<?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-11379247</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:58:21.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edwons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11379247.post-116031110141924198</id><published>2006-10-08T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:38:21.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Girl Of My Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's hot.&lt;br /&gt;She's hawaiian born in korea.&lt;br /&gt;She's girl of my dream.&lt;br /&gt;She's coming to S'pore.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's Michelle Wie.&lt;br /&gt;I got rather excited when I read reports that she's coming to S'pore.&lt;br /&gt;Although, I would rather Sharapova instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comp crashed. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;Using my bro's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell Peters coming to S'pre too!&lt;br /&gt;Totally adore this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying one song by Breaking Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;Its Dairy of Jane. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for a new lease of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some things just wouldn't change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause if its meant to change, it would have changed ages ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-116031110141924198?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/116031110141924198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=116031110141924198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/116031110141924198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/116031110141924198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/10/girl-of-my-dream-shes-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-115606917636553232</id><published>2006-08-20T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T18:24:59.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALalala</title><content type='html'>Back!&lt;br /&gt;Recently my comp was infected by some unknown virus.&lt;br /&gt;It crippled my internet, sound, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get rid of it after many attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i seldom speak about my family.&lt;br /&gt;So, my bro just failed his driving test, Ooops.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, I'm spending bit more time with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; my reason.&lt;br /&gt;Its good to keep them accompany sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I'm still their son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get my new posting soon.&lt;br /&gt;Mon that is.&lt;br /&gt;Will depart from my current camp and welcome my new camp with open arms on tues.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I'm still feeling rather mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this special woman in my life:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday ger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19/08&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till Then Adios!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-115606917636553232?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/115606917636553232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=115606917636553232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/115606917636553232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/115606917636553232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/08/lalalala.html' title='LALalala'/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-115363648329015464</id><published>2006-07-23T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T14:34:43.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally have time to blog. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Last week's baybeats was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;But I was sick, so didnt really enjoyed that much.&lt;br /&gt;Many local bands that I've never heard of.&lt;br /&gt;They were really good though. There's even a band called tiramisu. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had JC class gathering.&lt;br /&gt;Was really great catching up with classmates&lt;br /&gt;Some gals have turned prettier! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway service of the Fish and Co. at the glasshouse really sucks!&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever go there man!&lt;br /&gt;Though the ambience is rather good. How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;I was hardly at home the whole weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just did guard duty 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;And creepy things happened.&lt;br /&gt;My fellow guardmate heard people singing in the middle of the night!&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, i didnt meet any of those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna play soccer again later. Yahoooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-115363648329015464?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/115363648329015464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=115363648329015464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/115363648329015464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/115363648329015464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-have-time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-115164876067529108</id><published>2006-06-30T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:26:00.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pretty free now, so decided a new look&lt;br /&gt;Previous was pretty cheena, not very me&lt;br /&gt;Was too busy and lazy as well to change&lt;br /&gt;On MC for my wisdom teeth surgery&lt;br /&gt;Face swollen, hurts damn lot!&lt;br /&gt;So have been working out during my free time&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go back camp&lt;br /&gt;Its just such a bore at home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-115164876067529108?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/115164876067529108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=115164876067529108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/115164876067529108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/115164876067529108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/06/pretty-free-now-so-decided-new-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-115158729481605137</id><published>2006-06-29T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:24:44.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can be depressed yah?&lt;br /&gt;I have reason to be&lt;br /&gt;No more mask to&lt;em&gt; wayang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is hanging in the moment&lt;br /&gt;And Man I hate this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Well. Who will help?&lt;br /&gt;Besides no one can help&lt;br /&gt;I tried to savage&lt;br /&gt;But I still got no &lt;strong&gt;absolute&lt;/strong&gt; answer&lt;br /&gt;My future just hang in the moment&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I think too much&lt;br /&gt;Was just a wishing of my own&lt;br /&gt;I'm worn out, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every love story has a genre if you would like to call it&lt;br /&gt;Lovey-Dovey&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic&lt;br /&gt;Adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine: I can't even speak in words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You gave me a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-115158729481605137?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/115158729481605137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=115158729481605137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/115158729481605137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/115158729481605137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-can-be-depressed-yah-i-have-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-115073407703103472</id><published>2006-06-20T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T00:40:55.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/CIMG0739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/CIMG0739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and Ronin! Man They rocked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Went to SAJC to watch ronin's gig. They are awesome band i must say! Apparently there's a 30hr famine camp. So i went with my friend down to catch the performance. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soon I may not be so free anymore. Well, if tt happens, it's really ideal cause that will mean that my scholarship is approved! So I'm praying hard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My greatest weakness is procrastination. I've overcame. Will you*?&lt;/span&gt;&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/11379247-115073407703103472?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/115073407703103472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=115073407703103472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/115073407703103472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/115073407703103472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/06/me-and-ronin-man-they-rockedwent-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-115012903193274097</id><published>2006-06-13T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:17:12.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stumbled upon this quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So often we fear to express our feelings to someone, for fear that we may lose them&lt;br /&gt;But more often than not, it is our fear of expressing our love that we really lose them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm drinking vodka coke while watching soccer. man~!&lt;br /&gt;"TEEN DRINKING IS VERY BAD"- Tipsy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-115012903193274097?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/115012903193274097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=115012903193274097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/115012903193274097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/115012903193274097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/06/stumbled-upon-this-quote.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-115010574780472068</id><published>2006-06-12T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:28:57.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was drunk 2 days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was cohesion for my wing&lt;br /&gt;And free tiger beer was provided!&lt;br /&gt;Well I just drink mug after mug, glasses after glasses.&lt;br /&gt;And all the KTVing after the dinner and performance was great.&lt;br /&gt;At the KTV I only know songs sang by Jay chou, and don't know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;I suck in chinese song!&lt;br /&gt;ANd the superiors showed their other side. HA!&lt;br /&gt;I was drunk&lt;br /&gt;BUT I didnt vomit I just couldn't walk properly! HA&lt;br /&gt;Stay for the Germany match. Wasn't that exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Went to my friend's house to stayover after everything. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was a party at DXO&lt;br /&gt;We drank alot too! And the crowd was really good&lt;br /&gt;At least better than the last time I went there&lt;br /&gt;Danced all night till 5!&lt;br /&gt;Was like watching soccer match and dancing at the same time HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that KTVing and dancing 2 days in a row really drained me.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks. I'm on MC today! I wished I'm still drunk.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking too much, far too much.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just a little unwell.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna drink I wanna drink................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-115010574780472068?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/115010574780472068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=115010574780472068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/115010574780472068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/115010574780472068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-drunk-2-days-in-row_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-114951938609602497</id><published>2006-06-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:56:26.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm vexed about my future&lt;br /&gt;Relentless quarrels&lt;br /&gt;Man. I really need a break.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still stuck in the maze&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what the future will be like for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm independent as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-114951938609602497?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/114951938609602497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=114951938609602497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114951938609602497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114951938609602497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-vexed-about-my-future-relentless.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-114917147512286908</id><published>2006-06-01T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:43:31.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A bed of rose petals&lt;br /&gt;A bouquet of lilies&lt;br /&gt;And there he was&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight waiting anxiously&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time&lt;br /&gt;Indeed it is&lt;br /&gt;And there she is&lt;br /&gt;An astonish look on her face&lt;br /&gt;Out came the 3 precious words&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't just any 3 words&lt;br /&gt;They are words from the bottom of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination delayed this confession&lt;br /&gt;He wants to take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Past experience tells him:&lt;br /&gt;Relationship shouldn't be rushed.&lt;br /&gt;They sat on the swing&lt;br /&gt;And chatted heartily&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;She had to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be continued..?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-114917147512286908?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/114917147512286908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=114917147512286908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114917147512286908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114917147512286908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/06/bed-of-rose-petals-bouquet-of-lilies.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-114908048090813978</id><published>2006-05-31T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:13:47.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I should really stop grumbling about how army life sucks. Though it was the first time I complained in my blog, I felt that it was enough. Army life will never be good. Otherwise, you will not hearsay so much of SAF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have the time now, as I just had plucked out my precious wisdom teeth. Two of them only that is. And man, it hurts. For a while only though. I got 5 days of MC in return. Nothing much to be grumbling about. I just have to worry that some point while I'm enjoying my 'rest', my superiors will call me and made god damn sure that I'm at home resting, not the town or anywhere else. So that means I can only be out to buy my meals, and nothing else. Not going to say too much, else I may be charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/DSC00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/DSC00016.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats my wisdom teeth as a souvenir! courtesy of the dentist!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some misconceptions made my previous entry. I was given another course (FASS) by NUS, not exactly rejected. On the contrary, I'm rejected by NTU. They didn't even bother to give me any course. I'm scrutinizing my alternatives, and that include overseas studies. That's gonna cost a bomb, but if it's a better choice, I may just go for it. I managed to convince my mum. Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expect to see you again&lt;br /&gt;I never expect that you knew me all along&lt;br /&gt;I never expect that the feelings are (were) mutual&lt;br /&gt;I never expect myself to fall for you &lt;em&gt;yet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/DSC00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="131" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/DSC00015.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What's left of me...&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/11379247-114908048090813978?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/114908048090813978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=114908048090813978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114908048090813978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114908048090813978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-i-should-really-stop-grumbling.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-114848434531614958</id><published>2006-05-24T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:15:27.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bitter at first, Sweetness comes later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a bad week for me. Guard duties one after another. I was activated on standby, how bad can it be! My Sir has even blacklisted me for 'bad behaviour' ? I only made 1 mistake and I am condemned for a long time. Many bad thing happened, and I was really down! Especially that I am rejected by NUS. I so wanna get into Faculty Of Science. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it became better as days go by. And hopefully it gets better. Thats all folks. I'm blogging cause someone ask me to! I'm kinda too tired and lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-114848434531614958?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/114848434531614958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=114848434531614958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114848434531614958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114848434531614958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/05/bitter-at-first-sweetness-comes-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-114750805155069840</id><published>2006-05-13T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:24:39.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is quite dead. I read this on Men's health so I thought it will be nice to share this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girl I'm trying to date had cancelled on me three times but each time, she seems sincerely apologetic about it, offering alternative dates (which got cancelled in the end). How do I tell if she's just stringing me along?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. You sound like a nice guy, and it's even hard for me to be upfront about this - she's just not interested in you. Sad but true fact: most of us don't know how to reject a guy, and would rather say: "maybe" when we should give you an honest "no" And really, no women worth dating raises and dashes a man's hopes three times. After the second last-minute no-show, chances are she simply doesn't know how to tell you to bugger off. Even she sounds apologetic, she's probably just sorry that she's not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What say *you?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-114750805155069840?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/114750805155069840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=114750805155069840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114750805155069840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114750805155069840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-blog-is-quite-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-114580323202788139</id><published>2006-04-23T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:43:42.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Being snubbed again and again is not exactly the best feeling.&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/11379247-114580323202788139?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/114580323202788139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=114580323202788139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114580323202788139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114580323202788139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/04/being-snubbed-again-and-again-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-114502520289035401</id><published>2006-04-14T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:34:04.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I just did my first guard duty for my unit. And it was definately quite an experience. Its definately more interesting than the duty in Tekong. Have another one dis Sun. Argh. Enough said about NS stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's back track abit. I attended my Secondary School's teacher wake not long ago. It came a surprise. Though she taught me for a year only. She was definately the best Chinese teacher in this world. Still remember that I was one of the students that she vividly remember when it comes to names. My chinese name is &lt;em&gt;bing qing, &lt;/em&gt;her husband is &lt;em&gt;bing jing, &lt;/em&gt;if my memory didn't fail me that it. There was a statement made before; a person is only remembered only when he/she passed away. Well, its kinda true. Before this incident, she didn't appear in my mind, much less going to pay her a visit in my Secondary School. Well, life is just too short for hesitation, so do what you want before you regret anything in future. That's what I've learnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-114502520289035401?