<?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-10231742</id><updated>2012-01-24T10:57:41.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dennis of many faces</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231742.post-8223756794037139605</id><published>2008-10-04T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:00:27.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially shifted all my crap to Wordpress</title><content type='html'>if ya don't know the address, click on &lt;a href="http://eatuwhole.wordpress.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. i know it's a trouble but relink me people!! thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on to a new chapter, but the past shall remain for it is for them that i am what i am today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8223756794037139605?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/8223756794037139605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=8223756794037139605' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8223756794037139605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8223756794037139605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/10/officially-shifted-all-my-crap-to.html' title='Officially shifted all my crap to Wordpress'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231742.post-6563957781505704161</id><published>2008-10-04T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:50:20.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice one dennis</title><content type='html'>your laptop is screwed up and now you washed your mp3 player in the washing machine together with your berms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-6563957781505704161?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/6563957781505704161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=6563957781505704161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/6563957781505704161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/6563957781505704161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/10/nice-one-dennis.html' title='nice one dennis'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-5144867881023086116</id><published>2008-10-02T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:23:28.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Zhenyan! Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri and Happy Children's Day!</title><content type='html'>3 reasons to be happy! though i'm not a child anymore but i still remember as a kid i used to look forward to children's day when teachers would give us sweets and little gifts and i would finish them all at once! though not a muslim i wish all muslims a Selamat Hari Raya Adilfiltri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only celebrated the first reason to be happy! which is Zhenyan's 18th birthday! We went to New York New York to have our dinner. the food was well.... average. i guess american food ain't really supposed to be impressive. but american food are suppose to be huge! which doesn't really coincide with the amount they serve at NYNY. i had fish and chips. it tasted kinda fishy and i didn't like it. i would of course prefer the ones from Fish and Co. It was nice seeing old friends gathering again although it's always these few people coming together, perhaps the next time we gather we should get more people. but this really is a bad time with the JC students preparing for the As. After the As! We'll have a full-fledged gathering definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SOOwh0pmJnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IjRty2TvX6E/s1600-h/01102008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SOOwh0pmJnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IjRty2TvX6E/s320/01102008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252235685559412338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anybody noticed, there's a extra link here. i've started using wordpress. but i take about 2 weeks as probation period then u'll see whether i decide to use it or not. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-5144867881023086116?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/5144867881023086116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=5144867881023086116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5144867881023086116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5144867881023086116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-zhenyan-selamat-hari.html' title='Happy Birthday Zhenyan! Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri and Happy Children&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SOOwh0pmJnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IjRty2TvX6E/s72-c/01102008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231742.post-1276778186000253772</id><published>2008-09-30T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:56:34.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally. end of F1.</title><content type='html'>if anyone wanted to know. the panadol worked yesterday! fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the first day of F1 was seriously i think the worst day of them all. i couldn't sleep the night before and during about 8pm i felt a little dizzy. everything and everyone were just spinning around me as i stood still for a few seconds somewhere in the room out of the way of anyone but then i knew i had to move. i was in a complete state of blur-ness. i hate that kind of feeling of being able to process everything that is going on around u properly. especially in the middle of work, because it spells disasters. perhaps it was fatigue, it made me wonder how everyone was moving, how they were feeling and what they were thinking because at that moment i couldn't understanding how i was feeling so tired and faint.  but fortunately i managed to pull through with that blur-ness for the rest of the night. u could have called me a walking zombie. i was plain following instructions from my guests, my captains and fellow staff during that period of time. i worked OT though i was really really tired because winnie and chris were so motivated to continue working. and i felt bad for not leaving early with daphne because she was the only one who was not doing OT. sorry!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 5 hours lying in bed, time to go to work again. i decided the second day i would not stay for overtime. in the end i still stayed. know why? not because i wanted to stay. because they forgot to inform me to leave the place! in the end i blur blur continue working until 10.30pm when i was suppose to stop at 9pm. then well... i guess i didn't have any choice so i continued. but it wasn't as bad as the first day because i was able to get some rest the last night but still, i woke up feeling sick but it got better as the day progressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day three. the previous post was published in the morning of the day itself. but it wasn't that bad. i must say i was elated when people started leaving the premises after the f1 race ended! only some people stayed to socialise and watch the after-race interview with the racers. took a cab home after work and got a can of beer to drink on the way home for a mini mini celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends i made through this event! jeremiah! winnie and chris! our captain: juliana! Aik Boon, from meritus mandarin banquet. and a couple of people from RP although i only have one of their contacts. hahahaha! i guess i'm not a very sociable person eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. finally it's over. 3 nights of aching soles and walking like a noob because of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-1276778186000253772?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/1276778186000253772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=1276778186000253772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/1276778186000253772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/1276778186000253772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-end-of-f1.html' title='finally. end of F1.'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-8129443528190939843</id><published>2008-09-28T08:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:36:45.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is hell</title><content type='html'>cold sweat, headache, leg hurts, flu, 10 hours of sleep in 2 days and one more day (18 hours) to go. fuck it. i'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me panadol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8129443528190939843?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/8129443528190939843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=8129443528190939843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8129443528190939843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8129443528190939843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-is-hell.html' title='today is hell'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-4219749067746534489</id><published>2008-09-26T05:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:13:48.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5.41am</title><content type='html'>i think i'm STILL trying to get out of the night watcher life. i'm sleeping in the day and super active at night. i'm nocturnal. dammit. i think i should really force myself awake in the day and force sleep myself at night. KAYHOWE GIVE ME SOME OF UR SLEEPING AIDS!!! I NEED THEM!! damn i'm just afraid i'll be tired for the rest of the day. today's the F1 job!!! argh. wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, bert's suggesting i switch over to wordpress. i created one already but haven really start on it. but i bet u can guess the url of the blog. still considering whether to switch over, i guess i'll decide by the end of next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-4219749067746534489?