/6603886110671597532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=6603886110671597532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6603886110671597532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6603886110671597532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-at-crossroad-where-i-need-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-5918011819644049240</id><published>2009-09-26T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:09:06.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm borken. i'm torn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my castle, my world, it starts to rain again. no thunder. still rain, just keep raining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will the sun  be out again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-5918011819644049240?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/5918011819644049240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=5918011819644049240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5918011819644049240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5918011819644049240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-borken.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-5458309769272410776</id><published>2009-09-24T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:42:55.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somethin' to tell what's wrong with my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why does my heart cry?&lt;br /&gt;Feelings I can't fight&lt;br /&gt;You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me&lt;br /&gt;And please believe me when I say I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally did something i planned two years ago. I will make it happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say I am just escaping my true feelings, but why can't i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-5458309769272410776?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/5458309769272410776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=5458309769272410776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5458309769272410776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5458309769272410776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/09/somethin-to-tell-whats-wrong-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-8055207271250808051</id><published>2009-09-21T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:12:33.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My world will be raining for a long time. How long will it stop? I really want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-8055207271250808051?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/8055207271250808051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=8055207271250808051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8055207271250808051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8055207271250808051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-world-will-be-raining-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-6396753376405041922</id><published>2009-07-19T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:55:05.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know what to say. i don't know what to feel. it's something i never experience before. it's aching inside. it's tearing inside. it's burning yet with a constant flame. &lt;br /&gt;i pray, i pray, i pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked and asked God. what's plan for me? as for now, i lost something precious to me. i am crying. i am sad. but if in exchange you'll be better than now, i'm willing to.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how long will i take to heal the pain as this is something i never experience before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time for me to place everything into another chest. lock it up and never find the key again. it's all down to the deep deep sea inside me. i'll say good-bye when i'm already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thanked God that i found you. and there's no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-6396753376405041922?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/6396753376405041922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=6396753376405041922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I don't understand anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-1285804764770687220?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/1285804764770687220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=1285804764770687220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/1285804764770687220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/1285804764770687220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-i-being-bit-too-much-of-not-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-3851827748762687209</id><published>2009-07-10T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:58:52.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At the early hours, I took out my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Reading the messages you sent long ago, I just can't help to smile.&lt;br /&gt;I felt more loved than the first time I saw them. &lt;br /&gt;Making me sure why I wanted to pledge my love to you for life.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I want to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hurt each other without realizing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we not fight anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-3851827748762687209?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/3851827748762687209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=3851827748762687209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3851827748762687209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3851827748762687209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-early-hours-i-took-out-my-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-8715270429393271203</id><published>2009-07-08T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:19:25.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate to be at home when everyone's having fun outside. but what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just like an angry kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate it. totally fuckingly hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-8715270429393271203?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/8715270429393271203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=8715270429393271203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8715270429393271203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8715270429393271203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-to-be-at-home-when-everyones.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-725983734662792476</id><published>2009-07-07T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:25:31.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's painful. it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling the rainy weather inside me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-725983734662792476?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/725983734662792476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=725983734662792476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/725983734662792476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/725983734662792476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-painful.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-3175343378787633915</id><published>2009-07-06T05:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T05:14:11.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i'm all alone, your blanket is my only comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder, do we feel the same for each other?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-3175343378787633915?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/3175343378787633915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=3175343378787633915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3175343378787633915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3175343378787633915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-im-all-alone-your-blanket-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-9033690808502148760</id><published>2009-06-27T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:38:59.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking at the photos and status of my friends, I can't help but to feel jealous. Although the eco's not doing very well, they managed to get some cash to travel around nearby countries (HongKong, Macau, BangKok, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one of my friend is a fan of lomo/toy camera. Saw all the cool photos he and his girl took during their trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's darn random... but whenever i look at the photos, super sianz .5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some bad dreams... oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness feels the world today as pop icon Micheal Jackson departed after heart attack from what i read from online entertainment news. I am no big fan of his but I love some of his songs. During secondary school, ShuQi, Pansy and I will just sing 'Heal the world' together. Just plain fun and enjoyment. In my life, I get to see famous people leave the world. As what my friend quoted, people like, Princess Diana, Mother Theresa, Micheal Jackson and etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ, your music and works will be always here in the hearts of many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Of7bHuV0wg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Of7bHuV0wg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&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/6547508-9033690808502148760?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/9033690808502148760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=9033690808502148760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/9033690808502148760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/9033690808502148760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/06/looking-at-photos-and-status-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-5094696135198147009</id><published>2009-06-22T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:58:25.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feelin' a little lost in somethin' i crave for most of the time. A little of romance, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm a sucker for that. Any sweet coated words that comes from the heart will easily make my knees go weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't want someone special to you (or maybe anyone) to shower you with a daily dosage of romance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want while someone's doing this to you, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss the motivation for receiving and making gifts for someone special!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-5094696135198147009?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/5094696135198147009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=5094696135198147009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5094696135198147009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5094696135198147009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/06/feelin-little-lost-in-somethin-i-crave.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-746599110482001167</id><published>2009-06-18T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:23:19.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;When &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Disney Princesses&lt;/span&gt; comes to the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Real World&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://172.31.254.244/photos.jpgmag.comm/584144_13649_72c2b1c3f0_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 332px;" src="http://172.31.254.244/photos.jpgmag.comm/584144_13649_72c2b1c3f0_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was doing my regular blog surfing a while ago, I stumbled to this site which amazed me with the interesting shots this young mother has taken. It's pretty awesome for her to actually to think about how's things like if the famous Disney Princesses were to be living in our Real World. And to make it more interesting, shots were taken to show it to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://172.31.254.241/photos.jpgmag.comm/1731096_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 294px;" src="http://172.31.254.241/photos.jpgmag.comm/1731096_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With all the tasty food, no wonder little reddie can't resist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://172.31.254.243/photos.jpgmag.comm/645759_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 278px;" src="http://172.31.254.243/photos.jpgmag.comm/645759_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snow white didn't see this coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://172.31.254.243/photos.jpgmag.comm/929032_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 295px;" src="http://172.31.254.243/photos.jpgmag.comm/929032_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, it's still gold and long but it's not on the head after the chemo treatment for cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://172.31.254.244/photos.jpgmag.comm/584153_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 276px;" src="http://172.31.254.244/photos.jpgmag.comm/584153_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enough of cleaning up? have a drink!&lt;/span&gt; and where's the mices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://172.31.254.243/photos.jpgmag.comm/1731108_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 504px;" src="http://172.31.254.243/photos.jpgmag.comm/1731108_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're beautiful, no matter what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://172.31.254.243/photos.jpgmag.comm/1731105_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 271px;" src="http://172.31.254.243/photos.jpgmag.comm/1731105_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is sorta my favourite! Jasmine's like the GI Jane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://172.31.254.243/photos.jpgmag.comm/1731102_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 278px;" src="http://172.31.254.243/photos.jpgmag.comm/1731102_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, there's no tower but nursing home for the old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to that man!&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://www.jpgmag.com/stories/11918&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-746599110482001167?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/746599110482001167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=746599110482001167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/746599110482001167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/746599110482001167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-disney-princesses-comes-to-real.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-4066251981971834726</id><published>2009-06-15T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:15:07.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bus Riding Etiquette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a beautiful Sunday evening, my Love and I decided to head down to Vivo City for some errands(collected Clinque free trial kit from HerWorld Mag) and dinner at Mache with my Love. Alright, I should just skip the part on our evening night out and jump straight to the Bus Riding Trip I had on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda expected, it's soooooo pack inside! Gosh... I think half of the bus' riders were from other countries. On usual days, I cool with standing on the bus during 'going home' hours but some things just turn me off completely. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case No.1&lt;br /&gt;There was this lady carrying her baby (soooooo cute, looked like cabbage patch kid!) in the packed bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://172.31.254.242/www.cabbagepatchkids.comm/home-page/images/PAL-Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://172.31.254.242/www.cabbagepatchkids.comm/home-page/images/PAL-Kids.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;image taken from http://www.cabbagepatchkids.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No one from what I saw, actually give up the seat for her! OMG! Pls lo, what if the driver make an emgerancy stop?&lt;br /&gt;Thank goody-ness, there was this big built guy standing beside her to let her fall on if that mishap happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case No.2&lt;br /&gt;I moved in after a few people alighted. A pregnant woman came on board. This time, she's practically near to people who were seated. And guess what! No one give up their seats for her! Alright, maybe the people who were seated were tired after a day's outing but isn't it a common gesture to give up your seat to someone who needs it more than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed bus.Pregnant Woman standing.Doesn't seems nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case No.3&lt;br /&gt;To keep things short.&lt;br /&gt;Alighting time.Someone couldn't wait to get down. But on my right side, people made the first move to alight before the people on my left side. Left side ppl couldn't wait and signalled me to let them down. I simply asked them to wait for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they have eyes? Can't they just wait for awhile? Seriously no offence, but was everyone only care for themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if everyone just spare a little more thought for others, maybe the world will be better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-4066251981971834726?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/4066251981971834726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=4066251981971834726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/4066251981971834726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/4066251981971834726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/06/bus-riding-etiquette-on-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-3732712980893668271</id><published>2009-06-13T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:18:52.