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/114502520289035401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=114502520289035401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114502520289035401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114502520289035401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-i-just-did-my-first-guard-duty.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-114337671602540339</id><published>2006-03-26T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:50:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm posted to Ayer Raja Camp! To take care of my baby- tank! Now its just lectures after lectures. Its a stay out vocation, so many are kinda envy of me. But I would rather a stay-in. Cause I stay damn far. Armor Wing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Electronics devices have made the distance between people more apart. Convenience comes with a price of insincerity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-114337671602540339?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/114337671602540339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=114337671602540339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114337671602540339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114337671602540339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-posted-to-ayer-raja-camp-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-114235798930595464</id><published>2006-03-15T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T01:39:49.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Kawaii ger: Perphaps some things are better left unsaid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-114235798930595464?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/114235798930595464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=114235798930595464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114235798930595464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114235798930595464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-kawaii-ger-perphaps-some-things-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-114094431242420194</id><published>2006-02-26T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:03:51.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sick SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hope for the best and prepared for the worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-114094431242420194?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/114094431242420194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=114094431242420194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114094431242420194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114094431242420194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-sick-shit-hope-for-best-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-114010036706636033</id><published>2006-02-16T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T10:32:06.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Boy To Man?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in history, I did my own laundry and even ironed them. Sounds unbelievable? It's true! From someone who laze around everyday to someone who is willingly to do laundry is quite a feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that far away land, I have to suffer horrible breakfast, and suffer from insifficient sleep. Other than that, its quite a happy story. I'm still waiting for the reply from the M.O. so that I will not regret for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I have a new look on the outside, and having a minor change on the inside. Boy to Man? Depends on perception. Cos to some I am still a boy  HA. Looking forward to homecook BREAKFAST. HA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-114010036706636033?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/114010036706636033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=114010036706636033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114010036706636033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/114010036706636033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/02/boy-to-man-for-first-time-in-history-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-113877116240496915</id><published>2006-02-01T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T13:19:22.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/botak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/botak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that? =)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Lunar New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-113877116240496915?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/113877116240496915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=113877116240496915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113877116240496915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113877116240496915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-about-that-happy-lunar-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-113768551591021847</id><published>2006-01-19T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:45:15.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take care my friends. BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-113768551591021847?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/113768551591021847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=113768551591021847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113768551591021847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113768551591021847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/01/take-care-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-113733411944310023</id><published>2006-01-15T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:11:18.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18 =&gt; OLD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. today gotta be the most hialrious day of the week&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;I was in the gym as usual ( I lost 4 kgs!). And there was this old muscular man. From his physique, i guess he's a weightlifter that rep S'pore! Anyway he wasn't in the gym working out, rather he was talking to a teen about the workout and stuff. Following, his grandson ran into the gym and started running around the gym. Then the old man started saying (pointing to me at the same time)," Eh, don't run around, later &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNCLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; scold!" Darn! Either that man has really poor eyesight, OR I look really OLD! Okay that's the end of my hilarious story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Counting down... I don't have many nights to spare. I just HOPE ....&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/11379247-113733411944310023?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/113733411944310023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=113733411944310023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113733411944310023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113733411944310023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/01/old-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-113655989968995202</id><published>2006-01-06T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:11:35.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;GUYS! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I meant those who are going or went in to that tekong place. Take care! and brace yourself harder, I'll be joining u guys in no time!&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/11379247-113655989968995202?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/113655989968995202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=113655989968995202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113655989968995202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113655989968995202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/01/guys-i-meant-those-who-are-going-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-113621389231694576</id><published>2006-01-02T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:05:46.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. basically I've one of the best jobs anyone could ever wished for. I get to go to almost all the shopping malls in Singapore; have a nice buddy (Uncle Yong, he teaches me lots of stuff about life! ); my boss drives me to work; get to eat many nice food sponsered by my buddy, Uncle Yong; get to take a nap during work; see pretty designer and sales girls; Chat with them sometimes. What more can I ask for! Geez! =) I'm tired, but its all worth it! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Did ya get to know what I wanna tell ya for that second? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Counting down the days to NS.................... Having mixed feelings about that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-113621389231694576?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/113621389231694576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=113621389231694576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113621389231694576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113621389231694576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-113569621829867019</id><published>2005-12-27T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:10:18.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chistmas is not about shopping, it's about Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay I have no idea why I put that!)&lt;br /&gt;Alright... This year's Christmas was different. Having mixed feelings about this ... but let's just focus on the exciting stuff yah? On Christmas, it was a gathering with my secoundary friends at David's house. His house is just filled with awesome food done by his wonderful mum. Something rather saddening is that David's mum commented that I'm looking more and more like FrankiE! which also means I have grown in size man. I have to admit that I have grown alot these years and many have commented that I've grown! AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, following was a trip down to a Thai pub. The girls are hot! And they will do ANYTHING to please u to buy alcohol from them. And I mean anything! But the main trip down was to watch Nelson perform. Yup. That was the highlight of this year's Christmas. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well I was disappointed to say the worse, but will be waiting for her to make it up to me the next time! haha just kidding! Glad she enjoyed!  God Bless! =)&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/11379247-113569621829867019?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/113569621829867019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=113569621829867019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113569621829867019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113569621829867019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/12/chistmas-is-not-about-shopping-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-113465602596973318</id><published>2005-12-15T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:13:45.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To My Dearest Aunt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this in the papers, and I would like this message to go out to my aunt, whom I talked to, not long ago. Chances are that she will not read this, but I believe in miracles =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear aunt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pain Of Release&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The average teenager chomps at the hit to get from parental rule and during these tumultuous teenage years, many parents are only too eager to show their child the door. But when the time comes, releasing a child is often painful, if not impossible for many parents. Parents who have ushered their children through diapers and daycare; through pimples and graduations, often want to hold on to their youngsters long after the parental role is over. The same commitment and love that leads parents to do well when the children are small may also cause them to hold on too tightly when they are all grown up. Some parents need their children too much to let them go. They become extensions of themselves and their egos are inextricably linked. Still it’s the responsibility of the parents to release the grip and set the fledging adult free to make it on his own. And parents whop refuse to let go often force two bad alternatives. The first is to yield to parental domination and manipulation, which makes them dependent puppets and perpetual children. The second is to respond like a mountainous volcano that blows its top, pouring its larva on everything in its path. To ease your child out of the house and into the world, first look at your own hands. Are you holding on too tightly? If so, this might be the very best moment to release the grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be mature enough to tell you what you should be doing now, but I can tell you as a teenager point of view. The period now may be tough, but once this is over, your child will be mature enough. Well, as you have said all you can do now is to pray that alls well for his future. But sometimes falling down may not be the worse thing afterall. I fell alot, but managed to stand up. I am not mature man, I am still a boy, well at least to my mum. I just you to know that letting go may be the hardest thing to do, but it's the only solution for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Nephew Edwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-113465602596973318?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/113465602596973318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=113465602596973318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113465602596973318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113465602596973318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-my-dearest-aunt-i-read-this-in_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-113405428349386739</id><published>2005-12-08T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:57:16.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Missing everybody (esp. *U)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out Of Singapore! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/jay-chopin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/jay-chopin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great album! Especially track 10, go check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the few chinese artist that I listen to, so trust me, go grab it! *laugh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-113405428349386739?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/113405428349386739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=113405428349386739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113405428349386739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113405428349386739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/12/missing-everybody-esp.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-113362774454700343</id><published>2005-12-04T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T00:35:44.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A Night To Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~ Back from prom! It was a wonderful night to remember. Seeing classmates dressing to their best till I couldn't revognise some of them, especially Xin Tian! After the prom, the party is not over yet! We guys went to One Fullerton to club. Had a bit of drinks, and had a wonderful time dancing. Haha... the club wasn't tt nice I thought esp the lighting. Anyway I was a bit drunk when I got home. That probably spells the end of this 'rendevous' night (If there's this word) Shall upload some of the pics next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for something else... a few days ago, a girl by the name of vanessa added me to her Msn. I realise that she was my classmate back then in Primary School. I completely forgotten who she is. This makes me wonder how my brain works... or rather my memory. I am able to remember vividly about someone else who is not the same class, but not the one in the same class as me. My memory completely fail me when it comes to some ppl in my class, yet I could remember the stuff that happened in my pri sch camp. *laugh* That's strange...... or is it? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-113362774454700343?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/113362774454700343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=113362774454700343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113362774454700343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113362774454700343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/12/night-to-remember-yeah-back-from-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-113323194863917199</id><published>2005-11-29T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:40:56.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Over! Over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Yes! Its finally over. These few days, I have been playing so hard that I hardly have time for anything else. Yup, the prom is coming, there seems to be so much stuff to buy, and so little budget to spend! Really can't wait for that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Men's Health and find this interesting:&lt;br /&gt;With so much confusion, it's a jungle of opinions that a modern man faces today. He must be brave, yet must have the heart to shed a tear; he has to have a sense of humour and can laugh at himself, yet be serious, confident, ambitious ; a giver, yet a go-getter. A great bod and careful grooming is a must, yet spending too much time before a mirror or in a gym is a turn-off. He must be a worrier and a poet, a scholar and a plumber, exhibiting old-world values make him a chauvinist and a dinosaur; possessing new-age sensibilities make him a sissy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-113323194863917199?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/113323194863917199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=113323194863917199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113323194863917199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113323194863917199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/11/over-over-yes-yes-its-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-113258367088853815</id><published>2005-11-21T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:37:30.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So Near Yet So FaR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah~! Its coming! 24th i meant.. haha =)&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that its so near yet so far makes me feel very agonising arghh..&lt;br /&gt;Gonna slack first anyway ... keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some stuff I have been keeping to myself...&lt;br /&gt;Didnt wana say cos I'm simply not the guy of person who just speaks his words&lt;br /&gt;Yah.. will see how it goes.. the response yah?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. for those who have finish CONGRATS! and for those who havent The End is Near! Push On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Will u be my cinderella instead? =)&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/11379247-113258367088853815?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/113258367088853815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=113258367088853815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113258367088853815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113258367088853815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-113189441894388122?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/113189441894388122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=113189441894388122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113189441894388122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113189441894388122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/11/will-my-dream-of-u-and-your-dream-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-113102001125612332</id><published>2005-11-03T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T20:13:31.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your words hurt me&lt;br /&gt;FOCUS&lt;br /&gt;FOCUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-113102001125612332?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/113102001125612332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=113102001125612332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113102001125612332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113102001125612332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-words-hurt-me-focus-focus.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-113093676893820318</id><published>2005-11-02T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:06:08.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel renewed after hearing this&lt;br /&gt;Kieth said " If you can change things, why worry, if you can't, why worry too?"&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dude.&lt;br /&gt;FOCUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-113093676893820318?