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/4219749067746534489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=4219749067746534489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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went to bed at 1am last night. that means i only bloody slept 3 hours!! wtf? i don't understand why i cant get to sleep!! damn. anyway, i'm going lavendar in the afternoon today to collect my pay 350 bucks for 7 sleepless nights and sleepy daylights. i'm gonna go get my speakers!! muahaha! finally. no more buzzing speakers! no more stupid laptop lousy sound! hahaha!  i'm  freakin bored, i think i'll go play some games or something, maybe i'll get tired after playing for awhile. i spent too much recently as always. last night went buffet. damn.. 29 dollars. argh. i'm gonna find 1 more job after F1! probably an event job to make somemore money. next semester is going to be fucking expensive. i'm going out of the country with alvin, andrew and ngiafung at the end of the year too. they blamed me for not going with them last year to HK. hahaha! sorrry lah had no money. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna have to beg them to go somewhere cheaper. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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up'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-8454671269715269273</id><published>2008-09-16T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:30:29.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish it would rain</title><content type='html'>i wish it would rain heavy&lt;br /&gt;a thunderstorm would be nice&lt;br /&gt;the deafening rages of the sky&lt;br /&gt;drowning my ears in a vacuum&lt;br /&gt;stealthing me&lt;br /&gt;i'm there but you will not see me&lt;br /&gt;the rain is my barrier&lt;br /&gt;within it is my freedom&lt;br /&gt;you are there but i will not see you&lt;br /&gt;the rain blinds me&lt;br /&gt;and it is your freedom&lt;br /&gt;please rain....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8454671269715269273?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/8454671269715269273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=8454671269715269273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8454671269715269273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8454671269715269273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wish-it-would-rain.html' title='i wish it would rain'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-8105549607661317139</id><published>2008-09-16T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T04:02:35.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd night at work</title><content type='html'>today don came to accompany me, he gave me some moon tarts which taste really good. it would have cost 80 dollars if it was bought during the moon cake festival season at his booth at novena square. and i got it for free!! well.. but today something unlucky happened too. i held a mouthful of spoilt nutrisoy in my mouth for 10 seconds. don helped me look after the place while i went to pee and get some drinks, i decided i should get some soya bean milk, so i bought the usual reduced sugar nutrisoy. i only drank it after i reached the event place, the first mouth i took, wtf. the texture of the liquid felt freakin disgusting. slimy, thick and and a little granulated. i ran to look for a dustbin to spit it out. i poured some of the liquid on some of the soil nearby, tmd. the liquid came out in blobs! wtf. i went back to change for another carton. ddammit, i'm not going to buy nutrisoy anymore. tmd tmd tmd. fucking fucking fucking disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it came to my mind, i walked past a puddle of white liquid and a you tiao on the ground. and what goes well with you tiao? soya bean milk. so why pour it on the ground? because it's not fit for drinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8105549607661317139?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/8105549607661317139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=8105549607661317139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8105549607661317139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8105549607661317139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/09/3rd-night-at-work.html' title='3rd night at work'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-1693857018326654419</id><published>2008-09-15T02:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T03:08:37.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fairytail.</title><content type='html'>when the pain is gone&lt;br /&gt;longingness is all that remains&lt;br /&gt;staring out by the window&lt;br /&gt;into the boundless fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond her eyes&lt;br /&gt;a tiny silhouette upon the skyline&lt;br /&gt;closer and closer&lt;br /&gt;louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clad in polished armour&lt;br /&gt;and a handsome horse&lt;br /&gt;he asks for her hand&lt;br /&gt;she blushes and looks away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor farmer looks on&lt;br /&gt;his browned clothes of open windows&lt;br /&gt;and his good ol' loyal donkey&lt;br /&gt;whimpers as if understanding his tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond his eyes&lt;br /&gt;a blurred fairytail movie&lt;br /&gt;where the girl&lt;br /&gt;finally rides off with her prince&lt;br /&gt;to a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappearing slowly into the distance&lt;br /&gt;aggravating his pain&lt;br /&gt;then gone&lt;br /&gt;no movie nor pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the pain is gone&lt;br /&gt;longingness is all that remains&lt;br /&gt;staring out by the window&lt;br /&gt;into the boundless fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-1693857018326654419?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/1693857018326654419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=1693857018326654419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/1693857018326654419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/1693857018326654419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-pain-is-gone-longingness-is-all.html' title='A fairytail.'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-3240691873325881354</id><published>2008-09-15T02:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T02:45:38.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd night of work (now)</title><content type='html'>i'm on my laptop sitting in on a stage in the middle of a small clearing at bedok interchange. cool eh, everyone who walks past will be looking at ya. sense the sarcasm? been playing warcraft for the past few hours since like 12am? this place is totally empty except for afew people who drop by to patronise the ATMs nearby. stupid job. no toilet breaks, alone. somehow i don really feel afraid here at all. oh yeah, i didn't mention yesterday some malay boys walked by and they kept calling me uncle. like 5 times in 1 minute; the time which they passed by me. i believe i don't look that old. uncles normally are 30+ right? i'm only 18!! dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hate this love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-3240691873325881354?l=eatuwhole.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-10231742.post-4175714072981667294</id><published>2008-09-14T08:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:06:24.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first night of work</title><content type='html'>it's a stupid job. people told me to reject it but i didn't listen, i went with it. well. it really is stupid and i better shit before i go to work tonight. i am night watcher dennis and i guard event equipments. 50 dollars for a night. i think i'm damn stupid. i have to endure for another 7 days. it's really bloody boring. i'm bring my laptop tonight, i hope there's an internet connection there if not i really gonna die. i finally finished 'A thousand splendid suns' by khaled hosseini which i borrowed from albert. finally i can return the book to him, hahaha! lucky for me, last night kayhowe came with supper! wanton mee and carrot cake! AND................. JOLLY SHANDY!!! and mentos and bread. hahaha! he was with me for around 3 or 4 hours i think, hell. after he left i was just reading my book, cheonging like siao. never cheonged a book until so heong before. after i finished the book i listened to my mp3 and walked around. seriously, i felt like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-4175714072981667294?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/4175714072981667294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=4175714072981667294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4175714072981667294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4175714072981667294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-night-of-work.html' title='first night of work'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-2971986251882940499</id><published>2008-09-13T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:43:41.