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>knowing the whole deal really suck at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know should I be angry or sad when you don't want to tell me. I know I shouldn't have seen what I saw but I was wondering what was going on between two of you. It was maybe a mistake to see somethings. I can't put my finger to reason it out with my mind, why should I be angry about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to live in my own world, thinking that what I see is what's going on. But the real world tells me no. I am confused. I saw what I shouldn't have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you what I want. Yes, I am cool with other suggestion but you didn't tell me what was the final outcome till the end. To claim that I was the one who organized the event after a mishap, I was a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you still wanted some time to read, so I went to do some cleaning up. Next thing I know, you're saying I am taking my own sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they're late, there's nothing wrong. But thinking back, you'll scold the shit outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was upset that I didn't get what I want. I thought you wanted it too but it was too lame for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nature is what makes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comment and expression, lights up the flame on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me what wrong  am I made of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I reason out with you or should I just act as nothing has happened?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-3732712980893668271?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/3732712980893668271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=3732712980893668271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3732712980893668271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3732712980893668271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/06/knowing-whole-deal-really-suck-at-times.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-1697779944605667886</id><published>2009-05-30T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:25:26.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Although it's just 3 days, I hate the fact that i don't get to see everyday like we used to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he's busy with work and at this moment, he's running Adidas SunDown. I am so afraid he'll be killing his own body. Tmr Deardear going to celebrate my birthday with me but I am pretty sure he'll be tired. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday to me seems meaningless now. But i gotta stay positive despite the fact it will be more off a normal outting than a celebration i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Huisan gave me a birthday dinner last Thursday. 2 btl of white and a hardly touched e35. Kinda broke down due to some emotion eruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog more again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-1697779944605667886?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/1697779944605667886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=1697779944605667886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/1697779944605667886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/1697779944605667886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/05/although-its-just-3-days-i-hate-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-3407607319548035793</id><published>2009-05-28T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:48:51.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wasn't able to sleep well last night. The thought of his wellness was in my mind, just like a train stopped at the track. Was worried that something bad happened to his body. I prayed almost every second, wishing that he'll be ok. With every text he sent, I called to check on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things doesn't ended up good. I made him upset over my own stubborness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shakened once again. I was shivering. I was going crazy. Voices going on in my head. So much bad thoughts was in my mind. I was looking down from 16th story while on the phone with him. I can't react too much. My mum was at home. I didn't want her to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love him alot. So much that I want every picture I saw in my future to be filled with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, everything's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose him. I need to fight for what I love. I will do everything even beyond my means for someone I love and for you, the one I'm spending my future with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-3407607319548035793?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/3407607319548035793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=3407607319548035793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3407607319548035793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3407607319548035793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/05/wasnt-able-to-sleep-well-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-8266810958359850772</id><published>2009-05-26T02:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T02:43:59.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339833830715371106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/Shrmk89nLmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fmO3cqZNMBU/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;will this be &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; as you promised? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-8266810958359850772?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/8266810958359850772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=8266810958359850772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8266810958359850772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8266810958359850772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you.html' title='I love you..'/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/Shrmk89nLmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fmO3cqZNMBU/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-576901774107834349</id><published>2008-11-20T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:27:26.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A silent greeting...</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you. You'll always be on my prayer's list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-576901774107834349?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/576901774107834349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=576901774107834349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/576901774107834349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/576901774107834349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2008/11/silent-greeting.html' title='A silent greeting...'/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-4744284387872290545</id><published>2008-11-20T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:47:27.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a night makes me thinks about alot of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful play time and company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case Closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-4744284387872290545?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/4744284387872290545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=4744284387872290545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/4744284387872290545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/4744284387872290545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-night-makes-me-thinks-about-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-5120313728108104113</id><published>2008-11-18T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:19:48.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need another alternative</title><content type='html'>With the spray, newspapers and parts of the frame, tadaaaa, it's not a total success. From LEDs setting, I have to modify it to glow in the dark ink to form the sparkling diamonds that heaven blessed us with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the picture in my mind, it's beautiful. In real-time, erm... kinda hard to achieve since what i have wasn't right. I just gotta twist my idea to suit the present situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crosing my fingers that you can say, 'I like it. Thank you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the so-called missing in action, wonder if you will give me a ring this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-5120313728108104113?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/5120313728108104113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=5120313728108104113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5120313728108104113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5120313728108104113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2008/11/need-another-alternative.html' title='Need another alternative'/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-3407984199477583770</id><published>2008-11-17T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:58:50.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a while i guess... alot of events has passed... &lt;br /&gt;moved on from the bank to the swim school. thinking that even a paycut won't hurt that much but kinda suffered even more. it just added to my experience in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in the bank was like an environment, well enclosed and challenges ranged from 1 to the max. Pay was wonderful, co-workers was sweet, boss was understanding...etc.. Senior and boss would always be there for you, working hand in hand like a family. KTV sessions, dinner gatherings and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in the swim school, everything from ground zero! gotta clean and setup my own work station. Alot of hands on. There wasn't any on job training. Everything was on the spot. Crying was common when I was frustrated because I do not have an answer. There was no one to actually guide me unlike when I was in the bank. Even when I left the place, I heard news that I was been fired due to my sloppiness. Pretty upset and disappointed after so much I have gave to this company and my job. With this job, I saw and experienced office politics. Man, I had to be caught in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am happily unemployed but of couse I can't remain like this for the rest of my life unless I met someone who can provide me lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charged as gulity on toxicating my body with alcohol. Alot of drinking and partying as well. And I did enjoyed myself in some. E.g. Mambo with the sl*ts, wine with Sue and him, as well as meeting up with my childhood friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on gonna meet up with Victor who just came back from Taiwan, Chin and maybe Missy Ming Sui. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-3407984199477583770?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/3407984199477583770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=3407984199477583770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3407984199477583770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3407984199477583770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-while-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-456796295712322718</id><published>2008-07-12T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:27:37.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been awhile... it's been some time... just want to be one with...&lt;br /&gt;sink in... like a quick sand.. why is the missing slow and painful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-456796295712322718?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/456796295712322718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=456796295712322718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/456796295712322718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/456796295712322718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-3753719265125017434</id><published>2008-05-04T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:23:09.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess i choose to give up on us....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-3753719265125017434?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/3753719265125017434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=3753719265125017434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3753719265125017434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3753719265125017434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-guess-i-choose-to-give-up-on-us.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-9097434886802889976</id><published>2008-04-04T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:37:40.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the boy who cried wolf... yup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a kinda bad eye infection and the doctor gave me 3 days of mc. i was surprised about it in the beginning but kinda think abt it... today's the 3rd day of the infection and my right eye's still pretty red with the vessels surfacing on it. it itch like crazy and i can't rub it like i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i will be heading back to work tmlo. gonna get a session with my boss that's for sure! im feeling kinda bad that one just left the place, there won't be any replacement at work and i got this stupid infection making it worse in manpower shortage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, in the beginning the thought about leaving was there. now, maybe a little but im really working my butt trying to do the very best at work. im so afraid tat i'll be so emotionally on the 1 to 1 session that i'll cry and who knows what rubbish will come out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll just say i'll quit. maybe i'll just remain quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im not the apple in her eyes. so what's the point of staying if im not appreciated?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's His way to tell me that there's better things out there for me to explore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think no one's gonna back me up at work. who wants to destroy their rice bowl rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n' i gotta talk to him about us. there's so much uncertain about us. based on my point of view, seems like i'm the only one in this r/s. i admit that the effort i placed in wasn't that much compared to the past but i did tried. there's hipcups right now, im giving him time to breathe and look for me when he's ready. i love myself more than i love anyone else. i just couldn't help but pity myself for going through these. just couldn't help but feel that my concern seems to be nothing to him. i'll nv understand if he doesn't speak to me. im looking forward for this coming weekend to know all the answer to my doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-9097434886802889976?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/9097434886802889976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=9097434886802889976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/9097434886802889976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/9097434886802889976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2008/04/boy-who-cried-wolf.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-8427834355655482092</id><published>2008-03-25T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:40:30.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One good way to chase the PMS blues away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hot shower topped with lotion all over you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-8427834355655482092?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/8427834355655482092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=8427834355655482092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8427834355655482092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8427834355655482092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-good-way-to-chase-pms-blues-away.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-7372000836418681771</id><published>2008-03-09T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:55:58.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the more pain im having, the more i realized how much i placed it... is it a must to endure it in order to realize it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, having another the emo times again... should really jump it out and dump it around man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-7372000836418681771?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/7372000836418681771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=7372000836418681771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7372000836418681771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7372000836418681771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-pain-im-having-more-i-realized-how.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-4676441275269524263</id><published>2008-03-02T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:49:34.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is he the one send from above?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-4676441275269524263?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/4676441275269524263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=4676441275269524263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/4676441275269524263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/4676441275269524263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-he-one-send-from-above.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-6824419331609120721</id><published>2008-01-23T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:25:17.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i could feel the walls are coming down on me. how long can i actually hold it up? for once i guess i'm playing a role of others. a role that something i don't get to play. it's a new thing for me. allowing the past to be the present assuming the same thing will happen over and over again. simply like a broken record that never stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been very tired lately. maybe it's the time of the month again. at times, i question the lord why am i born in this body, this role in the society. yes, i'll be alot happier to be someone else than now. i can feel every inch of fatigue creeping onto my skin, every opening, every pore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slashing, bleeding, burning and lastly dying. the clay mask is gonna break one day i guess. bringing every piece down. faling from a tall tall building to an endless pit. being sucked into a black hole. when it gets nearer, i'm losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything will be gone. to another place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-6824419331609120721?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/6824419331609120721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=6824419331609120721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6824419331609120721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6824419331609120721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-could-feel-walls-are-coming-down-on.