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/113093676893820318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=113093676893820318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113093676893820318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/113093676893820318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-feel-renewed-after-hearing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-113032313253558309</id><published>2005-10-26T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:38:52.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't wait really can't wait for this to be over&lt;br /&gt;24th Nov is the day&lt;br /&gt;The day of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuffs I yearn to do&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for this to end&lt;br /&gt;But there's something else I'm looking forward to =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-113032313253558309?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11379247.post-112947277368893819</id><published>2005-10-16T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:26:13.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>U knew. But I didn't sadly. So I chose this&lt;br /&gt;Den again I'm thankful that I contemplate&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to avoid the dreadful consequences&lt;br /&gt;And I did. Keep cheering&lt;br /&gt;All the best in searching. And thank you once again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112947277368893819?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112947277368893819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112947277368893819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112947277368893819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112947277368893819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/10/u-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112947274452609451</id><published>2005-10-16T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:25:44.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got excellent for conduct&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have came late a million times&lt;br /&gt;Farewell assembly on Friday was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;All the laughters will be missed&lt;br /&gt;Definately&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day&lt;br /&gt;Gotta defy all odds&lt;br /&gt;especially to Mrs ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday once again, Grace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112947274452609451?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112947274452609451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112947274452609451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112947274452609451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112947274452609451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/10/got-excellent-for-conduct-even-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112912917538614798</id><published>2005-10-12T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:59:35.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evangelising in school.&lt;br /&gt;Is that right?&lt;br /&gt;I was evangelised during my secondary school days&lt;br /&gt;That's why I knew stuff about Christianity&lt;br /&gt;And God&lt;br /&gt;But I was thankful for this&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not my parents&lt;br /&gt;But I am&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to preach?&lt;br /&gt;Well I think it is Yes for some&lt;br /&gt;Gotta 'chiong' tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Come on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112912917538614798?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112912917538614798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112912917538614798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112912917538614798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112912917538614798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/10/evangelising-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112887041292466223</id><published>2005-10-09T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:11:15.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, Keith said this to me,"Man can only see what's above and couldn't see what's below us. As a result, Man is afraid of what's below us and envy of what's above us. Then they labeled what's above us to be heaven, and what's below us to be hell. Man is afraid to go below the earth, hell and wish to go above, heaven." Now, may I ask, who ever said that what's above us is heaven, and what's below us is hell. Just because we do not know what's below, we deem it as hell, the scariest and most unwanted place? And deem heaven as what we could see which is above us? What if one day you found out that it's actually the other way round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/Heaven2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/Heaven2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if one day, this guy found out that it is actually the other way round?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112887041292466223?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112887041292466223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112887041292466223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112887041292466223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112887041292466223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-keith-said-this-to-meman-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112878289837164299</id><published>2005-10-08T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T22:48:18.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, these few days were nothing but mugging, and it seems that I have less and less stuff to talk about. Sorry, if my entry is getting more and more boring. I'm becoming more and more nerdy as the As get nearer. These days, words that come out from my mum’s mouth seems to be the same "GO STUDY!" Every time I try to laze around, she will nag and nag. AHHHhhh.... Yeah I will! Just give me some peace alright? Anyway, I flunked my GP, yet again. I managed to pass it last year, but can't seem to pass it in year 2. I need to speak more good English desperately. I need to study hard to achieve my dream, my long-awaited dreammmm.... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I have been reading the papers a lot lately. The following is rather boring but it is something so far yet so close to our hearts. Its not about GP or anything. It's something close to my heart yet has been put 'on the shelf' for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading the 'The Straits Times' today, a small column of the World issue caught my attention. It is about the invading of Iraq. In the article, it was mentioned that Bush heard God's voice. God told him to invade Iraq to fight tyranny, fight the terrorist in Afghanistan, and go to Palestinians to give the Israelis peace. Although the spokesman of the White house denied it, the BBC reported that Bush said that, and even a Palestinian leader reported Bush saying that. I’m really confused now. Tell me about it, my friends (tag me alright?). If he really said that, what are the reasons behind all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dudes mug hard and play hard! Don't sound so depressing like me! *laugh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112878289837164299?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112878289837164299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112878289837164299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112878289837164299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112878289837164299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-these-few-days-were-nothing-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112860648111077225</id><published>2005-10-06T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T21:54:03.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This story tells about a man who has 4 wives. He loves the 4th wife most. He showers expensive gifts and treats delicacies to her. He didn't mind spending so much money on her as he loves her a lot. He loves the 3rd wife very much. He likes to bring her out as she is gorgeous, and thus is proud to go out with her. He too loves his 2nd wife. Whenever he has any problems, he will talk to her. She is a confidant to him, and has solved many problems for him. As for the 1st wife, she takes care of all the household chores and help to manage every single thing at home. She loves him. But, the man love her the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the man fell sick, and he knew that he was going to die. He lived with 4 wives but died alone, so he's not happy. He called upon his 4th wife and asked,"I have always showered you with the most expensive gifts, treated and love you the most, are you willingly to die with me?"The 4th wife replied, "Of course not, I haven't enjoyed the world enough, Sorry!" Then she walked away. Then he called upon his 3rd wife, and asked, "I always brought you out with me to parties and treated you so well, are you willingly to die with me?" The 3rd wife said, "No, I'm still young, not willingly to die so early yet." Then she too, walked away. Then after, the man called upon the 2nd wife, and asked, "I always sought you when I have problems. Now that I'm dying, are you willingly to go with me?" The 2nd wife replied,"I can help you with any problems, but not this one." Upon hearing, the man was devastated. "I'm willingly to die with you", the 1st wife said. The man cried, and told his 1st wife, "I should have treated you with more love and care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story reflects us. Everybody has 4 wives. 4th wife -&gt; our wealth, wealth will be useless once we are dead. 3rd wife-&gt; our status, our status will be gone when we die. 2nd wife-&gt; our friends and family, they will be gone when we die, they can't be there for us forever, that is after we die. 1st wife-&gt; our soul, only our soul will accompany is when we die. So, now there's still time to treat our 1st wife better, otherwise we will regret when we leave thie world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel unwell &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/frustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/200/frustrated.jpg" width="176" 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/11379247-112860648111077225?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112860648111077225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112860648111077225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112860648111077225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112860648111077225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-story-tells-about-man-who-has-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112791651543750420</id><published>2005-09-28T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T03:18:10.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many of us are controlled by the temptation to feel what we are supposed to feel. For example, when a couple is separated, they are supposed to be sad. Therefore, we feel obliged to feel sad even though we may not feel that sad at all. Or, we try to be brave when we are really devastated, hoping the other one to see the stronger side of you, not the weaker side of you. You want to prove that you can move on with your life even without the other one. Though you are really devastated by the breaking up, you still put on a brave front in front of the other one. That's just some food for thought. Feel your feelings, not feel what you are supposed to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still contemplating what I should do. Procrastinating again, as usual, I know I shouldn't this is a great falling, but I still have to straighten up my thoughts on what should be done. Sometimes, what one wants to do is not what one is able/should be doing. I am really afraid that if I procrastinate again, the same result will occur again. "To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under the heavens: a time to born, and a time to die; a time to love and a time to hate; a time of war and a time of peace... " Is this the time to do it right now? Sometimes I have a millions words to say, but when asked to say. I choked on my reply. I am still contemplating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for my results, so far, I got straight Ds. Well, that is not exactly the best result I was hoping for, but I have got some positives out of them. It was kinda what I aimed for, in terms of improvement. The only one left is GP. The subject that everyone feared and has difficulty passing or even scoring. Gotta work harder, and not disappoint anyone especially myself. =) Studying is something I will not procrastinate. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing, I am 1 step closer to my dream, my long awaited dream. I have not done anything for my mum to be proud of, but this will really be a great opportunity to make her proud. Not disclosing what it is, till I am really close to achieving it. Till then. Cheers! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is strange how one is able to forget something about that someone all of a sudden, even though they were once so close. Once heard that our brains works in a way whereby it will selectively forget things that saddens you. I think that's what happening to me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112791651543750420?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112791651543750420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112791651543750420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112791651543750420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112791651543750420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/09/many-of-us-are-controlled-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112748615158964857</id><published>2005-09-23T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T22:35:51.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wooohh!! What better way to celebrate the over of prelims than to go partying! Went to Coco Latte to celebrate my friends’ birthday plus. It was my last time clubbing. Though it might sound rather nerdy to do that now, when many others had gone clubbing way before they turned 18, I enjoyed myself. That is the most important thing, isn't it? =D Rashes appeared on my skin, probably due to the alcohol, but it was 'worth' it lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yah, I recently found out that many of my tutors in college are getting married or just got married! 1st, it was my civics tutor, Ms Mak. She got married earlier this year. Then, it is my Chemistry tutor, Mr Lim. He is getting married, think next year. 3rd, it is my beloved Sha Sha! She is my biology tutor, and my big motivation to do well for biology. She is getting married too at the end of this year. Love is in the air, yeah? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna enjoy myself these few days before the results are out. Then, it will be back to mugging days… =( And gotta pray and hope that result won't be that bad lah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112748615158964857?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112748615158964857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112748615158964857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112748615158964857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112748615158964857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/09/wooohh-what-better-way-to-celebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112688093102515054</id><published>2005-09-16T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T22:36:10.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A performer was performing at a certain hotel&lt;br /&gt;He took out a $50 note and showed it to the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Then he said,"I'm going to give this note to one of the audience here, those who want it, please raise up your hand."&lt;br /&gt;Nmerous hands were raised&lt;br /&gt;""Before I give it to anyone, I will do something to this note." he said&lt;br /&gt;He then crushed the $50 note with his hand and asked the audience&lt;br /&gt;"Who else still wants this $50 note?"&lt;br /&gt;The same number of hands was raised&lt;br /&gt;Then he went on to do something&lt;br /&gt;He threw the $50 note on the ground and tumbled and stepped the note with his feet&lt;br /&gt;He went on to ask, "Anybody still wants this note?"&lt;br /&gt;Yet, again the same number of hands was raised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, even after you are crushed and tumbled, the 'value' of you didn't drop. You are still special. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I close the chapter of you&lt;br /&gt;I look back and wana thk you for everything that u've done&lt;br /&gt;For cheering me on, for encouraging me, and everything&lt;br /&gt;Your strengths are great&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;will be able to appreciate them more than me&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I dun wana say&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm too afraid, or lack the courage to say&lt;br /&gt;Just that it's not the time yet&lt;br /&gt;Piorities remember?&lt;br /&gt;I can't say it just like it and leave everything lying&lt;br /&gt;Like the song I sent you, its all in there&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if u know its you&lt;br /&gt;But if you know.. yah that's what I wana say&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright like always&lt;br /&gt;Will not be easily beaten again like the last time&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112688093102515054?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112688093102515054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112688093102515054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112688093102515054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112688093102515054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/09/performer-was-performing-at-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112636528787523870</id><published>2005-09-10T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:18:55.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/cool%20down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/cool%20down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.soccernet.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.soccernet.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I need a break desperately&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/11379247-112636528787523870?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112636528787523870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112636528787523870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112636528787523870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112636528787523870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/09/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112592896955979164</id><published>2005-09-05T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:16:53.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Always being there for a person you love is almost a privilege. Having that individual open up to you completely is no longer a privilege, but something so fantastic, so stupendous that words alone are unable to describe this feeling. It's no longer a burden, not even a trace of it; in fact, it becomes a thing of wanting, of longing. To be able to lend a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on =&gt; to be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written this before, but I just feel the urge to write this once again. How wonderful it is for someone to opening up to you, and its not only your partner, it may be your friends, siblings even those you barely know. It's just something indescribable. Yah... just something to think about =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Charlotte- We believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There's a woman crying out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Her world has changed.&lt;br /&gt;She asked God why&lt;br /&gt;Her only son has died and now her daughter cries.&lt;br /&gt;She can't sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown, another day for all the suits and ties,&lt;br /&gt;Another war to fight; there's no regard for life.&lt;br /&gt;How can they sleep at night?&lt;br /&gt;How can we make things right?&lt;br /&gt;Just want to make things right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chorus-&lt;br /&gt;We believe (6x) in this love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Human in all our ways and all our pain.&lt;br /&gt;(So let it be)&lt;br /&gt;There's a love that could fall down like rain&lt;br /&gt;(Let us see)&lt;br /&gt;Let forgiveness wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;(What we need)&lt;br /&gt;And no one really knows what they are searching for&lt;br /&gt;(We believe)&lt;br /&gt;This world is crying for so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chorus-&lt;br /&gt;We believe (6x) in this love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this world is too much for you to take,&lt;br /&gt;Just lay it down and follow me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everything you need in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is damn nice haha =D&lt;br /&gt;Study hard and don't forget to play hard guys! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;One interesting fact: Humans are the only animals that copulate face to face. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile =D, cause you won't know who has fallen in love with your smile =)&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/11379247-112592896955979164?