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold me till the morning comes - Paul Anka and Peter Cetera</title><content type='html'>I know y'all probably hate my songs because they're old, but listen to this one! REALLY nice, never bluff sia! hahaha! Peter Cetera is the guy who used to be the lead singer of Chicago.. if u don't know Chicago is a band, and they were really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;Neither one knows what to say&lt;br /&gt;Both falling for love&lt;br /&gt;But not quite all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at us now&lt;br /&gt;Reaching back to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Longing to know&lt;br /&gt;If they are the ones to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all I'm the one who said we're through&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't live without anymore&lt;br /&gt;Out there lost is the dream that can't come true&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth the reaching for&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want me anymore, darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me till the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Until I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Take all the sadness from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hold me till the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay we've just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where shall we start&lt;br /&gt;Tender words that we can share&lt;br /&gt;Different believes&lt;br /&gt;In time we will get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at us now&lt;br /&gt;Wanting more than words can say&lt;br /&gt;Both falling for love&lt;br /&gt;But distant all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out there lost are the words I still love you&lt;br /&gt;But they worth the reaching for&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me anymore, darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me till the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Until I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Take all the sadness from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hold me till the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay we've just begun&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stay with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me in the morning&lt;br /&gt;We used to be there in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Would you leave without a warning&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me too&lt;div 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Cetera'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-3310662003294309112</id><published>2008-09-10T20:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:55:54.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling short</title><content type='html'>fixing his eyes on the moon&lt;br /&gt;intently and planning his course&lt;br /&gt;a lion stalking its prey under the crimson Sun&lt;br /&gt;laying low and readying its razor sharp claws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his heart was dreaming of the stars;&lt;br /&gt;the glory which awaits beyond the blanket of darkness&lt;br /&gt;starving and salivating&lt;br /&gt;the feast of raw bloody venison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of gravity&lt;br /&gt;fear of death&lt;br /&gt;loss of the lion's pride&lt;br /&gt;starvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the air at the speed of sound&lt;br /&gt;losing speed rapidly&lt;br /&gt;a meeting of eyes&lt;br /&gt;bodes an omen for failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not fast enough&lt;br /&gt;not light enough&lt;br /&gt;too hungry&lt;br /&gt;too tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how near the moon seemed&lt;br /&gt;minutes of pure falling&lt;br /&gt;eating dust&lt;br /&gt;and a desperate roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumping off the clouds&lt;br /&gt;off to where he started&lt;br /&gt;never a tiny hare looked so tempting&lt;br /&gt;a tiny prey to keep him alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are the stars now?&lt;br /&gt;what happened to more than survival?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-3310662003294309112?l=eatuwhole.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-10231742.post-2960341525155950339</id><published>2008-09-08T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:47:59.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh fuck......</title><content type='html'>i've been on sneezing frenzies today. u know how i sneeze, i always hold back my sneezes and pinch my nose before it happens. because personally i don like sneezes which are excessively loud. during the recent few frenzies i felt an internal pain in my neck after each sneeze which would paralyze me for about 4 seconds. it ain't a sharp pain, it's those kinda pain which you would start spewing vulgarities but u can't move the affected part for a moment because it bloody hurts. but there's really nothing wrong with my neck. i don't know whether it's because of the way i sneeze. dammit, please don't let me sneeze again!!!!&lt;div 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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-10231742.post-2273013981339324227</id><published>2008-09-08T00:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:46:36.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>longingness</title><content type='html'>my body is deep and hollow&lt;br /&gt;talk is appreciated and much wanted&lt;br /&gt;falling short&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of incomplete overwhelms&lt;br /&gt;and i know i need your presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love is strong but falters around its own existance&lt;br /&gt;is it what it is?&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless unwanted and obsolete&lt;br /&gt;leave me&lt;br /&gt;let us be like friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart revolves around yours&lt;br /&gt;quickly but with uncertain velocity&lt;br /&gt;it has to cease;&lt;br /&gt;a mindful choice indeed&lt;br /&gt;but will the heart permit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-2273013981339324227?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/2273013981339324227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=2273013981339324227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/2273013981339324227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/2273013981339324227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/09/longingness.html' title='longingness'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-8330266365914554933</id><published>2008-09-07T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:54:13.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wait.</title><content type='html'>the decision to wait&lt;br /&gt;whether willingly or unwillingly,&lt;br /&gt;whether a lack of direction or the lack of courage to choose,&lt;br /&gt;they are indications of an uncertain man&lt;br /&gt;then, how does he know when to stop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8330266365914554933?l=eatuwhole.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-10231742.post-6580902849900820211</id><published>2008-09-07T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:27:00.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring holidays</title><content type='html'>till something interesting happens in my life, there won't be much to blog about, recently i've just been guitaring and playing private server maplestory thats all. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-6580902849900820211?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/6580902849900820211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=6580902849900820211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/6580902849900820211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/6580902849900820211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/09/boring-holidays.html' title='boring holidays'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-7463972986500255276</id><published>2008-09-06T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:08:47.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relax</title><content type='html'>i think i can make it through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-10231742.post-7176916352720878238</id><published>2008-09-05T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:50:32.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glad</title><content type='html'>everything's back to how they were before, and i'm contented. now its just keeping it this way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-7176916352720878238?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/7176916352720878238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=7176916352720878238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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world has never told you;&lt;br /&gt;you deserve much better&lt;br /&gt;but love has never met a man or woman&lt;br /&gt;who heard nothing of bitterness&lt;br /&gt;take a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;and breathe out your unspeakable-s&lt;br /&gt;hard it seems but impossible it is not&lt;br /&gt;dry your eyes and carry your broken heart&lt;br /&gt;have faith it will all be better&lt;br /&gt;because it will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-1201237285541054271?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/1201237285541054271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=1201237285541054271' title='0 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couple of buddies from primary school today. it's such a blessing to have them with me after so long. i had a drink with ngia fung after we dispersed because we lived just a block away from each other. we sat at the playground and drink and simply talked. it's kinda nice. when you feel dizzy, you just talk about whatever you like. i'm not drunk but i'm just feel that being dizzy makes the un-courageous more courageous about sensitive matters. and thats kinda nice, talking about those matters close to the heart which normally is a taboo. i feel dizzy now but kinda great. not really great but... i'm okay. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-5894733643781703771?