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-7815489705505362144</id><published>2008-01-05T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:18:19.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i juz want to share it with you...but it seems like u're leaving....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-7815489705505362144?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/7815489705505362144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=7815489705505362144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7815489705505362144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7815489705505362144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-juz-want-to-share-it-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-3618414147931700246</id><published>2008-01-02T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T03:00:37.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all, i would like to wish everybody a wonderful, sexy n' wild brand new 2008!&lt;br /&gt;As usual, msg came rushing in from my friends... thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007, was an interesting year for me. Overseas trips to Malaysia, China. Celebrating my 21st. Breakups. Meeting my 1st Amercian Friend (Yes! That's my Sammy BOY!) Getting my very 1st Job since Graduation (Yes, I'm still working in the same line!). Getting My always wanted Ipod (still pretty much in love with it!). Meeting another friend for life (Yes, Miss Soh HuiShan!). Earning enough to actually enjoy abit of retail therapy. Taking part in stress at work. Meeting interesting people. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's the stars are having fun during year end. There seems to be abit of love in the air during this season. Or is it lust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, it's 3am now. Gotta wake up for work later. running off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding someone that's so fcuking comfortable with, i'll not let it slip through my arms again! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-3618414147931700246?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/3618414147931700246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=3618414147931700246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3618414147931700246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3618414147931700246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-of-all-i-would-like-to-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-6516111492060446186</id><published>2007-12-19T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:03:57.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it hard to believe there's two side of me... the evil twin and the little angel...&lt;br /&gt;it was tested and proven they exist in me... maybe that's why there's always me, myself and i...&lt;br /&gt;who is which i got no idea...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more photos from my A.F Collection!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R2ibPlrT8mI/AAAAAAAAAE4/esxBOqkiG80/s1600-h/DSC04062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533266384908898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R2ibPlrT8mI/AAAAAAAAAE4/esxBOqkiG80/s320/DSC04062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R2ibPlrT8nI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8dKofj-0HMA/s1600-h/DSC04090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533266384908914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R2ibPlrT8nI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8dKofj-0HMA/s320/DSC04090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R2ibP1rT8oI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wEEBhumENUI/s1600-h/DSC04122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533270679876226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R2ibP1rT8oI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wEEBhumENUI/s320/DSC04122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R2ibQFrT8pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QngyAYNcop8/s1600-h/DSC04174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533274974843538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R2ibQFrT8pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QngyAYNcop8/s320/DSC04174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R2ibQFrT8qI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XomcUewRIXA/s1600-h/DSC04164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533274974843554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R2ibQFrT8qI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XomcUewRIXA/s320/DSC04164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;more to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-6516111492060446186?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/6516111492060446186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=6516111492060446186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6516111492060446186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6516111492060446186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-hard-to-believe-theres-two-side-of.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R2ibPlrT8mI/AAAAAAAAAE4/esxBOqkiG80/s72-c/DSC04062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-1656113856366474852</id><published>2007-12-11T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:03:58.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R15ANplmVZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_M-sjOwf2x8/s1600-h/Mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142618427749717394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R15ANplmVZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_M-sjOwf2x8/s320/Mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R15ANplmVaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Iidt9iwjuUQ/s1600-h/slippers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142618427749717410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R15ANplmVaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Iidt9iwjuUQ/s320/slippers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R15AN5lmVbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BkMy55aWXpY/s1600-h/txt+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142618432044684722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R15AN5lmVbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BkMy55aWXpY/s320/txt+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R15AOJlmVcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HCdFsZIj810/s1600-h/DSC04133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142618436339652034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R15AOJlmVcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HCdFsZIj810/s320/DSC04133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R15AOJlmVdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JQhQbnKKzIk/s1600-h/DSC04108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142618436339652050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R15AOJlmVdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JQhQbnKKzIk/s320/DSC04108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;more to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-1656113856366474852?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/1656113856366474852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=1656113856366474852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/1656113856366474852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/1656113856366474852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/R15ANplmVZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_M-sjOwf2x8/s72-c/Mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-8641932429601908880</id><published>2007-11-19T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:36:14.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a cold monday.&lt;br /&gt;a cooling one.&lt;br /&gt;just nice to hide under the covers.&lt;br /&gt;a bonus,&lt;br /&gt;your warmth over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-8641932429601908880?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-4655982474323003428</id><published>2007-10-30T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:18:22.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for once the girl's out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing the photographs of friends who's so beautiful, i can't help but wish to be like them. beauty is in the eye of beholder. but so far i don't feel that's true for now. why am i feeling jealous with this superfical random act? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i down know what's wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate this feeling man,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-4655982474323003428?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-7366130634553396807</id><published>2007-10-08T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T02:01:35.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rough tide at work. bringing my moral down, near to the pit. Kami-sama, please help me endure through this man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to find which course should i take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to decide where to go for this coming short holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying very hard just for myself. i'm afraid i might just collapse one day. the worse is yet to come. my nose has been bleed on and off these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum said i placed too much stress on myself. but if i don't, i would just simply quit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need a break to search...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-7366130634553396807?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/7366130634553396807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/no_reservations/noreservations_posterbig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to my company, i managed to catch this movie and of course it was wonderful to spend that evening with my beloved babi chop, mai. but there's a tiny problem, our seats was taken by some unreasonable and angry b*tch. she even sorta ordered us to just get the empty seats by the side as 'everyone' want to watch the movie. well if it's not occupied, i have nothing to say but my colleagues n' her another 2 friends was having the empty seats! so the picture was, there's only 4 empty seats but there's me, mai, my colleague and her 2 other friends. her poor friend went sitting alone on the next row. can't the b*tch speak in a nicer tone or realised that she's in the wrong seat in the first place?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are just simply unreasonable. knowing their wrong, instead of being sorry about it, they turned the table around making them the victims! well, what comes around, goes around b*tch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice catching up with my beloved junior. so much bitching and updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;babi chop, i really hope u get what u want ya! plz dun forget abt me when u're rich n' famous!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! i'm having a few days off the nxt coming week. so if you wanna chill, give me a ring ring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-7956114340635441147?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/7956114340635441147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=7956114340635441147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7956114340635441147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7956114340635441147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-thanks-to-my-company-i-managed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-6498959152020477728</id><published>2007-09-16T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:23:18.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;there's something i misses. really misses. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can i have what i lost return back to me again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-6498959152020477728?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/6498959152020477728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=6498959152020477728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6498959152020477728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6498959152020477728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/09/theres-something-i-misses.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-8023250375693771560</id><published>2007-09-14T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:35:39.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Way You Look At Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Bautista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one ever saw me like you do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the things that I could add up to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never knew just what a smile was worth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But your eyes say everything without a single word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Coz there's something in the way you look at me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd never know what you see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there's something in the way you look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If I could freeze the moment in my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be the second that you touch your lips to mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd like to stop the clock make time stand still &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coz baby this is just the way I always wanna feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Coz there's something in the way you look at me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd never know what you see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there's something in the way you look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't know how or why &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel different in your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I know is that it happens everytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Coz there's something in the way you look at me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd never know what you see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there's something in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way you look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-8023250375693771560?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/8023250375693771560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=8023250375693771560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8023250375693771560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8023250375693771560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/09/way-you-look-at-me-christian-bautista.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-3344032710809486686</id><published>2007-09-07T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:04:04.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;so many changes. finding the missing piece. when will that experience come again or maybe never. the path to what i want, seem clear yet misleading.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msg to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ms Pearl&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you gonna tie your string soon to mR. stevie, i really hope everything will go smooth in your new chapter. moreover, you're the first among my close friends to really, you know, ROM. God knows what i'm gonna give you for your wedding gifts. and yah, i'm kinda lazy to update my blog. getting the emo shit outta me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so drained with work most of the time. God knows why i still misses some people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-3344032710809486686?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/3344032710809486686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=3344032710809486686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3344032710809486686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3344032710809486686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-many-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-6888720815062113865</id><published>2007-08-09T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T20:24:15.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which path should i take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arts &amp; Entertainment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that's similar to my diploma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time of the year again. It's Singapore's Birthday. A young nation with more exciting challenges coming our way. With the world largest water front stage, lotsa fireworks, etc etc... Seriously, i'm glad that i'm born here. Apart from the wonderful tropical weather (jeez, i would love to see snow.), as a Singaporean, we are being well provided. Education, Clean water from the tap, don't have to worry much about walking late at night, clean environment and many many more. Well some people may not like it and can't wait to get out of SG, it's just too bad then. U can't change your roots ya! Let's just be contented with what we have thus every little good thing will be a beautiful bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flu medication is working on me soon. getting abit light headed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for a special someone to come into my life (maybe again!). Wonder what my life will be like in the future. Hope that i'll be able to do things that i love rather than slogging my life in the workforce. Where i am now is just a secure ground before jumping to my real destination. Project Jasmine's Dream is currently on the go. Sit and hold tight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-6888720815062113865?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/6888720815062113865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=6888720815062113865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6888720815062113865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6888720815062113865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/08/which-path-should-i-take-arts.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-7459296413125084422</id><published>2007-08-08T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:17:59.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know what i want. it seems like working in this line may not be what i want after all. with all the dreams and hopes that i planned for myself seems distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone light up my path?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-7459296413125084422?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/7459296413125084422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=7459296413125084422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7459296413125084422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7459296413125084422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-know-what-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-331992094621627812</id><published>2007-07-21T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:03:59.