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112592896955979164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112592896955979164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112592896955979164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112592896955979164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/09/always-being-there-for-person-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112575298701448973</id><published>2005-09-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T21:32:50.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha... I miss playing tennis damn lot all of a sudden!&lt;br /&gt;Got influence by someone I guess =)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway has been mugging all day and night.&lt;br /&gt;4 walls are the only ones I "talked to"&lt;br /&gt;Some food for thought: If there's something that involves alot of pain, will you still do it? It's ur passion, but lots of pain is invloved in the process. Will you still do it?&lt;br /&gt;=)=)=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nose Digging Competition &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(with my brothers!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/Dig%20nose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/Dig%20nose.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/PICT0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="248" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/PICT0108.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Life is beautiFOOL, so are we! =)&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/11379247-112575298701448973?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112575298701448973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112575298701448973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112575298701448973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112575298701448973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/09/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112558805013067813</id><published>2005-09-01T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T17:46:23.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When a plain white paper is inked with a small dot, all the emphasis will be on the small dot, while the white part is ignored. A hundred people praise you, but only one person who criticize you, all emphasis will be again on the criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It;s normal that all emphasis is put on the disability of the contestant in Project Superstar, while his talented singing ability is ignored. Cause he's the special one, the only one who is different. While many regarded his votes as sympathy votes, I don't quite think that way. But then again, I can't disregard the sympathy completely. His disability will naturally link us with sympathy. This is just human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u donate to a disabled who is performing in the streets, other than his talent and will to perform despite his disability, there's some sympathy involved. And well, you hope that he will be able to get on with life despite being different from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, nobody says disabled can't be famous, nobody says disabled can't stand out. Don't look down on them. Disability hasn't stopped Beethoven from composing piano pieces, disability hasn't prevent one from being the president (like the one in Indonesia), disability hasn't stopped Terry Fox from asking the world to help donating to the cancer foundation. At the end of the day, disabled people is just like normal people. They do deserve every single chance that a normal human being can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I totally enjoyed Jun Jie's performance. He's very talented and very unique. He beat box, rap, and singing. All rounded I supposed. Btw, the beat box that you guys hear on radio, Perfect 10, is done my friend Dharni! He's a star now man! He's even the judge for beatbox competition. That's it for now. Gotta upload the photos which is taken when I went back Coral on Teacher's Day. That's all folks. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blessed &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/smiley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/smiley1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I missed secondary school life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I remebered, like i've said before.&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/11379247-112558805013067813?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112558805013067813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112558805013067813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112558805013067813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112558805013067813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-plain-white-paper-is-inked-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112536247444716522</id><published>2005-08-30T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T08:41:14.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've thought about this the whole night. Tossing and turning, I somehow concluded something. I'm just not up to task. I shouldn't have been appointed. I should have refused the task. A horrible job, I think everyone will agree to. I can't deny the fact that the current situation was somehow my fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112536247444716522?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112536247444716522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112536247444716522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112536247444716522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112536247444716522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/08/ive-thought-about-this-whole-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112531957872747595</id><published>2005-08-29T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:46:18.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I had one of those nightmares. It was about someone who just disappear in your life all of a sudden. Like they never knew you before. I guess those dreams happen because they're an expression of the manifestation of inner fears. They really feel so real, especially when you're not a stranger to the feelings in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I failing my job? All fingers are pointed at me when things go wrong. Even if I may be able to take it as a passing comment, these words still linger in my mind. It caused me to break down a few weeks back. But I came back stronger. Nobody's at fault. If someone is at fault, the whole "team" is at fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112531957872747595?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112531957872747595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112531957872747595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112531957872747595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112531957872747595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-night-i-had-one-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112506679042652254</id><published>2005-08-26T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T22:33:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prelims are just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I would succumb to pressure.&lt;br /&gt;"Study is not my forte", like I always say&lt;br /&gt;But not this time,&lt;br /&gt;For some reason,&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be an inner motivation&lt;br /&gt;I reckon that it comes from my mum or myself&lt;br /&gt;But I concluded it came from someone else&lt;br /&gt;"Aja Aja Wati!!" =&gt; Jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;U must too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a story:&lt;br /&gt;A monk was walking, when he heard cries coming from somewhere nearby.&lt;br /&gt;He went ahead to check out who was crying&lt;br /&gt;And found a women squatting down, crying out her lungs&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you crying, Lady?" the monk asked&lt;br /&gt;"My boyfriend just broke up with me. He doesn't love me anymore" She replied&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing, the monk laughed&lt;br /&gt;"You evil monk! You are laughing over my mishaps."&lt;br /&gt;"No, you misunderstood, Miss." The monk said&lt;br /&gt;"You have only lost someone who doesn't loves you, but he has lost someone who really loves him." The monk continued&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing, the women cried no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the chorus of &lt;em&gt;'Heaven Knows'&lt;/em&gt;, nice and meaningful song i thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back someday&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;But only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope &amp;amp; pray&lt;br /&gt;'Coz heaven knows.&lt;br /&gt;My friends keep telling me&lt;br /&gt;That if you really love her,&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta set her free&lt;br /&gt;And if she returns in time&lt;br /&gt;I'll know she's mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112506679042652254?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112506679042652254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112506679042652254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112506679042652254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112506679042652254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/08/jiayou-u-must-too-heres-story-monk-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112472787740990897</id><published>2005-08-23T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T15:07:17.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Take responsibility for all the vicissitudes of your life. Don't blame others for your misfortunes. It's not the system, it's not the school, it's not the teachers, it's not your friends, it's not your friends, it is you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes may have met a hundred times, a thousand times, maybe a million times. Not only here in Singapore but also elsewhere. But fate still seems to be playing with us. Not allowing me to say a 'Hi' to you in reality. We are just like 2 parallel lines going past each other for years and years ever since young. When will these 2 lines ever meet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112472787740990897?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112472787740990897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112472787740990897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112472787740990897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112472787740990897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/08/take-responsibility-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112471241296231748</id><published>2005-08-22T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:15:02.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;WoOOooHhh! Check this out! Haha ... Despite all the stress I've got nowadays, I feel that Love is all around me! Haha ... Rock on yah =) Firstly, the people who were down are happy yet again right now... That was one of my birthday wish... that everyone around me will be happy always, if not forever. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just some photos that were taken during my mini-celebration at Swensens on Sunday with my family. &lt;em&gt;P.S. These photos are not advisable to be viewed by those who are having an empty stomach right now, cause you will simply droooolll... =) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/Image(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/Image(011)1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/Image%28011%291.JPG" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting my main course, the pepper grilled chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/main%20course.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/Image(012)1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/Image%28012%291.JPG" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/Image(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/Image%28016%29.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it's the banana split&lt;br /&gt;Now you see.....................Now u don't...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/Image(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/Image%28017%29.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the glutton me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/Image(020).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/Image%28020%29.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, My birthday cake! It's the nutella. Haha, isn't it chocolately? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah That's it, hope you guys didn't drool yah? Yah, I got some unexpected wishes from the friends in Coral. Although we didn't stay much in contact, they still remember my birthday! Thanks to ALL!!! Haha... And Lastly, Happy Birthday to All Leos! Haha.. and especially Shuyi, Although she will not read this but Happy Birthday to you as well, cause your birthday falls on the same day as me 22/08 ! Cheerrrsss!! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112471241296231748?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112471241296231748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112471241296231748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112471241296231748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112471241296231748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/08/wooooohhh-check-this-out-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112437880796129497</id><published>2005-08-18T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:28:59.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's something interesting:&lt;br /&gt;Why do people close their eyes when they kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all depends on the perspective. BIOLOGICALLY, some anthropologist (one who studies the social relationships of human beings), believe that lips are comparable to the labia of the woman's vagina. The 'feeling' part for the lips occupies a large part in out brain. Thus, while kissing it will induce a sensory overload. By closing the eyes, sensory load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, PHYSICALLY, while kissing, 2 persons will be really close to each other, and our eyes will not be able to see clearly at this close range. This will create a blurred image of the partner and this feeling may be unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Else, EMOTIONALLY, some will prefer to close their eyes to reduce embarrassment (esp. for the 1st timers! =P), and concentrate on the feeling of tender touch and love more than anything else. In short, they simply don't wish to be disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I met you, and loved you, and hated you. Love is simply a journey of no-returns. Baby, let me forget you. Those things I have just seen it clearly this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song by YiDA. I translated it to English myself. Well, I just thought it was meaningful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112437880796129497?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112437880796129497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112437880796129497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112437880796129497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112437880796129497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/08/heres-something-interesting-why-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112428897673372865</id><published>2005-08-17T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:03:56.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright.. today was pretty much a slacking day.. Went to Harbourfront Centre and saw the show "SHOOT!" being filmed. The other parts of the day was pretty much mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I just upgraded my software of my handphone (apparently it was not upgraded when i bought it) and all my contacts and msges were deleted once again. SHUCKS! I just hate this feeling lah! haha=) Sorry for those whom I ask for contact, actually only 1, I have to ask from you again.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, as my journey to As is drawing near, I've gotta get down to some serious work. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I will just have to leave it to GOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;That was the 1st time I actually encouraged u? In the past, it was always me being encouraged.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Yup, that's it for my mundane Wednesday. The only one that can help me find my goals is myself no one else period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/Park_G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/Park_G.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Park Ji Sung. Hardworkiness is what he possess and I hope to be like him. Be a shining star eventually =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112428897673372865?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112428897673372865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112428897673372865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112428897673372865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112428897673372865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/08/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112403400585631437</id><published>2005-08-14T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T23:40:05.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WoooOoohhHH! Finally, I got my hp. =) Shopped for it for almost 2 whole hours! Can't wait to check out its cool function. But one thing, I have to ask for contacts from everyone again. Haha.. troublesome indeed. So if anyone is kind enough to sms me ur no, I will definately be very grateful! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played badminton with my classmates, some of them I've never played with. But nevertheless it's fun alright. =D Okay... nothing much to say yet again. But gotta brace myself for yet another hectic week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, to that person, Sorry that I didn't tell you anything that you have ask me. All i can say is that it's over, so don't be too bothered about it. And we will be friends forever alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And yah don't ever give up your dreams cause if you do that you will live to regret it. If you see that it's a dead end ahead, don't stop walking towards it cause you may just see hope at the corner =) Tell me how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/panasonic%20X800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/panasonic%20X800.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing my new hp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112403400585631437?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112403400585631437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112403400585631437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112403400585631437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112403400585631437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/08/woooooohhhh-finally-i-got-my-hp.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112376835362993456</id><published>2005-08-11T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:12:03.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh..... totally worn out. Yet another long day. But i'm still strong and fighting. Yes! I shall not let my parents down. Priorities are all I'm thinking about? haha... Not much thing to say, except that i wish tt people who are down to keep fighting too! Alright? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cheerfulness is your strength&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is simply irresistable&lt;br /&gt;Your optimism is what attracts me&lt;br /&gt;Happy-go-lucky is your forte&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on....&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an attracter or a magnet i should say&lt;br /&gt;And me, a dull and simple metal is just attracted to you =)&lt;br /&gt;I hope u know the way I'm feeling....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mUg Mug MUG mUG muG MuG........... ahhhh.. still can't get used to life without my handphone.. damn troublesome... shall get it soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112376835362993456?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112376835362993456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112376835362993456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112376835362993456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112376835362993456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/08/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112366507544683157</id><published>2005-08-10T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T17:40:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WoOooH! The fireworks at Tampines was just awesome! Haha ... went with my family. This is the closest I've ever been to the fireworks. I was pretty excited. And well it was enjoyable. Too bad, no photos were taken, else it will really be gourgeous. It was memorable. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now studies is my priority. Yeah! Don't doubt alright? Edwin is gonna mug mug mug.... Any other thing will be secondary right now. And that includes my lovelife and anything else. Cheers alright! I pretty much expected the ending would be like this, and would not expect anything further than what we are now. Well, guess it just boil down to that I wouldn't wana get upset by any bad outsome at this point of time, therefore I'm not willingly to commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I still; haven't got my handphone. aHH!! I'm dying without that manz.. so sorry for any inconvenience caused alright? keke And this mtv talks alot about my feelings right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't be too good, i will miss you; Don't be too caring, I might like you; Don't be too sweet, I might fall for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;P.S. This is not a sad entry. Cause I'm still happy alright? Yeah...