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/5894733643781703771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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run</title><content type='html'>just came back from helping out at the nike human run as a road marshal. the job was easy. only stood there and stoned at the running participants. i was stationed at the row of restaurants at boat quay. i didn't have to keep the public at the side because of the sheer number of participants charging down the street. at the end of day went to collect the 15 dollars as allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to find a job soon, probably i'll just rest for one more week. hahaha! maybe. i'll see. it's time to pay my mother for the chalet too. i'll do it later. then the rest of the uncollected money will go back in my deprived bank account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-4874152051582203434?l=eatuwhole.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-10231742.post-8465915919550991614</id><published>2008-08-29T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:16:57.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perhaps</title><content type='html'>a shooting star dashes across the night sky&lt;br /&gt;disappears into a space invisible&lt;br /&gt;such a quiet ending for a glorious entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no trace of where you landed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how will i find you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i wait long enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll show yourself again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8465915919550991614?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/8465915919550991614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=8465915919550991614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8465915919550991614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8465915919550991614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/perhaps.html' title='perhaps'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-3421808656293802578</id><published>2008-08-29T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:36:18.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>so the last paper ended today. it wasn't great. i went out of the exam hall 40 minutes early, i think i gave up too early, maybe if i stayed for awhile more i could've thought of stuff to write. maybe. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day wasn't great either. i think i pissed someone off. maybe i'm being oversensitive but.... i'm really sorry if i made anyone unhappy. i was suppose to go steamboat with 1h07 today but i really wasn't hungry because i had eaten a very heavy lunch after the paper. asking me to go eat steamboat would really be a waste of money because i really could not contain anymore food. i didn't have anything for dinner either, except if you consider a carton of milk dinner. i was in the mood for something to make me drowsy alittle but i stopped infront of the fridge at 7 eleven and thought for a moment, i decided to settle for milk instead since i've been drinking recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i went to buy guitar strings then went to join the rest at the steamboat restaurant at bugis. i couldn't get my strings because all the places i went, they were closed by the time i reached there. i walked for very long time, from the aljunied mrt station to the warehouse and back. i went to city hall to peninsula plaza but all the shops were already closed by then. i walked to esplanade for hope of finding the maestro@esplanade shop open but it was closed, so i took a bus to bugis from the bus stop infront of esplanade and join the rest. i lost my way, i forgot how to get to the steamboat restaurant. walked for quite awhile before i realised i was walking in the wrong area of bugis and i should've gone the opposite direction. it felt great; walking around alone. it really felt good at that moment. tried clearing out some complications in my head but to avail. but its okay, at least i wasted afew hours. perhaps another reason i didn't want to join them was because i wanted to be left alone for awhile and i know it would surely be lively and cheery around the 1h07 gang and i would definitely be the quietest and i don't want to be the only one being screwed up and all. after joining them, as expected, i couldn't fuse myself into their conversations. i was too tired i guess. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-3421808656293802578?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/3421808656293802578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=3421808656293802578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3421808656293802578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3421808656293802578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/holidays.html' title='holidays'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-4452731439968083245</id><published>2008-08-28T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:27:09.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>books to my left, coffee to my right&lt;br /&gt;you in mind and TTO nowhere in sight&lt;br /&gt;where? dunno leh. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-4452731439968083245?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/4452731439968083245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=4452731439968083245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4452731439968083245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4452731439968083245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/books-to-my-left-coffee-to-my-right-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-4625743154425348567</id><published>2008-08-28T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:18:09.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Tonight it's very clear&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're both lying here&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;I will never leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just forget, say things I might regret&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to see you crying&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose you&lt;br /&gt;I could never make it alone   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I am a man who would fight for your honor&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the hero you're dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;We'll live forever knowing together&lt;br /&gt;That we did it all for the glory of love     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; You keep me standing tall&lt;br /&gt;You help me through it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm always strong when you're beside me&lt;br /&gt;I have always needed you&lt;br /&gt;I could never make it alone     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I am a man who would fight for your honor&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the hero you've been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;We'll live forever knowing together&lt;br /&gt;That we did it all for the glory of love     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; It's like a knight in shining armor&lt;br /&gt;From a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Just in time I will save the day&lt;br /&gt;Take you to my castle far away   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I am the man who will fight for your honor&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the hero that you're dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna live forever knowing together&lt;br /&gt;That we did it all for the glory of love   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; We live forever knowing together&lt;br /&gt;That we did it all for the glory of love   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; We did it all for love&lt;br /&gt;We did it all for love&lt;br /&gt;We did it all for love&lt;br /&gt;We did it all for love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is there really glory in love? ha.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice song nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-4625743154425348567?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/4625743154425348567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=4625743154425348567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4625743154425348567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4625743154425348567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/glory-of-love.html' title='Glory of Love'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-5026822387755770241</id><published>2008-08-27T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:18:12.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CLOCK IS TICKING!!</title><content type='html'>I STILL GOT A LOT A LOT OF SHIT TO COVER!!! CHEONG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-5026822387755770241?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/5026822387755770241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=5026822387755770241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5026822387755770241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5026822387755770241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/clock-is-ticking.html' title='THE CLOCK IS TICKING!!'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-2695473544894953557</id><published>2008-08-27T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:01:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>die.</title><content type='html'>and stay down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-2695473544894953557?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/2695473544894953557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=2695473544894953557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/2695473544894953557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/2695473544894953557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/die.html' title='die.'