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looking at the photographs, many things just came back once again from a place far far away. the time that once spent, only serve as memories that carries with me till my death. empty. that's something will always come back after the lost. is it me or i just have to continue searching what's the purpose of things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drained with work. life's pretty interesting with masks everywhere. people are nice, but how real is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying my best to stretch my experience at least for a year before i do anything else again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up with me lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work.home.sleep.dating and hanging around with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad that someone who's pretty cool (i just met him like a few mths ago.) is about to leave this sunny island. maybe it's a rebounce in the beginning but i'm glad i took the first move in the beginning. if not, i wouldn't know much about this culture and things from another world different from mine. brought him to arab st. last saturday and thank goodness that he enjoyed himself. just a few photographs of us below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RqDncfWv1iI/AAAAAAAAADw/k5UGz1N1PiE/s1600-h/Sam+n+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089322055567922722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RqDncfWv1iI/AAAAAAAAADw/k5UGz1N1PiE/s320/Sam+n+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RqDncvWv1jI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iZWz9OVEGqc/s1600-h/DSC03839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089322059862890034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RqDncvWv1jI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iZWz9OVEGqc/s320/DSC03839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RqDnc_Wv1kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qufpId2xcwI/s1600-h/Sam+n+Me3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089322064157857346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RqDnc_Wv1kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qufpId2xcwI/s320/Sam+n+Me3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RqDnc_Wv1lI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5qNdDCT68hI/s1600-h/DSC03850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089322064157857362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RqDnc_Wv1lI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5qNdDCT68hI/s320/DSC03850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-331992094621627812?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/331992094621627812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=331992094621627812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/331992094621627812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/331992094621627812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/07/looking-at-photographs-many-things-just.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RqDncfWv1iI/AAAAAAAAADw/k5UGz1N1PiE/s72-c/Sam+n+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-7135512387975966568</id><published>2007-07-04T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:20:19.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Totally in love with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://elliottback.com/wp/wp-content/_video-ipod-lost.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so long of waiting for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.apple.com/ipod/images/specsmeasurements20060912.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Family, my dearest 30G Black Ipod Video! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-7135512387975966568?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/7135512387975966568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=7135512387975966568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7135512387975966568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7135512387975966568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/07/totally-in-love-with-after-so-long-of.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-339184842894172123</id><published>2007-06-20T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:04:00.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Graduation 101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngM7cF-NzI/AAAAAAAAADI/MjRXEjiXWQg/s1600-h/Grad.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077822795153291058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngM7cF-NzI/AAAAAAAAADI/MjRXEjiXWQg/s320/Grad.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngM78F-N0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/5gUHtf-tV3g/s1600-h/CIMG1049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077822803743225666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngM78F-N0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/5gUHtf-tV3g/s320/CIMG1049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngM8cF-N1I/AAAAAAAAADY/TYWuL2hEWRA/s1600-h/CIMG1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077822812333160274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngM8cF-N1I/AAAAAAAAADY/TYWuL2hEWRA/s320/CIMG1077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngM8sF-N2I/AAAAAAAAADg/NNVh5joc8gE/s1600-h/CIMG1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077822816628127586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngM8sF-N2I/AAAAAAAAADg/NNVh5joc8gE/s320/CIMG1083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngM9MF-N3I/AAAAAAAAADo/Pex6A9x5Fzs/s1600-h/CIMG1082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077822825218062194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngM9MF-N3I/AAAAAAAAADo/Pex6A9x5Fzs/s320/CIMG1082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-339184842894172123?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/339184842894172123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=339184842894172123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/339184842894172123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/339184842894172123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/06/graduation-101.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngM7cF-NzI/AAAAAAAAADI/MjRXEjiXWQg/s72-c/Grad.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-6096816377735439319</id><published>2007-06-20T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:04:01.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Post Birthday Picture No.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ray and Yen met me up again to celebrate my birthday with me after training. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thanks man! With Good Dinner and too full to finish the strawberry cake you guys bought for me. Thanks to Yen's insistance, if not there wouldn't be photo for me to post it up here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngH68F-NuI/AAAAAAAAACg/jVft3Il7Qgo/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077817289005217506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngH68F-NuI/AAAAAAAAACg/jVft3Il7Qgo/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ray n' i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngH7cF-NvI/AAAAAAAAACo/-6hG1DyqEwY/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077817297595152114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngH7cF-NvI/AAAAAAAAACo/-6hG1DyqEwY/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yen n' i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngH8sF-NwI/AAAAAAAAACw/iBIztGleFC8/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077817319069988610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngH8sF-NwI/AAAAAAAAACw/iBIztGleFC8/s320/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i'm gonna blow them out!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngH-MF-NxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/W5vRJIqEBvM/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077817344839792402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngH-MF-NxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/W5vRJIqEBvM/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm good enough to help u 'dig' ur 'gold'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngH-cF-NyI/AAAAAAAAADA/A0YMIuuD07Q/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077817349134759714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngH-cF-NyI/AAAAAAAAADA/A0YMIuuD07Q/s320/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-6096816377735439319?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/6096816377735439319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=6096816377735439319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6096816377735439319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6096816377735439319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/06/post-birthday-picture-no_20.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngH68F-NuI/AAAAAAAAACg/jVft3Il7Qgo/s72-c/Picture+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-8110649889843953023</id><published>2007-06-20T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:04:01.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Post Birthday Picture No.1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngFd8F-NrI/AAAAAAAAACI/YTXkjb2FjYs/s1600-h/cherries+blossom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077814591765755570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngFd8F-NrI/AAAAAAAAACI/YTXkjb2FjYs/s320/cherries+blossom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngFhMF-NsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XTIrL3JcnZg/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077814647600330434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngFhMF-NsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XTIrL3JcnZg/s320/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngFhsF-NtI/AAAAAAAAACY/pNfmjaRydh4/s1600-h/TSMB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077814656190265042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngFhsF-NtI/AAAAAAAAACY/pNfmjaRydh4/s320/TSMB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-8110649889843953023?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/8110649889843953023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=8110649889843953023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8110649889843953023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8110649889843953023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/06/post-birthday-picture-no.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RngFd8F-NrI/AAAAAAAAACI/YTXkjb2FjYs/s72-c/cherries+blossom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-828632895565411900</id><published>2007-06-09T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:59:59.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Dreaming of blood, represents life, love, and passion as well as disappointments. If you see the word "blood" written, then it may refer to some situation in your life that is permanent and cannot be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming that you are bleeding or losing blood means that you are suffering from exhaustion or that you are feeling emotionally drained. It may also denote bitter confrontations between you and your friends. Your past actions has come back to haunt you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women often dream of blood or of someone bleeding shortly before or during their periods and when they are pregnant. Dreaming that something is written in blood, represents the energy you have put into a project. You have invested so much effort into something that you are not willing to give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming that you are drinking blood indicates that you have a fresh burst of vitality and power."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.hyperdictionary.com"&gt;hyperDictionary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-828632895565411900?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/828632895565411900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=828632895565411900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/828632895565411900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/828632895565411900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/06/dreaming-of-blood-represents-life-love.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-7920791495910072656</id><published>2007-06-01T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T03:06:44.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the time of the year again. Yup, but this year ain't the same. Every action that takes place have to do with deep consideration now. Yes, i'm finally 21 this year. God knows why the first thing i start feeling was moody, down, lonely and etc. maybe woke up at the wrong time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later's BBQ, hopefully everything will be fine. Hopefully everyone will have fun and enjoy themselves. I just keep worrying things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the feeling will be gone soon. Gonna burn CDs for bbq later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-7920791495910072656?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/7920791495910072656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=7920791495910072656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7920791495910072656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7920791495910072656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-8951110551895686588</id><published>2007-05-25T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T03:37:49.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lost the flower that i used to have. i miss the smell and touch. i made myself to believe that it's just another flower. but it mean something more than that. i saw another plant in a fair. i like the smell as it seems so familar. reminding me of an old touch. i quickly bid it down before i lost my chance. on another ocassion, i saw another one. a new touch. a new smell. a new approach. a small bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've three small plants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want one that i'll shower my love to and brighten up my days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-8951110551895686588?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/8951110551895686588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=8951110551895686588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8951110551895686588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8951110551895686588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-lost-flower-that-i-used-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-4240790419478276714</id><published>2007-05-17T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T02:31:27.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the feeling of loneliness kinda back. all alone in my dark room. temperature dropping. only light from my laptop. listening to ken hirai's songs. the feeling that was once lost. everything becomes slow.i see alot of things in my mind. i wish for a longer night. Or just a longer of this feeling. i feel as i m in the night of urban city. with the cold on the outside. walking on the quiet street with the lamp post telling me where i m going. i don't know why i m feeling this way. i just feel empty. i need to be filled. i just want to find one corner and think. think about anything and everything. only night with music can leads me to what i m feeling. something warm me from within yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-4240790419478276714?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/4240790419478276714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=4240790419478276714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/4240790419478276714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/4240790419478276714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/05/feeling-of-loneliness-kinda-back.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-7757577279939673335</id><published>2007-05-07T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T17:54:46.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/turnon/index.jsp?testname=turnonogt&amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="115" alt="Take this test at Tickle" src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/turnon/images/romantic_s.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Romantic Gesture turns you on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there, sweet thing! In affairs of the heart, your pulse pounds at the tender and enchanting moments. While you may not have it all mapped out just yet, the fairytale ending is what you're after and romantic gestures are a sure way to give you butterflies.It might be sweet notes, a bubble bath for two, a surprise getaway to your favorite B&amp;amp;B, or even just an extra spin around the block listening to your favorite love song. Whatever it is, romantic moments (and the thoughts behind them) turn you on. Sure, brains are important, a sense of humor is attractive, and you never said there was anything wrong with sexy underthings, but it's how your partner expresses their feelings for you that really lights your fire. How romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/turnon/index.jsp?testname=turnonogt&amp;amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;What Turns You On?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-7757577279939673335?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/7757577279939673335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=7757577279939673335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7757577279939673335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7757577279939673335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/05/take-this-test-at-tickle.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-1893402157300949014</id><published>2007-05-03T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:05:29.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do i want for my 21st?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="371" src="http://www.david-boreanaz.com/albums/exclusivespecials/aaa.sized.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;David Boreanaz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, having a guy somewhere near like him will heat up my 21st in this coming june! I guess because of him, i used to had a crush on someone i know during my secondary school and eventually we became friends. Well, i guess i had a thingy with guys that's well-built and the sexy pair of eyes and not to forget about the sun bronzy skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(it's a bonus for that!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And yes, my vomiting and shitting problem is gone now! Just need to look after my diet for quite some time before the partying on saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-1893402157300949014?