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Frankie J : H0w to deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sometimes a man has to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And do something he doesn't wanna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Do I live my life with you as my wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Or do I go on and pursue my lifetime dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I gotta do this for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cuz if I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'll probably regret it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But if I do I'll probably regret it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;How do I cope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;How do you cope when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The one you love is with somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And there's nothing you could do about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;How do I deal with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The fact that you had a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But you chose to turn away for your career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I gotta take it though it's heartbreakin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's something that I had to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But nobody said that it would hurt so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So how do I live...how do I deal without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's killing me to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;That your heart hurts with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But you're with him cause I chose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;To be in this industry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Money, shows, and hoes come along with luxury and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Is all you see when you think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But this is the life that I was given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So I have to live it to the fullest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But how do I deal in the meantime without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;How do you cope when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The one you love is with somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And there's nothing you could do about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;How do I deal with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The fact that you had a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But you chose to turn away for your career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I gotta take it though it's heartbreakin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's something that I had to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But nobody said that it would hurt so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So how do I live...how do I deal without you&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/11379247-112366507544683157?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11379247.post-112333724243521593</id><published>2005-08-06T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:07:22.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its official. I lost my handphone. Carelessly drop it in a bus. Was so desperate that i went every 293 bus to check if it was still there. Went up at least 7 buses, till the bus uncle recognises me already. But still nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the konzert was awesome, esp. the band. Must really give them credit for the long periods of practising. Thumbs up! The CO did a great job too, esp the Erhu. Haha .. got a shock when they suddenly did the horse sound. I though it was someone laughing! haha... it was really enjoyable =). My friends and I were sitting in front, and so i was limited to only looking at the flutist. Yi xuan was one of them, she looked ravishing =) keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hope it's really a blessing in disguise =) You made my day. What a coincidence!&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/11379247-112333724243521593?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112333724243521593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112333724243521593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112333724243521593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112333724243521593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112289670761956250</id><published>2005-08-01T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:46:33.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was one of the most tiring day of the week. And there still more to come. I did lots of my tutorials! haha =D Yah another thing, i found out that Thursday I have to stay back till 5.30! OMG... that's gonna be the last thing i could ever wished. Stay strong and get As !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the photos taken during the farewell dinner for my cousin some time ago.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4063/920/320/DSCN00911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/DSCN0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at me... I'm like a pig lah... =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Despite my tiredness, you made my day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/happy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px" height="39" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/200/happy1.jpg" width="77" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;accomplished=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112289670761956250?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112289670761956250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 person i wanna thank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bear in mind the promise I made to her&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I just have to thank her&lt;br /&gt;Cause of her, i did not revert back to my old self&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to curb my temper&lt;br /&gt;It may be just a remark you will say to anybody&lt;br /&gt;But it means alot to me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, thank you mum&lt;br /&gt;You make my life worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel that there's still still Edwin&lt;br /&gt;Your advice made me realise lots of things&lt;br /&gt;I used to neglect your naggings&lt;br /&gt;But not anymore&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that help me up when I was down&lt;br /&gt;I went around searching&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you are there all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know when he's been on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That distant look is in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I thought with time you'd realize it's over, over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's not the way I choose to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And something somewhere's gotta give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A share in this relationship gets older, older&lt;br /&gt;You know I'd fight for you but how could I fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;someone who isn't even there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've had the rest of you now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I want the best of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't care if that's not fair&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I want it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's nowhere left to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or are we just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is this how it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With a simple telephone call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You leave me here with nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;There are time it seems to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm sharing you with memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I feel it in my heart but I don't show it , show it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then there's times you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As thought I'm all that you could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Those times I don't believe it's right I know it , know it&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me promises baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you never did know how to keep them well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I had the rest of you now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I want the best of you it's time to show and tell&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I want it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's nowhere left to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This song doesn't mean much, it jut makes me reminisce. Its not easy to be me. Everyone is not easy to be. So I will just be myself. (okay i don't make sense)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happiness is where you find it, very seldom where you seek it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;r cheerfulness is my happiness =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112264722326460443?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112264722326460443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112264722326460443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112230627980987833?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112230627980987833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112230627980987833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112230627980987833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112230627980987833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-sorry-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112221000937256186</id><published>2005-07-24T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:34:17.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dreams are things that we dun wish to happen in the reality&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise i guess its also known as fear?&lt;br /&gt;These few days, i dreamt alot&lt;br /&gt;For no reason&lt;br /&gt;But does it need a reason&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are very strange&lt;br /&gt;Cant explain man&lt;br /&gt;But these dreams keep my mind so busy&lt;br /&gt;That i couldnt even sleep well at night&lt;br /&gt;My shoulders are still aching&lt;br /&gt;But my mood is good&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hEr cheerfulness&lt;/em&gt;&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/11379247-112221000937256186?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112221000937256186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112221000937256186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112221000937256186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112221000937256186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/07/dreams-are-things-that-we-dun-wish-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112195642188604551</id><published>2005-07-21T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:33:41.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to complete my tutorials last night after going online.&lt;br /&gt;But fell asleep in the end without doing much.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt realise how much my shoulders were aching until today&lt;br /&gt;Been so tired lately.&lt;br /&gt;Dunnoe why.&lt;br /&gt;But i am still upbeat&lt;br /&gt;Cheering myself up everyday&lt;br /&gt;Shall complete today&lt;br /&gt;Try my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Your attitude makes me feel that your concern those days were simply out of sympathy. My impression of you had completely changed&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/11379247-112195642188604551?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112195642188604551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112195642188604551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112195642188604551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112195642188604551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/07/wanted-to-complete-my-tutorials-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112178329598273411</id><published>2005-07-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:28:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so indecisive. I can't make up my mind. It's always like this for me. This feeling is not good. In the end, it is the other party who makes the decision. And here I am, feeling regretful. This world has come to a selfish one, where one makes decision without sparing a thought for others. All my work has just gone done the drain when the other party makes the decision without asking me at all. Could I have done more? I ask myself. I thought I tried my best as I could, but it didn’t seem enough. Yet again. Why? Am I not convincing enough? I think that I have been thinking for everyone else too much. Maybe its time to think about me, myself, not anybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112178329598273411?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112178329598273411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112178329598273411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112178329598273411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112178329598273411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-so-indecisive.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112168966333693251</id><published>2005-07-18T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:47:16.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Realised that 16 July was not fireworks festival. It was merely a rehearsal for the national day as it draws near. My khakis and I were supposed to watch F4 but was cancelled somehow. Anyway we still got to watch the fireworks. Although it was not as nice as the one I watch last year, it was nevertheless gorgeous, beautiful, glamorous, exquisite, ravishing and unforgettable. Although only the guys went, it was fun anyhow. If only there was ... e&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="152" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/Image082.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rm ... haha ... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/Image084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/Image084.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/Image080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/Image080.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112168966333693251?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112168966333693251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112168966333693251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112168966333693251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112168966333693251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/07/realised-that-16-july-was-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112125444267003829</id><published>2005-07-13T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T18:25:54.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/320/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha... for pure entertainment &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a topic that has been quite disturbing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was utterly disappointed at the recent reports regarding the NKF chief. I dialed 2 calls, which totals up to about 10 bucks. Although I had some selfish reasons to donate, I seriously hoping that the money will be used to help the patients rather than using it to buy some gold-plated tap or fly first class trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 calls that I made, I had hope for 2 wishes. Its regarding 2 of my closest kin, my godmother and my dad. I will hope for these wishes to come true. But at the same time I hope the needy will be helped anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes while watching the NKF charity show, I was moved by the relentless effort by the actors and actress. How was I to know that, behind this entire moving scene, there’s a guy who earns 1.8 million in a span of 3 years. Almost a year bonuses were given to him each year. It not only let down the public who donated for the past years, it also let down the actors and actress who does all the encouragement, and most of all, the cancer and the kidney patients. It makes one ponder whether the NKF shows were just a show for the private organizations to earn the sympathy money from the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy who is working for the NKF, earning about 25,000 monthly, 550,000 yearly and at least 10 months of bonuses, how much does he donate to the patients? Some who merely earn 1000 bucks donate 50 bucks. I will just hope and pray the court will have a fair trial.Damn, I have mixed feelings about charity organizations now. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/1600/NKF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4063/920/200/NKF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Source: The Straits Times Interactive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112125444267003829?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112125444267003829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112125444267003829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112125444267003829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112125444267003829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/07/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112064742188027395</id><published>2005-07-06T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:02:01.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This word has 2 meanings:&lt;br /&gt;1) A drop of the clear salty saline solution&lt;br /&gt;2) An opening made forcibly as by pulling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 meanings are completely different, and yet it is the same word. This leads me to the perspective of people in life. There are always 2 sides to every thing e.g. pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, after having Macdonald's meal, my friend told me to not to clear the stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Hey Edwin, don't clear the stuffs, there are cleaners here to do the dirty work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"But I thought they keep encouraging us to clear and this lessen the workload of the cleaners isn't that good?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"If everyone does the same thing, the cleaners will have nothing to do. And they will not have this job anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Oh... yah true."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our laziness has actually help another person to earn a living. Ironic, it may sound. But, that's life. Here's another example, chopping of trees is never a good thing. It may destroy our earth, blah blah. But this actually helps to create jobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah just like how I screwed up my exam this time. Damn! Although I got bad results, it kinda motivated me to work harder. Keke =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happiness is not perfected until it is shared with others&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/11379247-112064742188027395?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112064742188027395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112064742188027395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112064742188027395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112064742188027395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/07/tear-this-word-has-2-meanings-1-drop.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112056911205309836</id><published>2005-07-05T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:31:24.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a story:&lt;br /&gt;A guy is going to graduate from a certain university.&lt;br /&gt;As he awaits for his graduation day, he saw a sports car&lt;br /&gt;He fell in love with it at first sight&lt;br /&gt;He told his affection to his dad, knowing that his dad would well afford it&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the graduation day arrived&lt;br /&gt;He went straight home after the ceremony, wanted to look at his beloved sports car&lt;br /&gt;When he reached home, his dad asked him into the study room&lt;br /&gt;" You've done me proud, my son!" The father said&lt;br /&gt;Then, he handed over a red rectangle box to his son&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed, the son opened the box, only to find a bible inside&lt;br /&gt;"With all the money you have, you just buy a bible for me?" the son said&lt;br /&gt;Following that, he threw the box away and ran away from home&lt;br /&gt;After many years, he decided to go back to see his dad&lt;br /&gt;Then, he received a phone call&lt;br /&gt;He learned that his dad has passed away, and willed all his money to him&lt;br /&gt;So, he went home to pack his dad's belongings&lt;br /&gt;While packing, he saw the bible, new just like the one he saw many years ago&lt;br /&gt;He flipped through the bible and saw an envelope&lt;br /&gt;There's a car key and a paper, which bears the same dealer many years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How many people forgo God's blessing just because the packaging was lousy or isn't what we wanted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So live that your memories will be part of your happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks to somebody... i have to do my homework now liao.... haha .... CyazZz... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112056911205309836?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112056911205309836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112056911205309836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112056911205309836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112056911205309836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/07/heres-story-guy-is-going-to-graduate.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112022129611808407</id><published>2005-07-01T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T20:40:54.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really felt like a fool when I heard that -- opinions from people around me. They say love is blind, it will make u accept her every mistakes no matter however grave it is, will make u love her no matter how big her flaws are, will make you still care for her no matter how she reject your concern. But, some just didn't accept the other party's mistakes, flaws and concern; they still claim they are in love with him. Are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a scary word when we use it, just like promises. At least to me it is. But, people just use it so often, that it seems that this world is full of love. Evidently, it's not. It's funny how one could turn her back on you so easily, yet saying that she loves you at the same time. It just seems so ambiguous. People seek for perfect happiness in love, just like how a student yearn for perfect As for every single exam, just like how a businessman hope that his business will earn profits from day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably one of the rare ones, who cling on to memories very tightly. Not because I like to reminisce, but some things just come back to your mind. It's an uncontrollable feeling like a reflex arc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, exams are over and I can grasp some breath before the results come back. Been rather upset these 'holiday', something to do with my class. Rachel, too were unhappy. But we concluded that it takes two hands to clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for anyone out there who thinks that I'm still upset about things that happen to me, just to tell u guys that I'm alright and I have let go of what I've been holding on to. Just like &lt;em&gt;Youfu&lt;/em&gt; in a Chinese drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happiness will never come to those who fail to appreciate what they have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112022129611808407?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112022129611808407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112022129611808407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112022129611808407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112022129611808407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-really-felt-like-fool-when-i-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-112010703399904157</id><published>2005-06-30T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:50:34.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling lethargic, walking to the classroom, images of the frightening scenario of the examinations flashed crossed my mind. As I was walking, adrenalin was pumping through my whole body. The anxiety was obvious. Upon reaching, I found myself alone (the only guy) gathered with a bunch of girls. The guys were standing at the other side. Lazily, I just stood there and converse with the gals. They started commenting on the barbequed prawn (&lt;em&gt;Ebi&lt;/em&gt;) and her apparent loss of weight, which I thought otherwise. Feeling bored, I just stood there and examined the barbequed food. I thought that I could still converse with the gals while waiting for the invigilator to let us in. Then dua tao (big head) started to say,"Have I grown fatter." Arghhh!!.. I finally realize I couldn't stay at that feminine group and decided to walk lazily to the guys' side before I die of topics like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have no bloody idea why I'm writing all this. Any story that is close to the one that I wrote is purely coincidental. Any inconvenience is regrettable! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The heart is happiest when it beats for others =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-112010703399904157?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/112010703399904157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=112010703399904157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112010703399904157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/112010703399904157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/06/feeling-lethargic-walking-to-classroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111915145933952499</id><published>2005-06-19T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T11:25:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As promised, i'm going to give a quote about happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happiness can only be sought and fought, it can never be bought. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111915145933952499?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111915145933952499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111915145933952499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111915145933952499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111915145933952499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/06/as-promised-im-going-to-give-quote.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111915123262668064</id><published>2005-06-19T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T11:20:32.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dad, this is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Father's day. And I'm hoping that I could spend every Father's Day with you. Ysterday was great, although it was merely just a simple fare , really feel like it was better than the Father's Day in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to live to see me grow up and get married and have kids. I don't wanna spend half my live without a father. I can't muster my courage to say all this to know, but I just gonna say this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna you to take care of your health, by stop smoking, eating healthily. Your illness is no joke, and it may take your life any time. Although it may seem that your health isn't that bad now, smoking is going to harm it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason I hate smoking. Cause it will just take you away from me. I just hate to see a family broke up like that, as much as I hate to see you ill. If all these words are not going to convince you, you just have to look back at those days where you were at the hospital. Those tears can never be made up, and I just want you to understand my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm hoping that you can understand how I feel. Only through this journal, am I able to say this out. Unlike, me and mum, we are able to express feelings more easily. Lastly, I hope that you will be touched enough to quit smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                               Love,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                         Edwin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111915123262668064?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111915123262668064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111915123262668064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111915123262668064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111915123262668064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/06/dad-this-is-for-you-today-is-fathers.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111899171831710085</id><published>2005-06-17T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T15:04:17.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imperfection is within most of our spiritual beings. And many yearn to be a Utopian. But, if everyone is a Utopian, does Jesus have to be crucified? He died for the sake of mankind. His blood flows, a reminder for us not to repeat our mistakes anymore. He was crucified, because he knows that we, beings are not perfect. Yet, some of us wanna be perfect. Foolish, you may call them. I would never wanna labeled them this way, cause I had been one of them too. I was naive. Our brain is classified into left and right brain, just like our thinking, Extreme I will say, as we deem ourselves either as Utopian or failure. We called this "discontinuous variation". Or rather the 'we' only refer to myself. We are just unable to let ourselves fall into the gray areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haha... From now on, Edwin will be presenting a definition of Happiness everytime he blogs. =p&lt;br /&gt;First Definition: No one can define happiness. You have to be unhappy to understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111899171831710085?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111899171831710085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111899171831710085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111899171831710085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111899171831710085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/06/imperfection-is-within-most-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111883803748600641</id><published>2005-06-15T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:03:03.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you have worked with 90% effort, give yourself a tap on your shoulder, and tell yourself,"You have done your best, regardless of the result, you should give yourself a treat."&lt;br /&gt;If you have worked with 50% effort, still give yourself a tap on your shoulder, and tell yourself, "Although you have only put in half of what you could, you have at least put in some effort. So don't be upset about it and tell yourself you should put in more effort the next time round. "&lt;br /&gt;If you have worked with 10% effort, dun forget to give yourself a tap on your shoulder too, tell yourself, " You have a lot of room for improvement. This time round you have put in little effort, but every effort means a lot. So, be happy that you are willingly to put in effort, and put in more the next time round."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perplex question of how mankind started. A minority group of scientist and billions of people believes in creationism; Jesus has resurrected from dead on Easter. So what have I got to say? I say nothing is impossible in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intelligence without inspiration is nothing; while professionalism without passion is nothing too." The fundamental key to success is to love yourself. Many of us say this, we need encouragement from friends, family and people around me to help us get up when we fall. But, one must know, no one can be there for anyone forever. Many of the times, we just need to get up ourselves and brush off those cuts and bruises and continue walking. Sometimes, we are just too reliant on others. I was reliant. But, I have learnt to be independent after all this happened. Maybe is the ego or pride of chauvinistic Edwin, but I just want to be more independent. Nevertheless, I still appreciate those people who encouraged me. Its through all this times, I know what is true friendship is. But I was just too reliant on all this, and each time I fall, I didn't know how to get up on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes after many falls, one just can't be bothered to stand up anymore. What about you? Have you get out of your nightmares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still pray for your Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad I got you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111883803748600641?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111883803748600641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111883803748600641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111883803748600641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111883803748600641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-you-have-worked-with-90-effort-give_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111874062868633842</id><published>2005-06-14T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:04:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever since the fall of Adam and Eve, women have been looked upon suspicion as she succumbed to the temptation by the serpent. They were regarded as the more gullible one between the two sexes. I think that's the reason for the cynicism in people today especially women, e.g. Denise Keller. Women today are more protective of themselves, trying not to fall into the sweet-talking of the crafty men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are still people who believe in the 'impossible', the Fairy Tale. Fairy Tales tell us that every story has a happy ending, whereby the charming prince and the beautiful princess will live happily ever after. So there comes after, the "I'll be there for you, whatever happens to you" promise appears in the marriage vow. Then after song such as "Tong Hua"; and storybook/show "A walk to remember" appears in the market. People watch and listen to it, and further believe that such things can happen. And, so more people are search for their perfect happiness relentlessly. Whereas, for me, I would say no happiness is eternal, there are merely there momentarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the ending that matters to many people. They are afraid that it may end badly, so why not end everything now, so that the hurt is lessened. But 'True love doesn't has an ending'. You see, many fear in our lives are accumulated by the experiences we had. Failure is one of the main sources. And so, we blamed ourselves for those failures, even though we put in tons of effort in it. It really hurts when the other party didn't appreciate your effort. Sadly, these kinda things happen to most of us. But friends, don't ever give up, cause the best is yet to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111874062868633842?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111874062868633842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111874062868633842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111874062868633842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111874062868633842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/06/ever-since-fall-of-adam-and-eve-women.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111855958408114837</id><published>2005-06-12T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T15:08:46.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are many trials and tribulations in our lives that we must go through. Thru these, we are able to become a stronger and probably a better person. I would not say that I have gone thru a lot. After all, I've been on this planet for merely 17 years. But I just wanna thank those people that have walked this path with me. And I try as much as I can to cherish this wonderful relationship with u guys. Sometimes, I just need a time of my own. Quieting down, thinking back what I should or shouldn't have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is mystery, and Today is a gift, that's why we call it present. Forget what happened yesterday and never look back? I can’t do that. You have, and done it so charismatically. Newfound happiness u have found, yet I could taste saltiness in my numbed mouth. Saltiness tasted from small drops of water dropped from above. I looked up to see if it was raining. It wasn't. The sun was shining high and brightly above me. Realised that it was from me. That question just stabbed my heart as I dropped into this bottomless pit. Don't come close me, I may pull you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u friends. =) You know who you are.  The smile will never be earsed from me. Thanks again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111855958408114837?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111855958408114837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111855958408114837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111855958408114837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111855958408114837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/06/there-are-many-trials-and-tribulations.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111839513079396887</id><published>2005-06-10T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T10:24:29.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now here's a story&lt;br /&gt;An old man, his son and a donkey were walking to the market&lt;br /&gt;At first, the boy was sitting on the donkey&lt;br /&gt;"How unfilial this boy is, letting his old father do all the walking" one said&lt;br /&gt;Then the boy decided to let his elderly father sit on the donkey&lt;br /&gt;A while later, another said, "This boy is so pitiful."&lt;br /&gt;So the old man also decided to walk, with his son&lt;br /&gt;As they walked, one said, "They are so stupid, not riding on the donkey"&lt;br /&gt;So the old man and the boy decided to carry the donkey&lt;br /&gt;And as they crossed a bridge, their hands slipped and the donkey dropped into the river&lt;br /&gt;Moral of story?&lt;br /&gt;You can never please everyone&lt;br /&gt;There may be 1 million people out there who loathe you. But there are also a million people who love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relentless pursuit of finding the real me seemed in vain. Especially after every fall I make. It just spells failure. Have I given it all? Those unanswered question keep flashing in my mind. All these have been hidden inside for me for a long time. I'm just not willingly to allow others to know all these. I have been revolving around my utopian world. Smile I will. But please don't say that I'm a two- faced person. I just want to pass time faster. Instead of frowning at the problems, smile seems a better and wiser decision. Life definately goes on for me. There are so many priorities and responsibilities awaiting for me. But still deep down, i'm still hurt, broken, battered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is a great falling. Don't ever wait for the next time. Cause there may never be a next time anymore. Many people left this world and ascend to heaven, only to find out that there are so many things that they wanted to do, but didn't. Many faced death with so much regret, cause they just procrastinate. I often say that I do things with no regrets. But this time, it's different. I regret punching the wall. Although I did not even using my knuckles, I made a grave mistake. It took a turning in my life. I don't feel bad for saying this out. I made a mistake. That's the fact. So what's the truth? Truth is I really regret doing it, and for the millionth time, if time can be turned back, I would never do it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally I'm willingly to pen down my feelings. I was afraid to let anyone know. Thinking that it may well destroy the happiness of someone. I don't know if it will, but if has, I'm sorry. Now as I continue to play my role, something seems to be holding me back. Fear overwhelms. In front of u, I put on a brave front. Complications arise and bother me. Right now, there's only me. Perhaps, this predicament may extend its stay with me. Every single hope evaporated. Try as i may to relinquish the thoughts and days, i still hold on to the glorious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yesterdays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111839513079396887?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111839513079396887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111839513079396887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111839513079396887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111839513079396887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/06/now-heres-story-old-man-his-son-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111832564793494851</id><published>2005-06-09T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T22:00:47.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I screamed out loud for someone to help&lt;br /&gt;Yet i dun allow that person to help&lt;br /&gt;The answer that i get is all the same&lt;br /&gt;I just can't bring myself to do it&lt;br /&gt;What happen to those beautiful days&lt;br /&gt;We dun even hold conversations now&lt;br /&gt;I still feel empty inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that i have this blog&lt;br /&gt;To pen down my feelings&lt;br /&gt;The only way i can express it&lt;br /&gt;Laughter are merely obligations&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to be happy&lt;br /&gt;Why frown when u can smile?&lt;br /&gt;But yet deep down inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so torn apart&lt;br /&gt;No one understand&lt;br /&gt;But i dun even understand myself&lt;br /&gt;So why expect others to understand me?