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-8451350175587576759</id><published>2008-08-25T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:46:55.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a dream..... in your dreams dennis!</title><content type='html'>damn i dreamt i got my accounting paper and it was upon 55 and i got 51.5 marks! wtf, hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8451350175587576759?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/8451350175587576759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=8451350175587576759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8451350175587576759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8451350175587576759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-dream-in-your-dreams-dennis.html' title='what a dream..... in your dreams dennis!'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-7651230180480796935</id><published>2008-08-24T03:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T03:48:51.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late... in the morning?</title><content type='html'>3.38am and i'm wide awake! not sleepy!! thanks to the nap i took just now. i'm wondering whether the stuff i read just now went into my head. gonna take a risk and believe they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep burping and i can't get the feeling of the burger out of me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unspeakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-7651230180480796935?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/7651230180480796935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=7651230180480796935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7651230180480796935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7651230180480796935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/late-in-morning.html' title='late... in the morning?'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-5470162213539312516</id><published>2008-08-23T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T03:43:35.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>botak jones</title><content type='html'>i realise i have to blog about this. i'm not eating the 'u-crazy-what' burger anymore. it was a hell damn lot of meat. i gained like 0.5kg after eating it because it's suppose to be 450grams of patty. plus the fries and coleslaw.... definitely about 500 grams or more. i'm never having it again. after eating i felt like vomitting, not because it was too much but the beef really made me feel very sick. *bleagh* the beef was too wet inside and... flakey... the beef just don't stick together, it's.... like... the outer covering keeps the flakes inside after u cut it open the flakes will fall out all over the plate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it suppose to be like that? no idea. but i would've rather ate a couple of double cheese burgers from mac. hahaha! seriously. cheaper and won't make you wanna vomit. maybe it's just me. hhahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-5470162213539312516?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/5470162213539312516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=5470162213539312516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5470162213539312516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5470162213539312516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/botak-jones.html' title='botak jones'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-7082544361234862224</id><published>2008-08-22T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:07:08.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sarah's birthday today!</title><content type='html'>happy birthday sarah! i went to pasir ris at about 12.30pm today, i thought it was at costa sands downtown east so i thought i slacked at the mac there and wait for sarah to come to help carry stuff. in the end it was pasir ris one, hahaha! the result of not paying attention to messages. i helped alittle with carrying stuff and the starting of fire. i burnt myself while wenjun(sarah's friend) was fanning the bbq furiously and i was in the way, some of the hot ash landed on my wrist. it was nothing at first so i ignored it but it's now a cute little blister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SK7T54cozaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/odjuTojwQKE/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SK7T54cozaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/odjuTojwQKE/s320/DSC00244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237356408036969890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE RIGHT?!! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to sunset bar at aranda country club for awhile, sat there with bert. we stayed only the length of 3 songs? which is about... 15 mins. he needed to leave early. i really really really wished i could stay, i didn't feel like going home. but i didn't want to be there alone. in the end, left. we finished just a jug of tiger. half each. it wasn't enough. i bought 2 tall cans from 7 eleven on the way home, they're lying in my fridge chilling. they'll be emptied and thrown in the rubbish chute later so no one would know! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beer tastes damn good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-7082544361234862224?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/7082544361234862224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=7082544361234862224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7082544361234862224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7082544361234862224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/sarahs-birthday-today.html' title='sarah&apos;s birthday today!'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SK7T54cozaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/odjuTojwQKE/s72-c/DSC00244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231742.post-5087749001309511431</id><published>2008-08-22T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:25:59.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good day.</title><content type='html'>yup, the egg hatched, grew into a nymph, and into a full grown adult cockroach and has just been stepped dead, don't worry! die liao loh~~~ hahaha! good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-5087749001309511431?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/5087749001309511431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=5087749001309511431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5087749001309511431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5087749001309511431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-day.html' title='good day.'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-1219123171172229675</id><published>2008-08-22T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:47:34.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>even the smiley icons make me happy, hahaha!</title><content type='html'>look back and reminisce in the good times which have passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be glad there were ever such times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be glad you were once in a little teeny weeny part of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be glad to know there're still people out there who can make you fall head over heels in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be glad to know you can still love and there's a jungle out there if not this tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be glad you're alive to experience those wonderful moments which have yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be glad you did what you ever did to be who you are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be glad you know of the great people who surround you who shower you with love and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be glad you have no worries about food and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be glad you were given a chance to type on this keyboard you're touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be glad if ever you felt pain, it's nature's way of letting you know you're alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be glad if you ever felt heartbrokened, because you learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be very glad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-1219123171172229675?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/1219123171172229675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=1219123171172229675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/1219123171172229675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/1219123171172229675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/even-smiley-icons-make-me-happy-hahaha.html' title='even the smiley icons make me happy, hahaha!'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-3985161636151758668</id><published>2008-08-21T22:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:13:30.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SK1-e0dZFrI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bYNfXFpu0rk/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SK1-e0dZFrI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bYNfXFpu0rk/s320/DSC00228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236981009644852914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i forgot to post this. the guy who braved thick and thin with me through this 1 and half year, thanks for being a great friend for half of my poly life. i'm glad we ended in the same class after year 1. otherwise i wouldn't have known how to spend these few months. sadly,we won't be in the next class next semester. hope ya get along with ya class. and dammit, we are still buddies! no matter what y'all speak of him, he's a great friend. thanks bert!