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/1893402157300949014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=1893402157300949014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/1893402157300949014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/1893402157300949014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-do-i-want-for-my-21st-david.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-937770060289251871</id><published>2007-05-03T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:49:12.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i vomited 3 times, shit water out from my ass, nxt, a 38 degree C fever [yes, i m still having e fever.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like crap till now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-937770060289251871?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/937770060289251871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=937770060289251871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/937770060289251871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/937770060289251871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-vomited-3-times-shit-water-out-from.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-3088613227674256393</id><published>2007-04-21T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:26:43.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i'm just a simple girl who wants to feel some love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-3088613227674256393?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/3088613227674256393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=3088613227674256393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3088613227674256393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3088613227674256393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-just-simple-girl-who-wants-to-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-1902546973452634890</id><published>2007-04-17T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:32:16.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:45%;color:#000099;"&gt;no words in the world can tell the story about the missing. the missing that you made my heart bleeds. do you know i miss you? do you care about me as you used to? difference, major issue on the headline. why am i given the sentence that i feel it's totally unfair to myself? i thought i'll be ok, i thought i'll be fine. the missing just enlarged from a hole to a black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't just sit here and feel sad. no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a simp-complexity girl who wants your love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-1902546973452634890?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/1902546973452634890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=1902546973452634890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/1902546973452634890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/1902546973452634890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-words-in-world-can-tell-story-about.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-8869226167545721410</id><published>2007-04-17T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:04:42.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm kinda pissed since i got home last night. with sudden change of arrangment and comment passed by a friend. I just couldn't stand it till i shut him up in a nicer way. "why are we discussing about this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just lose my cool when i'm all alone in my living room. i dropped tears. anger. upset. missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things don't just end with uncomfortable rest. morning came with disturbing conversation. asking me to move away back to the room. Hello? Just give me a break! You know my nature. Then why do things to piss me off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who work or know me well enough, knows i'm not just a person who will just accept things as it is. I believe in fighting for myself rather than accepting the vedict. Because i know it's ain't fair to me. Still, sometimes it's just case to case situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of losing your cool, why not just keep it chill and do something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(not just do nothing or anything!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40%;color:#000099;"&gt;Yes, we're different. I get your point. But are you sure about the real difference of my different to yours?&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/6547508-8869226167545721410?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/8869226167545721410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=8869226167545721410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8869226167545721410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/8869226167545721410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-kinda-pissed-since-i-got-home-last.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-2347665456463827215</id><published>2007-04-14T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T18:31:28.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why the pain came so late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40%;color:#000066;"&gt;i'm still learning to stop loving you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-2347665456463827215?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/2347665456463827215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=2347665456463827215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/2347665456463827215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/2347665456463827215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-pain-came-so-late-im-still-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-625502087883046891</id><published>2007-04-09T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:04:03.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;From wanna go home since the first day to I wanna stay longer in China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/Rhni6PeWJ3I/AAAAAAAAABg/2VxCj-i12v4/s1600-h/DSC03319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051317947286824818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/Rhni6PeWJ3I/AAAAAAAAABg/2VxCj-i12v4/s320/DSC03319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jiali, XiaoYuan (ZUCC), Me, Yi Jia (ZUCC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/Rhni6feWJ4I/AAAAAAAAABo/SVmu8t8IY2o/s1600-h/DSC03364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051317951581792130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/Rhni6feWJ4I/AAAAAAAAABo/SVmu8t8IY2o/s320/DSC03364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trip Session From Shanghai to Qin Dao. Nothin' much to do but gambling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/Rhni6veWJ5I/AAAAAAAAABw/s5vVhhwE6Us/s1600-h/DSC03376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051317955876759442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/Rhni6veWJ5I/AAAAAAAAABw/s5vVhhwE6Us/s320/DSC03376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the historical buildings in Qin Dao. Simply loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/Rhni7PeWJ6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PVfZvy_lDCs/s1600-h/DSC03472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051317964466694050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/Rhni7PeWJ6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PVfZvy_lDCs/s320/DSC03472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; School Visit. Will never forget their adorable face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/Rhni7feWJ7I/AAAAAAAAACA/DfKFEjHiYIA/s1600-h/DSC03494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051317968761661362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/Rhni7feWJ7I/AAAAAAAAACA/DfKFEjHiYIA/s320/DSC03494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Scandal Group. Taken at Luo Shan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-625502087883046891?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/625502087883046891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=625502087883046891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/625502087883046891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/625502087883046891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-wanna-go-home-since-first-day-to-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/Rhni6PeWJ3I/AAAAAAAAABg/2VxCj-i12v4/s72-c/DSC03319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-6139011191684242314</id><published>2007-03-23T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T02:05:19.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stress cause alot of things, including itch here and there. My skin's giving my alot of itch problem and it's kinda sudden. I don't want to touch it. Hopefully it's not skin problem or chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of blues lately, i dunno why man. Simply tired and restless at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K told me i try too hard to understand and it's going against what i feel. He said i shouldn't try but learn to understand. I'm learning. Bits by bits. I get how everything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ME vs. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i need more searching within myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;i feel i'm slowly tearing myself up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-6139011191684242314?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/6139011191684242314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=6139011191684242314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6139011191684242314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6139011191684242314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/03/stress-cause-alot-of-things-including.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-2696227234284020821</id><published>2007-03-17T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:04:03.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RfrBBRFb-DI/AAAAAAAAABE/uQiXXPsnvQs/s1600-h/DSC03103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042554960304928818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RfrBBRFb-DI/AAAAAAAAABE/uQiXXPsnvQs/s320/DSC03103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our crazy group of Y2Y trainers! Too bad can't capture all since it's a nice pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RfrBBhFb-EI/AAAAAAAAABM/SbnFoY-C768/s1600-h/DSC03075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042554964599896130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RfrBBhFb-EI/AAAAAAAAABM/SbnFoY-C768/s320/DSC03075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Crazy Group 3. Tock Seng was fast asleep when everyone's doing the IE Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RfrBBxFb-FI/AAAAAAAAABU/Pc3eLQfjh-c/s1600-h/DSC03083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042554968894863442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RfrBBxFb-FI/AAAAAAAAABU/Pc3eLQfjh-c/s320/DSC03083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And guess what, they won the IE Challenge and Overall Champion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-2696227234284020821?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/2696227234284020821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=2696227234284020821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/2696227234284020821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/2696227234284020821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RfrBBRFb-DI/AAAAAAAAABE/uQiXXPsnvQs/s72-c/DSC03103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-1144441330036254463</id><published>2007-03-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T00:34:38.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I know it's been a while since my last update about myself. all i can say, things has turn duller as each day passes. i know, i have tons of stuff coming up and within this month of March, I’ll be out of the sunny island twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hereby announce my absence, from &lt;strong&gt;11th-15th of March&lt;/strong&gt;, I’ll be heading towards one of the wonderful place to have my camp! It’s none other than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Austin Hill Golf Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Can you imagine, 2 Queen Size Beds in the room and it's still super spacious all I can say. Jeff even told me, they can do somersaults in the room! And the bathroom is like “Whoa!” 2 shower area plus 1 bath tub. If you don’t believe, just go Google it then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I won’t be really enjoying the whole resort facilities since I’m there to work as a trainer, a little of facilitating the groups, camp angel and sound crew. So gonna be pretty action-time-pack! Yahoo! At least I can see what I’m good at again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the agenda will be the China Study Trip in the &lt;strong&gt;last week of March till early April&lt;/strong&gt;. Gonna meet the university student leaders and get to study there (&lt;em&gt;I think!&lt;/em&gt;).  And it will be cold when we get there. Have to have my winter stuff ready before I freeze over there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I’ll be taking lots of photos. Maybe I should get a bigger memory for my card. Hmmm… shall see. Don’t want to get help from ******! Somehow I just dislike him man. I know he’s trying to get things done but something about him I just don’t like about it and I’m trying not to get it into my head. Need to see the goodness instead of the flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people out there reading this, please pray hard that my &lt;strong&gt;Tan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kah Kee Young Inventors Competition&lt;/strong&gt; will be a success! 2 days after my camp, I’ll be having the interview with Steven. Please let us make it and make Mr. Chia and Mr. Yong proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people, if you have any jobs, please feel free to introduce it to me. I’m in need of a stable job soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much going inside my head. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really gonna lose myself if I don't pull the string back...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-1144441330036254463?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/1144441330036254463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=1144441330036254463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/1144441330036254463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/1144441330036254463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-guys-i-know-its-been-while-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-6010928983330755889</id><published>2007-02-24T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T19:55:42.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sianz....Super Sianz...Super Duper Sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fool....Super Fool...Super Duper Fool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill...Have to Chill...Really Have TO Chill...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-6010928983330755889?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/6010928983330755889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=6010928983330755889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6010928983330755889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6010928983330755889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/02/sianz.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-7496664101426255185</id><published>2007-02-22T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T02:12:48.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am i so weak?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-7496664101426255185?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/7496664101426255185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=7496664101426255185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7496664101426255185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7496664101426255185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-am-i-so-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-7096231471917118491</id><published>2007-02-16T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:13:17.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this time round it lasted for 1/2 of a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wonders me why lately there's this sudden outblast of feelin' juz go "boom", rushing out of me. it pains me not able to describe it's roots.&lt;br /&gt;it caused warm temperture in me.&lt;br /&gt;it caused me to tears with blocked nose.&lt;br /&gt;it caused inside me to decrease in size.&lt;br /&gt;it caused somethin' missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-7096231471917118491?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/7096231471917118491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=7096231471917118491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7096231471917118491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/7096231471917118491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-time-round-it-lasted-for-12-of.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-1364416770605844615</id><published>2007-02-12T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T01:45:33.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am i feelin' that i'm slowly destroyin' everythin' around me?&lt;br /&gt;being needy and helpless makes me so low when there isn't anyone understands me.&lt;br /&gt;what the fcuk is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;i have so much to do yet i choose to dump it aside.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i need no one except myself to pick myself up.&lt;br /&gt;just when you think it's a joke, but no it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;what the fcuk is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;with all the confusin' circuit around me, seein' wires jumble up and down.&lt;br /&gt;the OS' still workin' fine from the surface with a smile to greet you.&lt;br /&gt;no one will understand even when i don't.&lt;br /&gt;one part of inner almost choose to end the system with a fall from within.&lt;br /&gt;maybe a reformating is required to solve this problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-1364416770605844615?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/1364416770605844615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=1364416770605844615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/1364416770605844615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/1364416770605844615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-am-i-feelin-that-im-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-5441800954570942091</id><published>2007-02-03T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T18:19:37.