&lt;br /&gt;All my life i have been the listening ear to others&lt;br /&gt;I have been the passive one&lt;br /&gt;I believe in fate&lt;br /&gt;So i seldom take initiative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking into this quicksand&lt;br /&gt;And i'm halfway before i'm fully sinked&lt;br /&gt;A mask i have been wearing ever since u are out of my life&lt;br /&gt;And i feel like i'm a bad actor&lt;br /&gt;With a lousy script written for me&lt;br /&gt;Yet lights are shining on me&lt;br /&gt;And i have to act out my role&lt;br /&gt;The happy-go-lucky Edwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried as much as i could&lt;br /&gt;To help people who are toubled&lt;br /&gt;As they confided in me&lt;br /&gt;Yet i realised i couldn't&lt;br /&gt;I'm concerned about others feelings rather than myself&lt;br /&gt;And people think that i'm trying to be noble&lt;br /&gt;If the ones i love is drowning&lt;br /&gt;I would definately save them&lt;br /&gt;No doubt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111832564793494851?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111832564793494851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111832564793494851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111832564793494851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111832564793494851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-screamed-out-loud-for-someone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111810712994612045</id><published>2005-06-07T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:40:11.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- That's When I'll Stop Loving You -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When winter comes in summer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;When there's no more love forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;That's when I'll stop loving you (that's when I'll stop loving you)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard these words before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;And I know it's hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;For you to trust him once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;You're afraid it all might happen again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;And a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;You're scared of breaking again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;But you've gotta believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;I'll never leave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;You never cry as long as I am there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;And I will always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;You will never be without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;When winter comes in summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;When there's no more love forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;When lies become the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Oh you'll know then baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;That's when I'll stop lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;That's when I'll stop lovin' you (that's when I'll stop lovin you)&lt;br /&gt;As long as sunlight lights the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Light of love will be found in these eyes of mine (these eyes of mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;And I will shine that light for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;You're the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;That will heal this heart too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;What I'm tryin' to say is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Nothing will change this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;There will be no time that you won't find me there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;'Cause I will always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;You will always have all my love&lt;br /&gt;And when this world doesn't turn anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;When the stars all decide to stop shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;'Til then I'm gonna be by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;I'm gonna be lovin' you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Everyday of my life (oh oh yeah yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Well then you know baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;That's when I'll stop lovin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;'That's when I'll stop lovin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;'That's When I'll stop lovin' you... (oooooooooooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;This is for U*... yah U* ... dun doubt... It has always been you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;I'm still here... always been here ... I've moved on ... but never away from U*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;"If I had the letters "HRT", I can add "EA" to get a "HEART" or a "U*" and get "HURT". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;But I'd rather choose "U*" and get "HURT" than have a "HEART" without "U*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;I choose to get hurt... and that's wad i choose well... no regrets*&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/11379247-111810712994612045?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111810712994612045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111810712994612045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111810712994612045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111810712994612045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/06/thats-when-ill-stop-loving-you-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111807005694154256</id><published>2005-06-06T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T23:00:56.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wanted to ask her a question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;But after that i decided not to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;If she wanted to tell me, she will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I dun wan to force her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Or make her feel uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So i will never thk of asking that question again&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/11379247-111807005694154256?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111807005694154256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111807005694154256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111807005694154256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111807005694154256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-wanted-to-ask-her-questionbut-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111802878403362483</id><published>2005-06-06T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T11:35:48.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Emotions get the better of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I'm numb to all this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Heart shattering is the common 'sound' in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I feel like a complete idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&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/11379247-111802878403362483?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111802878403362483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111802878403362483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111802878403362483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111802878403362483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/06/emotions-get-better-of-meim-numb-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111779633916426467</id><published>2005-06-03T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T19:05:16.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank god that my dad is alright...&lt;br /&gt;His thumb got kinda swollen and it was said that it may hav to be amputated&lt;br /&gt;Thank god that it's nt serious ...&lt;br /&gt;or else i really dunno wad i shld do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a failure in many aspects of my life&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless i always look on the bright side and hope that thgs improve&lt;br /&gt;some didn't ... i was utterly disappointed&lt;br /&gt;but STILL i dun wana give up&lt;br /&gt;that's Edwin yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... on a happy note ... i enjoyed the outing with my pw grp&lt;br /&gt;haha.. mux be wondering why pw grp still go out huh...&lt;br /&gt;not for pw obviously&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the day i'm very glad we have each other yah ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;go&gt;(go to rach's blog to see our neoprint... not very nice though)=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Leaf depart becos tree didn't ask her to stay?&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/11379247-111779633916426467?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11379247.post-111720046962085305</id><published>2005-05-27T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:27:49.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was GP exam .... did sth related to marriage (wad a small world huh?) ... didnt have much confidence abt this paper... nevertheless ... have to start mugging liaoz .... so this holiday will be rather hectic ... have so much plans for myself...... dun wana let anyone down esp. my mum ... she's the best! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having many thoughts abt my stuff  .... rather confused... but i noe somehow i have to straighten out my thoughts.... yup .... keke ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111720046962085305?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111720046962085305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111720046962085305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111720046962085305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111720046962085305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-was-gp-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111573543030910950</id><published>2005-05-16T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:06:30.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dun be amazed cos i'm not the Edwin i used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cos people do change afterall isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dun question wadever happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Accept it cos it's the harsh reality of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Dun ask me why i'm feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I've finally realise it's not only about feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dun inquire the meaning of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dun say that i didn't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*U didn't give me a chance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dun hide your feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Regrets will follow after that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Dun do things you never wish to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cos we only got a hundred years to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dun be afraid of the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;God create day and night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Dun be ashamed to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Even heros have a right to bleed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It's getting harder and harder to understand 'u'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;People say that the true 'u' can only be found after a few years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But is it really true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Have i mistaken 'u'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Everyone has their own opinion of 'u' and it differs a LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;There's no right and wrong about their opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Everyone has their own freedom of speech yah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Have a mind of my own, and risk being the one being wronged all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I have no place in my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But 'u' have a place in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;'u' come in many forms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and i wish that i could have all of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;'u' are so significant in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;still is and will be definately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;'u' are present in many aspects &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;be it the things i do or the people around me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Some are so happy everyday that it seems that dey have no worries at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Some are so sad everyday that it seems that dey have no joy at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Some say that i seem very troubled... i guess its just that i think abit more than others yah?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;I'll stand by you- Girls Aloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When you're standing at the crossroads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And don't know which path to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Let me come along'cause even if you're wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'll stand by you&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/11379247-111573543030910950?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111573543030910950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111573543030910950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111573543030910950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111573543030910950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/05/dun-be-amazed-cos-im-not-edwin-i-used.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111590740430081347</id><published>2005-05-12T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:23:40.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's over  ........  Tennis tournament has come to an end...... We lost narrowly Everyone were soooo disappointed....... Heads were down .......So near yet so far, So close to winning the match against SAJC 3-2 is the score, hearts were broken......... So much were at stake, Glory, colours award, everything..... This year is a bad year for me ............. Everything never seems to go right for me...... "If Only" were the words among the tennis guys........... If Only the line-up was right.........................................ZzZzzzzZZzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111590740430081347?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111590740430081347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111590740430081347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111590740430081347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111590740430081347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111549472090709918</id><published>2005-05-08T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:37:31.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday was Songfest night "Let's Jam" ... It was a wonderful concert, sitting with those soccer guys make me feel so high that night ... haha ... some performances were great ... while some were hilarious "Love me, Dun Leave!" ... haha ... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was just another hectic week for me ... as soon as i lie on the bed... i will fall asleep immediately .... didnt feel that well during the weekends ... so didnt go anyway but rest at home and ... SLEEP... haha ... needed lots of rest ... and sleep doesnt realli help much ... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, next Wednesday ... we will be up against SAJC ... and have to pray and hope that we will win that match and we will be through to the Semis ... the other opponent is RJC ... chances of winning them is rather slim... so have to pin all hopes on the SAJC match ... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is Mother's Day! In the past it's nth special .. but definately not dis year... keke ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When our eyes met that day ... somehow the feeling is just so special and unforgettable... maybe that's why they say "Love is forever"&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/11379247-111549472090709918?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111549472090709918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111549472090709918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111549472090709918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111549472090709918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/05/friday-was-songfest-night-lets-jam.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111471373189435188</id><published>2005-04-29T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T15:46:26.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You're in My Thoughts and Prayers. I know this time is very hard for you, and though I can't change all that you're going through, I hope you know I care about you so much and I'm praying for you every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Nowadays, it seems that people around me are just having probably their worse time of their life ... yet i couldn't do ath to help dem .... those include people who cheered me up during my worse time ... i feel so useless ... dey helped me but i cldn't help dem ... aRgHh... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyway, we won tjc 4-1 and into the 2nd round of the competition ... well saw felicia during the the tjc, haha and keep asking me the scores and stuff... Draw will be out next week ... so jux hope it will turn out well and we will make it to the semis yah?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111471373189435188?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111471373189435188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111471373189435188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111471373189435188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111471373189435188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/04/youre-in-my-thoughts-and-prayers.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111435961579375390</id><published>2005-04-24T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T00:22:01.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Courage is not the lack of fear. It is acting in spite of it. (Mark Twain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How true. When one has the courage to do smthg, it doesn't one doesn't has fear, but that one is willingly to fight fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this week is a hectic week, even during weekends ... when will i have a anytime to take a rest!? And, TPJC guys tennis team beat AJC 5-0 but lost to VJC 1-4 ... Well, not a bad result... but the gers team did our sch proud... dey beat NJC ... that wasn't expected but dey fought till the end .. anyway i learned a phrase dis week "you reap wad you sow" yah... that's very true ... so gotta put in tons of effort in wadever i do now esp. studies(Hopefully) ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;True Love has no ending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Only people who has experienced true love will understanding this quote... i understood&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/11379247-111435961579375390?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111435961579375390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111435961579375390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111435961579375390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111435961579375390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/04/courage-is-not-lack-of-fear.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111374983870371309</id><published>2005-04-17T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:34:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust, What is trust?&lt;br /&gt;The assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, or truth of someone or something, one in which confidence is placed&lt;br /&gt;So what happens when this trust is misplaced? When something happens which makes YOU want to turn your back on all these assured reliances that you yourself have placed on a particular person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt that the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But NEVER doubt I love.&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i dun trust people easily... but once i trust someone ... i will never doubt her.... even if it means tt she lying to me, or didn't mean it at all... i will still trust her ... therefore i hope that she will be true to her feelings and never give up... every word i say is true this i promise u ... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A lie is a lie, a sin is a sin... thus i hate to lie even if it's a white lie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember:&lt;br /&gt;50 years from now&lt;br /&gt;i would be old&lt;br /&gt;i may forget u&lt;br /&gt;i may not remember ever knowing u&lt;br /&gt;or may forget that i once care and love u&lt;br /&gt;i might&lt;br /&gt;but i won't&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every promise i made, i will never break it again as long as i live....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every moment we spent together, i will keep it close to my heart forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every word u said to me, i will remember as long as i remember u....