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-3985161636151758668?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/3985161636151758668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=3985161636151758668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3985161636151758668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3985161636151758668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/bert.html' title='the bert.'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SK1-e0dZFrI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bYNfXFpu0rk/s72-c/DSC00228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231742.post-65716951075191329</id><published>2008-08-21T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:08:09.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston - Augustana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,&lt;br /&gt;This world you must've crossed... you said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across&lt;br /&gt;An open field,&lt;br /&gt;When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry&lt;br /&gt;When they see you&lt;br /&gt;You said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I think I'll go to Boston...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start a new life,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,&lt;br /&gt;I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go to Boston,&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm just tired&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston... where no one knows my name... yeah&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name...&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Boston...&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name.&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/10231742-65716951075191329?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/65716951075191329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=65716951075191329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/65716951075191329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/65716951075191329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/boston-augustana.html' title='Boston - Augustana'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-5469198764397185030</id><published>2008-08-20T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:04:37.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studying day</title><content type='html'>went studying in school with jasmine and bert today. accounting all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aim is to finish accounting by friday then i can start on TTO during the weekends. i can't wait for friday, sarah's chalet! i'm gonna go chill at the sunset bar at aranda country club for awhile too. been awhile since i went. i miss the quietness and the live music, just sitting and drinking my beer. what a great feeling. sometimes, i really don't like crowds. sometimes being alone really gives me satisfaction. bert says i'm too much of a loner, i don't speak out much. not as in i don't talk much but... u know what i mean? but i think i'm alright, i just tend to be more careful with what i say and don't know what to say thus, i am quiet around strangers. and i have a lower than average EQ, i am aware that i may offend people without knowing it, if i do, please forgive me and tell me what's wrong with me. i really need to learn. i really hope i can handle my relationships with people better. then perhaps they wouldn't be so fragile and shatter upon the slightest conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really hard for me when i can't understand why i went wrong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-5469198764397185030?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/5469198764397185030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=5469198764397185030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5469198764397185030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5469198764397185030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/studying-day.html' title='studying day'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-3108777715670408843</id><published>2008-08-19T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:15:46.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passing by</title><content type='html'>saw you today.&lt;br /&gt;through a moving transparent pane&lt;br /&gt;wondered where you were going&lt;br /&gt;had a desire to make my presence known&lt;br /&gt;but i dared not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw you today.&lt;br /&gt;black top and khaki coloured shorts&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the bus to pick you up&lt;br /&gt;or was it another colour?&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw you today.&lt;br /&gt;slightly wet hair like you just had a bath&lt;br /&gt;pretty and oblivious&lt;br /&gt;rushing somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know.&lt;br /&gt;i always noticed that place&lt;br /&gt;whenever i passed by&lt;br /&gt;i saw you today.&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't see me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-3108777715670408843?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/3108777715670408843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=3108777715670408843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3108777715670408843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3108777715670408843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/passing-by.html' title='passing by'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-7331509315268898192</id><published>2008-08-18T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:51:10.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woke up</title><content type='html'>had a dream again, hahaha! nevermind. anyways, its time to study now! accounting cheong! tomorrow must go take measurements for culinary science, i hope the weeteck garments don't make my pants too small again............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i don't screw up as much as i did in SSM next sem in culinary science, argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-7331509315268898192?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/7331509315268898192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=7331509315268898192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7331509315268898192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7331509315268898192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/woke-up.html' title='woke up'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-5516035980082990722</id><published>2008-08-18T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:13:23.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overnight k box</title><content type='html'>sunday was pu yuan birthday. alot of people of from h11 and h12 went but alot of them had to leave first. in the end was left with me, SC, hui li, jocelyn, ee ling, kelson and of course, pu yuan. this is the first time i sang so much at kbox and 3rd or 2nd time i went i think. hahaha! i didn't choose any songs, any english songs they put just dump at me only, hahaha! but it was fun. we have very good singers in our midst sia. hahaha! we had the supper buffet while singing, all the tim sum. lor mai kai, siew mai etc etc. i had a mug of tiger beer awhile the others had some other liquors mixed with soft drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sang from about 12am to 6am in the morning, i reached home about 7.30pm. cheong to bathe. then sleep until super shuang. hahahaa! imma start studying soon. but first i think i'll go continue sleeping awhile more,ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry if i have ever been a let-down... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-5516035980082990722?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/5516035980082990722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=5516035980082990722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5516035980082990722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5516035980082990722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/overnight-k-box.html' title='overnight k box'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-5952184140862600606</id><published>2008-08-16T22:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:39:04.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SSM</title><content type='html'>everyone's concluding on SSM, i guess so should since it's has been a memorable journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still rememeber the last marketing lecture where this big angry man walked in and talked about this subject called service skills methodology. and he made it like the most scary subject in the world. the way he spoke was intimidating coupled with his size... wow... scary... i definitely wasn't looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my journey in ssm was..... screwed up. not the subject. but me. i committed so many redundant mistakes i can't hardly remembered. all thanks to my bad memory and carelessness. i forget too often. as a result i really made quite afew people angry with me. for that i really apologise! and a couple of people who always gave me encouragement when i needed them, you guys and girls know who y'all are. i'll mention afew of the more important people in my journey of ssm. not say the others are not important, these are just more because i worked with them etc. get what i mean? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;albert: inevitably, ya always know about my day one way or another. sometimes ya sound like you're criticising me but i know ya mean well. hahaha! somehow no matter how bad my day was, we'll laugh about them in the end, thanks dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kher meng: dude, u did well as headwaiter and you're a good friend, i know you believe in me but i can't. sorry for the disappointment though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: never fails to perk me up with her encouraging words like errr... a mother... ? a sister..? or a really good friend! hahaha! i appreciate them! THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miaohong: really really sorry, i know i made ya kinda pissed off at me when ya was my captain. i felt really guilty after operations. you were great, the station would have collapsed totally without you, sorry i wasn't much of a help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea: former fellow bartender. i'm sorry i didn't help u with the coffee. i really had no idea how to make them. i know i wasn't a big help but i really tried. i think i pissed you off some time during operations, SORRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Goh: he's the most incredible teacher. hahaha! it's self explanatory to those who have been taught by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have done this earlier but imma blog about my unluckiest day in SSM which was 2nd last week as bartender. i was reminded of it by bert just now when we went sakura to have our dinner. and he was laughing like shit over it. hahaha! what a 幸灾乐祸, hahaha! here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was runner together with miaohong but she had to go for her PT 2. just before operations, i was changed to be bartender together with andrea. since there were only 2 allocated runners, i had to do the opening for runner before going off to help bar if not there'll be no one. till after opening runner duties, i was kinda happy because everything went quite smoothly for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i finished opening it early with help with the help from Wina! so... i looked around to try find something to do. ahh...~ then i saw kelson wiping the condiments! so i thought! i can do that! so i got myself a cloth which was too large to stuff into the neck of the bottle so i went to change for another. just when i picked the first bottle with my right hand. (the cloth was in my right hand) calynn exclaimed 'AHH... YOUR CLOTH!!!!!' then the 'piang' the vinegar bottle shattered into pieces with the strong smell vinegar quickly spreading in the air causing everyone to look around to find the source of the choking smell, if not for the sound of shattering glass. i froze, miss mark saw. mr goh wasn't there, i thought it was a relief. we cleared it up rather quickly. but i was feeling really bad already. i don't know what happened to the cloth in my hand, i think i put it back onto the table. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bar started, i didn't get to try making coffee because there was no time, soo... i didn't really know how to make coffee at all. when we were learning mocktails, i felt trickles of water when i shook the concoction beside my face. but i didn't think it was significant so i didn't care about it. ah.... then mr goh came. i remember what he said. he picked up the shaker glass. he showed it to me. 'dennis, why is this glass chipped?' i really didn't know sooo... 'i don't know, mr goh.' 'this glass is made of tempered glass and it takes talent to chip this. and now you tell me you don't know how it happened? are you telling me this glass chipped itself? for that yall will have to work just one shaker!' with his signature tone and slammed the glass onto the metal counter. i was really innocent! i dunno how it happened, but still i bore the blame. hahaha! but in the end he returned with a new glass from the store. whew... if not we would've died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr goh helped make coffee during operations. he took a coffee cup and he walked towards me. i knew something was wrong. 'dennis, come, see this.' i looked. it was a chip. 'you want to use this chipped coffee cup to serve my customers?' of course i replied 'no, mr goh'. he brought the coffee cup somewhere else after that i think. i continued washing.i bore the blame again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of operations. MR GOH DEMANDED I DO COFFEE!! AAAHHHH. when he said it, i froze totally because i never did it before. so no choice i go try. when i tried to fix the thing with the coffee powder into the coffee machine to make the coffee i didn't fix properly. then the coffee flowed out from all directions. ok.. i'm dead. 'didn't ms mark teach yall to make coffee before operations? go away! he can't make coffee. andrea, take over' so i walked back to wash stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during operations i did a lot of washing. i wash wash wash. then i accidentally dropped one of the stuff onto the wine glass, and you can guess what the hell happened, wine glass BROKE. mr goh was behind me making coffee. i looked back, he didn't know but i know i surely kena more if i don't say. so i gathered up my courage. 'Mr goh, i broke a wine glass.' he gave me the 'sian-already' face. 'you chip my shaker glass, you chip my cup, you can't make coffee and now you broke my wine glass. and before operations you broke something else right? what can you do? tell what me what are you dennis?' (i guess i should've known he would've found out about the vinegar bottle sooner or later) i was damn pissed off at myself that moment. i replied 'useless' then continued doing my work. mr goh replied 'i'm starting to think that, dennis'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some after awhile during operations. he came back and he said. 'dennis, break another wine glass lah, wine glasses should come in pairs, break another one lah, make it 2 lah' at that moment i really didn't want to say anything anymore so i ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what terrible day of broken glasses. i'm glad ssm is over but somehow i will still miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i wished i knew why.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-5952184140862600606?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/5952184140862600606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=5952184140862600606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-5640532657987810436?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/5640532657987810436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=5640532657987810436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5640532657987810436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5640532657987810436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/forcing-me-to-let-go-hurts-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-8445453585510984541</id><published>2008-08-15T06:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T06:16:50.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much heaven - Bee Gees</title><content type='html'>Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much heaven no more&lt;br /&gt;Its much harder to come by&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much love anymore&lt;br /&gt;Its as high as a mountain&lt;br /&gt;And harder to climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you and me girl&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot of love in store&lt;br /&gt;And it flows through you&lt;br /&gt;And it flows through me&lt;br /&gt;And I love you so much more&lt;br /&gt;Then my life..i can see beyond forever&lt;br /&gt;Evrything we are will never die&lt;br /&gt;Lovings such a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;Oh you make my world.. a summer day&lt;br /&gt;Are you just a dream to fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me girl got a highway to the sky&lt;br /&gt;We can turn away from the night and day&lt;br /&gt;And the tears we had to pay(u hade to cry)&lt;br /&gt;Youre my life..&lt;br /&gt;I can see a new tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Evrything we are will never die&lt;br /&gt;Lovings such a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;When you are to me, the light above&lt;br /&gt;Made for all to see our presious love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is such a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;You make my world a summer day&lt;br /&gt;Are you just a dream to fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much love anymore&lt;br /&gt;Its as wide as a river and harder to cross&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8445453585510984541?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' 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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-10231742.post-2703908731235496108</id><published>2008-08-15T05:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T05:20:23.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i woke up, everything seemed all like a bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is, it did happen. judgement had been passed. your judgement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-2703908731235496108?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/2703908731235496108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=2703908731235496108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/2703908731235496108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/2703908731235496108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-i-woke-up-everything-seemed-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-7982405676464172695</id><published>2008-08-14T12:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:21:01.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he stares out the window&lt;br /&gt;at the clouds which go&lt;br /&gt;where the winds take them&lt;br /&gt;pushed around in the sky&lt;br /&gt;drifting... drifting...