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/12Z6pWhM6TA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12Z6pWhM6TA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the girl behind that cuppycake song that melt many with "awwwwwww"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-5441800954570942091?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/5441800954570942091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=5441800954570942091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5441800954570942091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5441800954570942091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/02/thats-girl-behind-that-cuppycake-song.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-5512365730494510919</id><published>2007-01-22T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:24:49.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't believe i just deleted a post regarding superficial blogging. Wouldn't want to offend anyone. Who are we to judge them? I wonder if their parents know about how they spend their money?? Or maybe their parents allowed them to do that. hmmm... interesting huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess God is fair, eventhough they had the wealth, they may not have the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.S: this post is just solely how i see the world based on what i see and how i think. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-5512365730494510919?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/5512365730494510919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=5512365730494510919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5512365730494510919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5512365730494510919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/01/cant-believe-i-just-deleted-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-5965547084087372058</id><published>2007-01-16T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:04:03.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RavKO40pQ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/usK9VW-yap8/s1600-h/mEn%27Matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020328566754722642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RavKO40pQ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/usK9VW-yap8/s320/mEn%27Matt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess i'm really fallin' for you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-5965547084087372058?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/5965547084087372058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=5965547084087372058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5965547084087372058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/5965547084087372058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-guess-im-really-fallin-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_qR4hR_tIk/RavKO40pQ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/usK9VW-yap8/s72-c/mEn%27Matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-9156701016134796819</id><published>2007-01-11T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T01:37:15.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Straight Shooter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You've got a good mix of sass and sensitivity. Sure, sometimes he annoys you. But you do your best to finesse it with a sense of humor and the knowledge that, hey, he's only human. You know a good relationship is like 1940s movie banter -- it's all about the back and forth. Balance is key to you, and you excel at being a peacemaker and solving problems with a firm, but loving, hand. (And, let's face it -- a hand with a nice manicure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiz taken from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.ivillage.com/love/tests/kindofgirlfriend.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iVillage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-9156701016134796819?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/9156701016134796819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=9156701016134796819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/9156701016134796819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/9156701016134796819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-kind-of-girlfriend-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-3243992448915750650</id><published>2007-01-03T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:46:25.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick... all started with a flu and just hopefully i don't get a fever by tmlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to jeff for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. waitin' for my WISP to be over&lt;br /&gt;2. dinnin' with me&lt;br /&gt;3. gettin' milo from PR with me (and carry it for me)&lt;br /&gt;4. waitin' for 7pm (becoz that's the time the clinic open)&lt;br /&gt;5. walk me home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blessed with all good bros around me... and not to forgbet somebody's constant concern for today as well... although it's such a pity not be able to see him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't feel like doing anything today. Wasn't feel like schooling day to me. Maybe because of the medication, i feel bloody drowsy and tired. And the worse thing was, i had to wait for the clinic to open at 7pm. Waited for 1.5 hours but went in for 5mins! Even Jeff was shocked la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog again later... provided the energy level is enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-3243992448915750650?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/3243992448915750650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=3243992448915750650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3243992448915750650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/3243992448915750650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-6420110420861062792</id><published>2006-12-31T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T03:55:39.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's see... there's lotsa 1st time stuff i did today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...puttin' mascara on a date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...catchin' movie at VivoCity's GV MAX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...havin' &lt;em&gt;shisha&lt;/em&gt; and dinner at Arab Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...bringin' &lt;strong&gt;Matt&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;PR&lt;/strong&gt; n' &lt;strong&gt;TA&lt;/strong&gt; to one of my favourite drinkin' place, C.A.N Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...drinkin' by jugs at C.A.N Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sittin' indoor at 1st lvl of C.A.N Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...fallin' for someone by right i shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for now. &lt;em&gt;Shisha,&lt;/em&gt; i still sux at it even after receivin' coachin' from &lt;strong&gt;Matt&lt;/strong&gt; n' &lt;strong&gt;TA&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;damm, they seems like pro la, oh ya... the waiter that served us was pretty cute as well!&lt;/em&gt;). We had &lt;em&gt;RoseMint&lt;/em&gt;, n' i guess it wasn't my kinda favour. I wonder do they come in chocolate or cirtus favours???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, the food was not bad either. Had this plate of 'fried rice' with mutton i think. but it wasn't fillin' for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for the treats. N' &lt;strong&gt;Matt &lt;/strong&gt;thanks for the movie and the rest ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N' &lt;strong&gt;PR&lt;/strong&gt;, don't be so quiet la, i know u're very noisy one! so no need to act lady! wahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is comin' to an end. How time just fly by so quickly? So many things actually happened in this year. So many that i wish i had pen it down from the beginning on my book. i guess, i'll get a scapebook for nxt year! i want to write down all the happy memories i'm gonna have for the comin' wonderful year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What are the things/events/issues i'm lookin' forward in 2007?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   Spendin' the rest of the remainin' days with &lt;strong&gt;Matt&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;2.   &lt;strong&gt;TKK Competition - at least Merit Award!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3.   Strive for &lt;strong&gt;wonderful results so that i can enter local Uni&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;4.   Lookin' forward for &lt;strong&gt;Y2Y Camp at Austin Hill&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;5.   My last school study trip to China with &lt;strong&gt;Jiali &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Chin&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;strong&gt; Gettin' paid&lt;/strong&gt; for my Johnnie Walker Event!&lt;br /&gt;7.   &lt;strong&gt;Mh's&lt;/strong&gt; 21st birthday celebration trip!!&lt;br /&gt;8.   &lt;strong&gt;Mine BIG 21st!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;should i have it locally or overseas???&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;9.   &lt;strong&gt;More Money Makin' Lobangs!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;so that i can fly to somewhere...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;10. Gettin' my body in&lt;strong&gt; healthy conditions&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now... I can have it just go on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i can't believe i actually drop tears for someone who i hardly know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-6420110420861062792?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/6420110420861062792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=6420110420861062792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6420110420861062792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6420110420861062792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/12/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-6603512789899689446</id><published>2006-12-27T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T02:11:45.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things has changed. Just when i thought it will just go according to the plan, but it juz kinda side tracked... What the heck i'm talkin' about man?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up for me, let me see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mon to Tues&lt;/strong&gt; = Y2Y Bondin' Camp... Experienced alot of things... met a few interesting new blood in the new team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wed to Fri&lt;/strong&gt; = TSMB Camp...Was upset to accept the fact that our Dear Ms Tan's leavin' TSS and the tone of the main band was beautiful... All Things will come to an end one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fri and Sat nite&lt;/strong&gt; = Workin'... Saw things that i won't get to see if i didn't get the job... can't wait for the pay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Morning&lt;/strong&gt; = K Lunch with the girls... sorry i can't be with ladies after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Afternoon&lt;/strong&gt; = Attended Za's Enagement Party and Woah! she's beautiful lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Evening&lt;/strong&gt; = Movie and Dinner with Riz and his frz. Thanks for the movie! And the laughter we had at West Coast Market...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday aka Xmas&lt;/strong&gt; = Stayed at home... Kinda broke to go anywhere anyway... Someone wasn't around... Xmas wasn't the same as last year... Well, things just happened... 10% beyond our control... Was glad to receieved somone's sms in the evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tues (&lt;em&gt;which just passed!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt; = Went back to NP, to meet Mr Chia n' Mr Yong for TKK Report. At least the 1st draft is out! Lunch, with PR, Miss P.T, Jiaming, Big n' Small WeiJun, Jasmine and Aloy. Went to band world, intend to get present for Ms Tan but to our surprise, we saw her and Mr Er there. N' she teared again infront of us. My heart aches when seeing her cry. Things just happen for a reason and when we don't know, God knows... Anyway, thanks to Miss P.T for the lunch and milo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tues Evening&lt;/strong&gt; = Met up with Matt (N' yeah, girls or guys, if u're interested in him, he's out for grabs! but he's mine! haahaa...) haahaa... enough of bullshits! Had movie. No deathnote for us but night in the musume with dumb dumb and the gum gum! haahaa... Long John Silver sux just now! eeeek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange but the debate inside me just happened when something important has ben questioned. Just lost for that moment. But i'm just simply enjoyin' every moment with the special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired now, ciao... will try to have more productive entries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-6603512789899689446?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/6603512789899689446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=6603512789899689446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6603512789899689446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/6603512789899689446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/12/things-has-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-116603550211079297</id><published>2006-12-14T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:45:02.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both inside and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116603550211079297?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116603550211079297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=116603550211079297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116603550211079297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116603550211079297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-116603112174886058</id><published>2006-12-14T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T01:33:22.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DCST's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taf's Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 reports on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 camps comin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money startin' to cause an issue in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me likin' more than 1 at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seein' someone now.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;i'm still single btw!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;i'm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116603112174886058?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116603112174886058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=116603112174886058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116603112174886058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116603112174886058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/12/dcsts-over.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-116559819861564387</id><published>2006-12-09T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:16:38.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I sense the good thing yet i'm afraid. and i don't know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;feeling that thought was lost came into the picture once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;simple words trigger the mist in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but the darkness clouds over the mist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i don't know what to do, feeling helpess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116559819861564387?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116559819861564387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=116559819861564387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116559819861564387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116559819861564387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-sense-good-thing-yet-im-afraid.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-116525724934588905</id><published>2006-12-05T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T02:34:09.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Over the weekend with NAPFA on friday, RAN practical test on Saturday, here comes' my bro's birthday celebration at a very ulu spot next to SG's OCH aka Old Changi Hospital! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Had hella fun, trying to crash party to cythnia's, walking to Changi Village for some 'eye candies', listening to old time techno while me with the other 5 guys playing with pussy cat on the road. Had disgusting milo in the hawker n' long walk back to the chalet with talking shits!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4405/358/1600/579141/Jeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4405/358/320/874170/Jeff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After all the fun stuff, got a small camp fire when it's damm late with lotsa verbal shooting towards someone who i shall not name! But end of the day, all are still bloody go friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the morning, Jeff's dad got us nasi lemak from Changi Village. Wonderful 1st meal of the day! And got home shagged. But it's worth the energy and now i should slowly charge it all back since i'm having my paper in a week's time. Thank goodness it's a late afternoon paper. Thank God! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunday's date was a wonderful one as well. Met up with Matt, had movie as well as a hard time on where to eat since everywhere's bloody packed in VivoCity! Flags of our Fathers, a deep and feel kinda movie. Watch it only if your seat's position is right for you. And i do enjoy trashing words on that future lawyer. Did some sudden decision thanks to MATT. km8 is still as happening as ever as well as the beer is still kinda pricy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I do enjoy the night by the beach. Just doing nothing, listening to the waves that hit the sand and random topics towards discovery. The moon was bright up there, over shinning the stars that map a thousand tales across the time. Wishing that time would just freeze, allowing me to absorb the surrounding. Long walk at night is such a relax. Kinda having a wish to freeze the time at night. That's when silent is so beautiful with diamonds in the sky. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116525724934588905?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116525724934588905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=116525724934588905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116525724934588905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116525724934588905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/12/over-weekend-with-napfa-on-friday-ran.