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every single gift u gave me, i will keep it with me for all my life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's how special u are in my heart.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Memory is a capricious thing, belonging not in the world of reason and logic but in the realms of dreams&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/11379247-111374983870371309?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111374983870371309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111374983870371309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111374983870371309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111374983870371309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/04/trust-what-is-trust-assured-reliance.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111340225323179785</id><published>2005-04-13T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T22:24:13.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5-0 ... that's the score for the result for our 1st match against MI ... It was expected and we won ... everyone celebrated except me ... cos i lost the chance to play ... i just hate myself for not learning tennis earlier so that i will be good enough to play ... it just make me thk alot ... well in the end the team's result will be more imprtant and whether i play or not is secondary ... well just hope that the team will get into the semis cos they really have the potential to do that ... ZzzZzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We are stronger than our fears and more competent than our worries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Richard Carlson "&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/11379247-111340225323179785?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111340225323179785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111340225323179785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111340225323179785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111340225323179785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/04/5-0.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111305890515225779</id><published>2005-04-09T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:06:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!</title><content type='html'>Yeah... i've changed my skin! Cool eh? I love the song 'perfect' by simple plan ... keke ... anyway have found my 'joy' that seem so lost for the past month ... can't say why yet .. but i just found out how amazing fate is ... to allow 2 ppl who has not really met in the reality, to actually meet virtually... haha ... i just wana believe in fate more and more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the tennis tournament is nxt wednesday ... i hope people will come down to support the team .. although i dun thk i will be involved... but i really wish that people will come down to support ... we really need that! It will be held on the homeground ... so people plz come down and support! Semi-Finals Here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111305890515225779?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111305890515225779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111305890515225779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111305890515225779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111305890515225779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy.html' title='Happy!'/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111271161664665894</id><published>2005-04-05T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:14:50.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one said that this was going to be easy.&lt;br /&gt;No one said it was going to be smooth sailing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;No one said it was going to hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt;No one said it was going to be so hard at times.&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;No one said it was going to be this wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It doesn't matter how much he loved her ... cos no matter how deep his love is for her ... he can't be there for her when's she's down, can't hug her when she needs assurance and can't tell her how much he loves her for she doesn't has faith in him anymore ... it comes to a point where no matter how hard he tries it doesn't matter &lt;em&gt;"I tried so hard and got so far, in the end it doesn't even matter" &lt;/em&gt;I'm able to be the love consultant of many ... but in the end ... i can't even solve my own... ironic isn't it? i feeling like a masquerade as the days pass by... sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything---Katherine Hepburn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111253169486180828</id><published>2005-04-03T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:45:15.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I guess this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;you're really leaving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I heard your suitcase say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And as my broken heart lies bleeding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;You say true love in suicide&lt;br /&gt;You say you've cried a thousand rivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And now you're swimming for the shore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;You left me drowning in my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And you won't save me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm praying to God you'll give me one more chance, girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;These five words I swear to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'll be there for you I'd live and I'd die for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Words can't say what a love can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I know you know we're had some good times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;How they have their own hiding place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I can promise you tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But I can't buy back yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And Baby you know my hands are dirty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But I wanted to be your valentine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;When you get drink, I'll be the wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And I wan't there when you were happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I wasn't there when you were down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I didn't mean to miss your birthday, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I wish I'd seen you blow those candles out &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;This song is by Bon Jovi... a rather old song but means a millions words... Even an incredible man like Lee Kuan Yew cries ... wad more to expect a normal guy like me ... to be there for someone isn't an easy thing cos u need the person to open up completely to you... but when it comes to a point where she doesn't has the faith in you anymore ... it will be pointless no matter how much one tries... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i've understand alot of things during this period .... "I love you, I love you, I love you" .... i understood wad that means ... i really do ... being able to say out this so many times goes to show how much u felt for me ... but i just didn't get it ... i guess it's just too late ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Always being there for a person you love, is almost a previlege. Having that individual open up to you completely is no longer a previlege, but something so fantastic, so stupendous that words alone are unable to describe this feeling. It's no longer a burden, not even a trace of it, in fact, it becomes a thing of wanting, of longing. To be able to lend a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, to be there for you.&lt;/em&gt;&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/11379247-111253169486180828?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111253169486180828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111253169486180828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111253169486180828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111253169486180828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-guess-this-time-youre-really-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111228056442276458</id><published>2005-03-31T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:57:19.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True love is found when u saw her flaws, understands her weaknesses and overlooked her imperfection, yet you still can't live without her... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;got this from "Chase" ... well i thought this is rather meaningful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've thought of a place to bring the most important person in my life to ... it's a wonderful place where the best sceneries can be seen ... haha .. and guess wad .. i'm not going to say the place .. haha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live Strong" , the yellow band, i've decided to get it from one of my peeps ... and well its not for fashion, its purely for charity ... it contributes to the cancer foundation and people who knows me well enough, will know that it has something to do with my dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe that i'm just avoiding right now... but that's the only way i can return back to my normal life... i jus cant afford to disappoint the people ard me esp. my parents ... and sometimes i just dun behave how i feel... as much as i hate to be 2-faced... i cant thk of any ways anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111228056442276458?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111228056442276458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111228056442276458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111228056442276458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111228056442276458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/03/true-love-is-found-when-u-saw-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111184250449204362</id><published>2005-03-26T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T20:11:56.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a very meaningful day for me cos i was invited to City Harvest church service at the indoor stadium ... alot of thgs happened that almost moved me to tears esp. when i saw so many ppl was healed by god, in just split seconds... it was my 1st time seeing this scene ... i also get to noe many ppl who is in Mel's cell grp ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the existence of god.. but just refused to let myself be healed cos simply i dun deserve this ... it's difficult to explain ...sometimes i just looked down on myself alot ... i wasn't like this in the past ... bottom line is people change isn't it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum also played a huge role in me making the decision... &lt;em&gt;god create us and our mother bring us into this world&lt;/em&gt; ... so i have responsibility in repaying her and not be rebellious to her isn't it ..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm confused and lost now.. i hope that "she" who's so close to me  in my heart will be able to help me... "In my heart, i treat u as one of my family member already... so i really hope u can help me find my answer."&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/11379247-111184250449204362?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111184250449204362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111184250449204362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111184250449204362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111184250449204362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-was-very-meaningful-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111167414539665611</id><published>2005-03-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:32:18.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He:Did I hear you right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cause I thought you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let's think it over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You have been my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I never planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Growing old without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shadows bleeding through the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where the love once shined so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Came without a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't let go on us tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Love's not always black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Haven't I always loved you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She:But when I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're almost here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I know that's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And when I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm close to tears'cause your only almost here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He:I would change the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If I had a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh won't you let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Treat me like a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Throw your arms around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh please protect me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Both:Bruise and battered by your words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Days are shattered, how it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He:Oh, haven't I always loved you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She:But when I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're almost here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I know that's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And when I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm close to tears'cause your only almost here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Both:Bruise and battered by your words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Days are shattered, now it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He:Haven't I always loved you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She:But when I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're almost here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He:Well I never knew how far behind I'd left you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She:And when I hold you You're almost here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He:Well I'm sorry that I took our love for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Both:And now I'm with you I'm close to tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He:Cause I know I'm almost here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Both:Only almost here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This song said alot about my thoughts about it ... I wanted so bad to be there for her but i'm only almost there.... Although i may look strong ... sometimes i just break down completely and wish that i'm nv exist at all ... i just can't afford to let down the people around me ... they encourage me again and again .. but i let myself fall yet again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;~&lt;em&gt;Love is not about loving the perfect person, it's about loving an imperfect person perfectly~&lt;/em&gt;&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/11379247-111167414539665611?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111167414539665611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111167414539665611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111167414539665611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111167414539665611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/03/hedid-i-hear-you-rightcause-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111150262919541165</id><published>2005-03-22T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:43:49.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today went to hosp.. doc told me i need another operation ... which is totally opposed by my mum .... tt's the only way to improve my hearing .... but my mum doesnt want me to go for operations again and again cos i had this operation like 4-5 times liao? There's no cure .. haiz ... wad worse things can happen to me manz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111150262919541165?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111150262919541165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111150262919541165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111150262919541165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111150262919541165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-today-went-to-hosp.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111141135596403935</id><published>2005-03-21T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:30:58.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will be there for me?</title><content type='html'>When asked "Which of the following is most important to me :Achievement, Character, Fame, Family, Friends, Happiness, Health, Love, Money, Power" I will choose Love ... Happiness cannot last for a lifetime, Money, power, fame will never be most important to me ... As for family and friends, without love, it's just nothing ... Many past experience has made me lost alot of faith in this thing though .. but i believe it again and again ... despite all the pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad she has found her love of her life and starts to smile again ... someone who can and will be there for her ... That's wad she needs ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't found mine .. but somewhere down the road, i guess a girl will appear in my life and be there for me ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111141135596403935?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111141135596403935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111141135596403935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111141135596403935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111141135596403935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/03/who-will-be-there-for-me.html' title='Who will be there for me?'/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111128561066975893</id><published>2005-03-20T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T10:52:24.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well this holiday .. i got more tanned; lost some weight and lose something that is the most important thing in my life-&gt; my love ... Meeting her was the luckiest thing i've ever had ... and i've not regretted loving her ... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"There is nv 1 sec i nv miss u.. nv 1 min i nv stop tinkin of u.. n nv 1 hr i nv long for u.. n nv 1 day i wil stop luvin u&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but till that day, i decided to move on ... cos i'm jux not good enuff for her .... feelings have not fade .. but i just have to move on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-when u didn't respond to my calls and msg, i tot u needed some time and space but i got it all wrong again, like the last time-&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/11379247-111128561066975893?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111128561066975893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111128561066975893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111128561066975893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111128561066975893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-this-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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-11379247.post-111107039499864388</id><published>2005-03-17T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T22:49:38.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, i've decided to move on the moment she says i am not the right guy for her ... i can't give security to the one i love ... sorry... i'm just not rationale and mature enough ... &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've loved u till the moment u told me i'm not the right guy for u ... at tt moment i've decided to move on ....Sorry if i've hurt u in the process &lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; i guess i'm just not dun deserve to love and be loved ... i hope that she will be able to find the right guy ... and stay happy always ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me... i will move on ... i've kind of sorted out my feelings.... and without god's help ... i will jus get on with my life ... have to adapt to the sudden changes ... but i've to stay strong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11379247-111107039499864388?l=edwons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/feeds/111107039499864388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11379247&amp;postID=111107039499864388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111107039499864388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11379247/posts/default/111107039499864388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwons.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-ive-decided-to-move-on-moment-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394127704611729511</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>
