<?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-14929804</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:23:41.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradoxical</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearboys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14929804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearboys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pseudoasis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04273984856133947683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14929804.post-1436623740785810820</id><published>2007-08-27T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T01:02:31.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Test test..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14929804-1436623740785810820?l=dearboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1436623740785810820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14929804&amp;postID=1436623740785810820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14929804/posts/default/1436623740785810820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14929804/posts/default/1436623740785810820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearboys.blogspot.com/2007/08/test-test.html' title=''/><author><name>pseudoasis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04273984856133947683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14929804.post-112326288550067795</id><published>2005-08-05T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:28:05.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently really buzy. Due to the reports. But i have completed a couple of reports. The project management and the lit review. Handed in just this afternoon. But still got farking lots of report left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Couple of updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4/8--ahma anni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5/8--HP bday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ya. Thursday was my ahma anni. Been 3 years le ba. Never been able to forget that day. When she left us. I really miss her. 3 years ago,on that day, i cried. Cried so badly. But in my mind, i noe it was a release for her. From her physical torture. But i still couldnt take the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to my ahgong house on thurs night to eat. Everything seems so normal. But i noe everyone still rem the date. Its just that nobody mention anything abt it. That night my ahgong felt unwell. Had to use the ventilator to breathe. Went in the room to see him before i left for home. Saw him crying alone. But i could do nth to confort him. Onli to tell him not to think so much. Haiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14929804-112326288550067795?l=dearboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearboys.blogspot.com/feeds/112326288550067795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14929804&amp;postID=112326288550067795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14929804/posts/default/112326288550067795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14929804/posts/default/112326288550067795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearboys.blogspot.com/2005/08/recently-really-buzy.html' title=''/><author><name>pseudoasis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04273984856133947683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14929804.post-112288395196032861</id><published>2005-08-01T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T01:19:11.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now ah, I school waiting for SF. Wait for one hour le leh. Then she still have come down. Haiz. What to do. She always so slow. Better come down before for thirty or i leave first. HUR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yest was my ah kong bday. My aunt bought him a durian cake made by her fren. Very nice. The whole cake is very soft, like spounge cake like that. But you can taste the several layers of durian. The durian ah, very soft and smooth, couldnt taste the fibers at all. Quite worth it. Eat two slice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My uncle also asked mi yest what camera i really wanted to buy. Cause he wanted to buy for my belated birthday present. So choose the one i wanted to buy last time lor. Panasonic lumix LS-1. Quite ex lah. I think 399 bucks. But since he buying, wahaha. But at first i only asked him to help mi buy, cause his fren is doin this line. But suddenly one day, he told mi he saw another online with better specs. asked me whether i want to change. I told him no, cause more ex. But he say he paying so choose a better one. Say wat, "over the years, have been taking care of the family, also never buy birthday present of gift for u." Hear already also paiseh. Actually my second aunt husband. Should call him yi zhang. But call hi shu shu since young, cause dirct translation from english ma. Always buy mi christmas gifts when i was young. Then i always go their house to play one. Haha. Those were the days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yest SF aso came my house. We play Maple and watch VCD, house of fury. Haha. Very lame show. But very nice also lah. She gave mi a red band she bought with JP at far east yest. I promise her that i will wear everytime i play soccer. Why red? Cause gerrard wear one ma. Liverpool captain. My favourite club and player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14929804-112288395196032861?l=dearboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearboys.blogspot.com/feeds/112288395196032861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14929804&amp;postID=112288395196032861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14929804/posts/default/112288395196032861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14929804/posts/default/112288395196032861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearboys.blogspot.com/2005/08/now-ah-i-school-waiting-for-sf.html' title=''/><author><name>pseudoasis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04273984856133947683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14929804.post-112274507733144506</id><published>2005-07-31T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T10:38:43.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Very sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Firstly, we quarreled last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then she didnt pick up my calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe phone no batt ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Didnt blame her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Morning, woke up with bad mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She called. I answered with a bad tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then, went to dentist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Before i go, ask a couple of ppl to accompany me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They all not free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sop, P, JW, K, Ed, GT.. SF also not free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brother also not free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sian. Nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Went to dental. Late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Farking nurse kaopei mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dr like on attachment like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bill cost 80 bucks. Shit. Lousy service still so ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After that went queensway shopping center walk walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then walk to queenstown MRT take train to Town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wanted to call her. But didnt. Later ppl say she go out with frens i still kapo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nvm. In the end feel so god damn lonely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Walk ard orchard without any purpose. Here look look there look look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tired. Took train home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bought BK. breakfast+lunch+dinner. In one BK meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;REach home. She msg mi and call mi a couple of times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But i ignored. Y? But i dunno. I just dun wan to hear ur voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After that gave her a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BAck to fine. But i still angry and unsettled inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So sian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Till just now. Quarrel again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shit. I just hate my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14929804-112274507733144506?l=dearboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearboys.blogspot.com/feeds/112274507733144506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14929804&amp;postID=112274507733144506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14929804/posts/default/112274507733144506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14929804/posts/default/112274507733144506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearboys.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-very-sad-firstly-we-quarreled.html' title=''/><author><name>pseudoasis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04273984856133947683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14929804.post-112265322306693942</id><published>2005-07-29T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T09:07:03.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;First entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dunno what to write also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;See what can i do with this ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Buay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14929804-112265322306693942?l=dearboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearboys.blogspot.com/feeds/112265322306693942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14929804&amp;postID=112265322306693942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14929804/posts/default/112265322306693942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14929804/posts/default/112265322306693942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearboys.blogspot.com/2005/07/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>pseudoasis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04273984856133947683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