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-116490443150296720</id><published>2006-12-01T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T01:19:04.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta blog something i supposed! OKie... let's have some visual instead of boring text ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda late but better than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4405/358/1600/878137/ThyeAnn%20Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4405/358/320/542902/ThyeAnn%20Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think you can see it larger by clickin' it?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a combined pictures i took on that night. Not that many but i guess better than nothing right! It was quite a crazy night since band members are born crazy with fun loving attitude! Haahaaa... Had a few shots of niche, sex on the beach, beer and ice water to dilute it... Let's see who got K.O on that night, Joel, Thyeann and Mh i guess... Jeremy got himself two German guys to the table when Mark and I went back to look for them... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smoove is kinda horrible as time passes... The crowd was all the way till the corridor aka tunnel area... kinda sad since can't really dance in R n' B music... Me n' Matt went hopping around, 54, Main area abit CMI, Smoove kinda like canned stuff and the rest, didn't really explode them all. I guess there will always be a next time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last by not least, really have to thank the birthday boy for askin' me to join this party!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116490443150296720?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116490443150296720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=116490443150296720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116490443150296720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116490443150296720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/12/gotta-blog-something-i-supposed-okie.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-116431318081055515</id><published>2006-11-24T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T04:19:40.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from a spin around Singapore interesting spots! 3 guys, 1 girl with a Honda Civic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Some ulu restricted area at holland road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;n' i got mud on my foot! yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Changi village &amp;amp; OCH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the usual visit to the trans. and 1st drivin' trip at the front of Old Changi Hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Labrador Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catchin' people makin' out in the car park n' they saw us! next a long walk around&lt;br /&gt;historic sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Bukit Chandu area&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin' much till we got into catchin' another couple makin' out in car but mission failed!&lt;br /&gt;they spotted us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Devil's Bend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin' much happened except the fast drivin' at the turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Around Woking Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;saw Tanglin Trust School and it's a big campus man. A few loops around the Woking Road.&lt;br /&gt;Narrow and sometimes packed with car packin' on the road. Quite creepy surroundings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda tired now... shall blog somethin' more interesting next time but i really did enjoyed my 'road trip'! n'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kai&lt;/strong&gt; is another interestin' and crazy driver... haaaahaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vincent&lt;/strong&gt; looked damm funny/comical when directing Kai out of the ulu restricted road....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N' &lt;strong&gt;Jeff&lt;/strong&gt;, askin' me to join them n' addin' funny comments n' the tissue came into good use with the mud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116431318081055515?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116431318081055515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=116431318081055515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116431318081055515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116431318081055515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-got-back-from-spin-around.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-116427962073344281</id><published>2006-11-23T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T19:00:20.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;BEHOLD...&lt;br /&gt;The infamous Jack the Ripper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://msnbcmedia4.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/061121/061121_jackripper_vmed_4a.widec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysts try to put a face on Jack the Ripper&lt;br /&gt;Documentary depicts killer as mustachioed, balding, with bushy eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more information: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15826443/?GT1=8717 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116427962073344281?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116427962073344281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=116427962073344281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116427962073344281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116427962073344281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/11/behold.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-116426876119157358</id><published>2006-11-23T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T15:59:21.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i can finally club this coming Sat at MOS. All thanks to thyeann for inviting me to his party. I'm not trying to say that club equals to having a life but at least i have somewhere to go instead of staying at home n' make use of my tiny brain. (as if i ever use them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i can't wait for someone to come back real soon! (u shld know who u are!) Just how queer that i barely know her yet i take her as my very good friend. (n' u better treat me the same hor!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog later... TatA~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116426876119157358?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116426876119157358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=116426876119157358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116426876119157358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116426876119157358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-need-life-at-least-i-can-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-116420854128883906</id><published>2006-11-22T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:18:26.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It simply sux that just when you wish for some recharging of energy after a nap instead you feel like crap once you wake up! That happened to me a while a go. I feel tired n' upset. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vulnerability &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was on the &lt;strong&gt;top list&lt;/strong&gt;. Let's see what my dream trying to tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Seeing a toilet in your dream, symbolizes a release of emotions or getting rid of something in your life that is useless. &lt;strong&gt;Seeing a clogged toilet&lt;/strong&gt; in your dream means that you are holding in and keeping your feelings to yourself. Your emotions have been pent up too long. &lt;strong&gt;Seeing an overflowing toilet&lt;/strong&gt; in your dream indicates your desires to fully express your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dreaming of night means some major setbacks and obstacles in achieving your goals. You may find that some issues you are facing are not all that clear and you need to put them to rest for awhile before a decision is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing water in your dream, symbolizes your unconscious and your emotional state of mind. Water is the living essence of the psyche and the flow of life energy. It is also symbolic of spirituality, knowledge, healing and refreshment. Seeing calm, clear water in your dream means that you are in tune with your spirituality. It indicates serenity, peace of mind, and rejuvenation. &lt;strong&gt;Seeing muddy or dirty water&lt;/strong&gt; in your dream indicates that you are wallowing in your negative emotions. You may need to devote some time to clarify your mind and find internal peace.&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, it suggests that your thinking/judgment is unclear and clouded. If you are immersed in muddy water, then it indicates that you are in over your head in a situation and are overwhelmed by your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming that water is rising up in your house means your struggles and overwhelming emotions. Hearing running water in your dream indicates meditation, reflection and pondering of your thoughts and emotions. Dreaming that you are walking on water, suggests that you have supreme and ultimate control over your emotions. It may also suggest that you need to "stay on top" of your emotions and not let them explode out of hand. Alternatively, it is symbolic of faith in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seeing your friends&lt;/strong&gt; in your dream means aspects of your personality that you have rejected, but are ready to integrate these rejected part of yourself. The relationships you have with those around you are important in learning about yourself. Additionally, this symbol foretells of happy tidings from them and the arrival of good news.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your childhood friend in your dream means regression into your past where you had no responsibilities and things were much simpler and carefree. You may be wanting to escape the the pressures and stresses of adulthood. Consider the relationship you had with this friend and the lessons that were learned. Alternatively, the childhood friend may be suggesting that you have been acting in a childish manner and you need to start acting like an adult. Dreaming that your best friend is dying, suggests that some aspect or quality that your best friend possess is dying within your own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;Seeing people you know&lt;/strong&gt; in your dream means qualities and feelings of those people that you desire for yourself. &lt;strong&gt;Seeing people you don't know&lt;/strong&gt; in your dream indicates hidden aspects of yourself that you need to confront. Seeing people from your past in your dream, refers to your shadow and other unacknowledged aspects of yourself. It can represent a waking situation that is bringing out similar feelings as your past relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.hyperdictionary.com/"&gt;HyperDictionary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it i guess.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda sad when one of your most important stand of emotions just isn't there anymore. I don't care who you are to me now. I just want you to stable my level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116420854128883906?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116420854128883906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=116420854128883906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116420854128883906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116420854128883906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-simply-sux-that-just-when-you-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-116352855478874170</id><published>2006-11-15T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T02:22:34.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a windy ride&lt;br /&gt;a hearty chat&lt;br /&gt;a simple snack&lt;br /&gt;a nice companion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116352855478874170?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116352855478874170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=116352855478874170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116352855478874170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116352855478874170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/11/windy-ride-hearty-chat-simple-snack.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-116324386440167359</id><published>2006-11-11T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:28:47.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream... i had a fucking bad one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa of chasing, stucking at a point with no one to lend me a hand, got chase with answer. everything comes to a sudden end at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to get a shock recovery. can't believe i can even blast into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help ar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why everything nasty comes at one time, falling sick with my nose n' throat problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's a blur right now, just wish i won't die from falling down from heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanings to my bad dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dreaming that you are lost, suggests that you have lost your direction in life or that you have lost sight of your goals. You may be feeling worried and insecure about the path you are taking in life. Alternatively, you may be trying to adjust and get accustomed to a new situation in which the rules and conditions are ever changing.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming that someone else is lost, represents unresolved issues or feelings regarding the person that is lost. Consider also what aspect of that person you may have lost within your own self. Perhaps you need to recapture and re-acknowledge those aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHASE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dreaming that you are being chased means that you are avoiding a situation that you do not think is conquerable. It is often a metaphor for some form of insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;In particular, to dream that you are chased by an animal, represents your own unexpressed and unacknowledged anger which is being projected onto that animal. Alternatively, you may be running away from a primal urge or fear.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming that you are chasing someone means that you are attempting to overcome a difficult goal or task. You may also be expressing some aggressive feelings toward others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOOD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Seeing food in your dream, represents physical and emotional nourishment and energies. The different types of food can symbolize a wide range of things. Generally, fruit is symbolic of sensuality. Frozen foods may imply your cold emotions and frigid ways. Eating certain foods refers to qualities that you need to incorporate within your own self. Dreaming that you are hording or storing food indicates a fear of deprivation. You do not trust what you already have. Seeing or eating stale food in your dream, suggests that you are feeling sluggish and emotionally drained. You need to be invigorated and revitalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGHT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of night means some major setbacks and obstacles in achieving your goals. You may find that some issues you are facing are not all that clear and you need to put them to rest for awhile before a decision is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart is bleeding, do you feel the pain i'm having?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116324386440167359?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116324386440167359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=116324386440167359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116324386440167359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116324386440167359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/11/dream.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-116309058191998078</id><published>2006-11-10T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:47:58.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To my last baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends may be a brand new start for us. we may be no longer as a both, i hope we can still be able to do the things we planned as. nothing much but just friends. i don't know but i guess i'm able to keep everything nice n' cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill chill chill as what i told jeff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;praying in silent, wish to hold on to your hands that i once loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna meet vinson n' zq n' the girls later for dinner. can't wait for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;n' a very happy 20th birthday to PEINI!&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/6547508-116309058191998078?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116309058191998078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;losin' slowly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;can you be the light to simply shine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;energy level zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116274251323560112?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116274251323560112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=116274251323560112' 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stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;back to square 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hiding in a corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;crying in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;with no one around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;might as well just die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116266375321648693?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116266375321648693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not those u wished for but those u zzzz n' pop out ones! I'm practically remembering all of mine once i wake up. and the latest one (as usual) was quite disturbing. kinda sabotage by someone close to me n' nxt i know that person was dancing sexually with two other opposite gender and all i did was watching their moves. somehow the dream made me realised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not having it n' there wouldn't be the fear of losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now kinda in pain which i think no one would care about. somehow, i'm just not positive anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116255390681789264?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116255390681789264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=116255390681789264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116255390681789264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116255390681789264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/11/dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-116188924744535591</id><published>2006-10-27T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T03:05:58.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jeffrey sent me this awhile ago and it's funny. It's a student survey on this Indian, bald with a moustache lecturer in NTU and apparently, they're not talking about his teaching! LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 245px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io" width="320" height="245" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116188924744535591?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116188924744535591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=116188924744535591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116188924744535591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116188924744535591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/10/jeffrey-sent-me-this-awhile-ago-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-116062270584143520</id><published>2006-10-12T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:11:46.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had been crappy without a night's sleep. Come on, you won't expected a person without a night's sleep to be super nice to you moreover for the pass years, the culture of been rude has been cultivated since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm rude and evil. monkey see, monkey do. i've been trying to be nice. but just showing the unhappiness that's happening. i guess a night's of without zzz = breaking down mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just thinking that waking up might be tough for me thus might as well just stay awake. but... nothing to comment about the boo boo trip to sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(since i've been the one who can't wake up but...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things i want to roar and scream about. but i can't write it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only expression i can give now is Fuck You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i mean by having a shot gun, ready to give a head shot!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-116062270584143520?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/116062270584143520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=116062270584143520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116062270584143520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/116062270584143520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-had-been-crappy-without-nights-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-115981887234914685</id><published>2006-10-03T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T03:54:32.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again n' again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it breaks and burning next. i'm filled with rage once again. i let it come over me again. i choose what i want to see but i can choose what i don't want to see. at least i see the truth than not knowing. a blink of an eye shows me the past that i hide away. i hate it when it's taking control. i simply hate it. i hate everything. i am angry. silently rage. i want to walk behind you and torture your life. i don't deserve such pain. nobody should deserve it. with all what you got, i really want to let you feel the pain in me. fighting myself way within. i want to take a stab, rip over me and be free. i want to see blood. with every drop dripping down to my toes. how much longer can i take? how long will the walls break? how can i not stop this devil from within? i don't want to see death but just pain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-115981887234914685?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/115981887234914685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=115981887234914685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115981887234914685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115981887234914685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/10/again-n-again.html' title='again n&apos; again...'/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-115969964713026413</id><published>2006-10-01T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:47:27.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drinking n' Games with the 3 ladies n' a half!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;that's what grace said!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda last min thingy, from Wala changed to Ice Cold. and yes, i'm still broke. very much very broke right now after spending my last two red notes but what the hack, i had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we weill drink hell lotsa more if we got more $$ to "throw" around! We made things more interesting by playing this game, "Drink or Dare". no one went scout free ya! but all i can say, Sandy quite unlucky in the beginning... haahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for another beer session when my wallet's loaded with $$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for school to start too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe name="free photo and video sharing by myphotoalbum.com" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://gracekohly.myphotoalbum.com/albumscroll.php?set_albumName=album02" frameborder="0" width="455" scrolling="no" height="155"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myphotoalbum.com"&gt;MyPhotoAlbum free photo and video sharing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-115969964713026413?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/115969964713026413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=115969964713026413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115969964713026413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115969964713026413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/10/drinking-n-games-with-3-ladies-n-half.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-115895440239615160</id><published>2006-09-23T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T04:04:42.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;My sista's creation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/320/SP%20Peiyi2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yup... that's me! created by my sista, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gracie Koh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it look like one of the characters from South Park right?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/320/Dysfunctionals%20Southpark%20Style.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;behold! this is the dysfunctional family she created!&lt;br /&gt;starting from left:&lt;br /&gt;pammie, sandy, rach, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gracie Koh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, baby Kev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just too bad, it's kinda hard for her to create a cartoon out of it man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh else i can imagin how funny it will turn out!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;anyway... a part from this, let's talk about my day. or should i said nite since it's when it all started. had interview at &lt;strong&gt;Siam 9&lt;/strong&gt;. the pay offered was pretty good but me in dress or skirt i guess it's not my kinda job. another thing would be occasionally drinking with the customers. unlike km8, they taught us to replace the drinks with soft drinks. at least it's a protection for the staff, right?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;thanks to grace, i came out with the phase, &lt;strong&gt;solar system of love&lt;/strong&gt;. it's all related. it's just that you're which part of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it a must to get hit by a comet or astroid then you're notice the effect it has on the planet?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;anyway... before going off, here a photo i found of him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/320/Dong1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will i ever i meet someone who looks like him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-115895440239615160?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/115895440239615160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=115895440239615160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115895440239615160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115895440239615160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-sistas-creationyup.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-115886327202501916</id><published>2006-09-22T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T03:33:50.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;I'm in love!!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(paintin' my nails black...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently there's this taiwan chinese boy band called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;飛輪海 Fahrenheit&lt;/span&gt;... i guess they're gonna make it big since most of them are soooooo cute, handsome... they're juz a group with different kind of guys... they're more towards &lt;em&gt;visual kinda beauty&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.him.com.tw/himdownload/show.asp?id=416&amp;amp;size=640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listing them 1 is my most favourite n' 4 is the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;1&lt;img src="http://www.him.com.tw/artists1/images/F-95F-all.gif" /&gt; 2&lt;img src="http://www.him.com.tw/artists1/images/F-41F-all.gif" /&gt; 3&lt;img src="http://www.him.com.tw/artists1/images/F-59F-all.gif" /&gt; 4&lt;img src="http://www.him.com.tw/artists1/images/F-77F-all.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be contin...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ya i'm back from my nail painting session... it's wasn't a fruitful one... as each of them didn't turn out perfect or near there, i decided to wash it off... now my fingers has blackie stuff around them.... sighz... i still need a few more painting session ya... but at least the nails are well clipped, filed and their smooth to touch... haahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;was having a KTV session with the my girls just now... it was kinda Candy Birthday Celebration! We got her a cake and a necklace from Perlini's... oh ya... i gt my belated bday present from candy n' she got me some glittering powder from Body Shop n' i love it... thanks babe... we had lotsa fun while singing song... even make a joke out of his boyfriend's neck... mushroom ya!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;it was quite a while since 4 of us got together and have fun. i guess everyone juz too busy (lazy!) to meet up ya... haahaaa.... can't wait for a clubbing session with you ladies... oh ya... maybe we can get the SAS guys to come along as well ya... heehee... just the like good old times of secondary school!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;FYI: we have been friends for more than 12 years if i'm not wrong... and we're still counting it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still lotsa of people i need to meet! Those who have been missing in my life for more than a year... SAS guys... Primary School Friends... Secondary School Friends... Band friends... some of my poly friends who i haven't seen for half a year or more... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... dun wanna talk so much now... need to wake up early tmlo for some stuff... n' need energy for tmlo's interview... hopefully good environment thus able to get the job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lastly, baby, i do miss you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-115886327202501916?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/115886327202501916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=115886327202501916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115886327202501916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115886327202501916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-love-paintin-my-nails-black.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-115835271628827973</id><published>2006-09-16T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T04:38:36.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;do you have to lose it before you can learn to cherish it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's something i heard tonight... to keep things short, it was a &lt;em&gt;heart-to-heart&lt;/em&gt; and peaceful bonding session with my &lt;em&gt;heel-sista...thankz frm bringing me to that playground.... now i wish i have a car to drive around now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much things in my mind right now i need to straighten it out. although the outcome of a experiment doesn't matches with your ideal result, at least you learn frm your mistakes and try it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust n' Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just try but do it whole-heartedly... at least you won't regret it if you look back years later. Although there's time when everything seems so wrong, the magic of belief is so strong that you'll be amaze by it's wonders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let external factors more your heart. Believe in trust n' faith. no matter how ugly the outcome will be, hey man, at least you did your very best shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short. Stop feeling sad. Always look on the bright side of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it's hard, it's worth a shoT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-115835271628827973?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/115835271628827973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=115835271628827973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115835271628827973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115835271628827973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/09/do-you-have-to-lose-it-before-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-115798955847803833</id><published>2006-09-11T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:45:58.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;flight of fancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;an idea which shows a lot of imagination but which is not practical:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was talking about cycling across the US or was that just another flight of fancy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.cambridge.org/cald/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cambridge Advanced Learner's Dictionary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since for some reasons, i can't log onto MSN thus i'm looking through the dictionary for some word of the day. And now i got to learn a new phase, &lt;em&gt;flight of fancy&lt;/em&gt;. A word to describe impractical imagination. Am i right to say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, i feel like talking to someone online now yet i still can't get log into MSN. I'm watching &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/a&gt; while blogging.Dr Shepherd n' Dr Bailey trying to save this boy named Andrew, a spelling bee champ with a serious head injury. While Meredith discovered the other family her father has. So it's like showing lots of issues in an episode and boy, i'm double tasking while watching it on my tv. I just love watchin Amercian drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continue...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-115798955847803833?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/115798955847803833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=115798955847803833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115798955847803833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115798955847803833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/09/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-115756005397745471</id><published>2006-09-07T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:27:36.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's so much to be translate and feel.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing i would know more.&lt;br /&gt;Please open that door and let me see.&lt;br /&gt;Let my questions be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see shadows behind you.&lt;br /&gt;A dark area i was never told.&lt;br /&gt;Was it i'm the one seeing things?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it a secret that's hiding from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enduring.Betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;How many self can one hold?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-115756005397745471?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/115756005397745471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=115756005397745471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115756005397745471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115756005397745471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/09/theres-so-much-to-be-translate-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547508.post-115713563602430516</id><published>2006-09-02T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T02:33:56.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.Lost.Confusion.Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Unreachable wants &amp;amp; needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Dependant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Living on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Staying at the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Affected by external factors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547508-115713563602430516?l=dumpster101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/feeds/115713563602430516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6547508&amp;postID=115713563602430516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115713563602430516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547508/posts/default/115713563602430516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumpster101.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MightyJas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078486959320782499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4405/358/1600/angel1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