&lt;br /&gt;helplessly&lt;br /&gt;uncontrollably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one remembers the clouds&lt;br /&gt;for when it brings showers&lt;br /&gt;upon the crops&lt;br /&gt;and when farmers rejoice&lt;br /&gt;for the rich season harvest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone remembers the clouds&lt;br /&gt;for when it brings floods&lt;br /&gt;upon the land&lt;br /&gt;and farmers curse them&lt;br /&gt;for the destruction of their fruits of labour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times he hoped&lt;br /&gt;people would finally&lt;br /&gt;stop and look back&lt;br /&gt;at him and the things he did&lt;br /&gt;shake his hand and&lt;br /&gt;show a bit of appreciation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times hes hoped&lt;br /&gt;what he had done&lt;br /&gt;could override his errs&lt;br /&gt;but no one knows and&lt;br /&gt;no one remembers&lt;br /&gt;because only the mistakes&lt;br /&gt;are significant enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did he bring this upon himself?&lt;br /&gt;it seems so&lt;br /&gt;it appears to be his fault&lt;br /&gt;but no one is forgiving enough&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't want to believe he deserves this&lt;br /&gt;but truth stands clear infront of him&lt;br /&gt;this is what he got.&lt;br /&gt;this is life.&lt;br /&gt;change it or move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-7982405676464172695?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/7982405676464172695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=7982405676464172695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7982405676464172695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7982405676464172695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-stares-out-window-at-clouds-which-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-8975602027404570919</id><published>2008-08-13T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:47:41.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>corporate photo and other photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SKLzvQshdtI/AAAAAAAAANc/nS1GmOtYPVA/s1600-h/SL708325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SKLzvQshdtI/AAAAAAAAANc/nS1GmOtYPVA/s320/SL708325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234013710219048658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2H12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SKLzvkPgVEI/AAAAAAAAANk/5OkwRD7g35w/s1600-h/SL708326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SKLzvkPgVEI/AAAAAAAAANk/5OkwRD7g35w/s320/SL708326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234013715466048578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2H12 again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SKLzvh-TB8I/AAAAAAAAANs/cy55iN_3k88/s1600-h/SL708327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SKLzvh-TB8I/AAAAAAAAANs/cy55iN_3k88/s320/SL708327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234013714857002946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the HTM year 2 class with the most guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SKLzvxNIF4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Nfor2NGWArA/s1600-h/SL708328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SKLzvxNIF4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Nfor2NGWArA/s320/SL708328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234013718945732482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boss sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SKLeYPwaLEI/AAAAAAAAANU/F0u3KMyiHaQ/s1600-h/IMG_2814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SKLeYPwaLEI/AAAAAAAAANU/F0u3KMyiHaQ/s320/IMG_2814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233990225085738050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got our corporate photos! when i showed this to my sis she said my eye brows looked fake. when i showed this to my mother she said it looked like funeral picture. ya know the one u put infront of the coffin? so i told her she can use this when i die. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8975602027404570919?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/8975602027404570919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=8975602027404570919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8975602027404570919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8975602027404570919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/corporate-photo.html' title='corporate photo and other photos'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SKLzvQshdtI/AAAAAAAAANc/nS1GmOtYPVA/s72-c/SL708325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231742.post-6913539988815506862</id><published>2008-08-13T00:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:15:22.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>intention is the core of what people do. if no effort is made to understand a person, his intentions will be of no concern to you, and you will perceive of him whatever you deem fit. but if what is done is wrong but of an innocent nature and no effort is made by other people to understand it. then i believe, the perceiver is in a worse position than the do-er. this post is not meant to pinpoint anyone. its just general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the controversy is: who should be the one to give in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should the do-er be the one who changes himself and then lose the core of his personality? but what if the 'mistake' made was unintentional and uncontrollable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should effort be made by the perceiver to understand the do-er?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an alternative situation, if the perceiver had made the effort to try to understand the nature of the action, wouldn't a misunderstanding been avoided? had the action taken by the perceiver been too rash which might have unintentionally hurt the do-er as well? if the effort had been made before the reaction, wouldn't the perceiver have been spared of the unnecessary additional hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;focusing less on the perceiver. zoom in into the do-er. did he really mean what he said? or was it meant as a joke? everyone has different upbringing and socialisation plays a major part in who we are today, thus, everyone has their own unique way of expressing themselves. all we perceivers have to do is go a little further and try to understand and the world would be such a better place. but why don't we try to understand? because we are influenced by what people call the 'master status'. something simply defined as an impression which is automatically related to something/someone, good or bad. it deters us from making an accurate perception because we believe our master status is right, it stays too strong locked in our minds that we refuse to accept anything which defies it. it deters us from making an accurate impression and the do-er is misunderstood. if the master status fits the do-er perfectly and the do-er did what he did to specifically acquire a certain reaction, then i have nothing to say. but what if it only seemed like it did but in actual fact doesn't? is this doing justice to the do-er?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a reason why people do things. whether it's for fun or to kill time, they are also reasons. if you don't understand the reason then how can you start judging from your own little window of vision? there will never be freedom of speech, there are too many premature perceptions made by people. but ironically, there still is; at the price of misconceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in these situations, you decide. no one is perfect. not me not you. but the least we can do is try to see a perfect person in everyone. until of course if they prove to be unworthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-6913539988815506862?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/6913539988815506862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=6913539988815506862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/6913539988815506862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/6913539988815506862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/intention-is-core-of-what-people-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-194348824315711846</id><published>2008-08-13T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:07:49.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would gladly stand up for any of my friends whom i think are worth defending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-194348824315711846?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/194348824315711846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=194348824315711846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-6984971543436112265?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/6984971543436112265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=6984971543436112265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/6984971543436112265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/6984971543436112265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-allow-me-to-make-things-better.html' title='can we start over?'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-208398980029039812</id><published>2008-08-10T20:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:32:57.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>the way it was seemed like a miracle, a dream of today; the way it is. they linger close to the heart but it would never be again. there are no tears, but the heart weeps quietly inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like how flowers are reduced to black remains in a matter of days after they unleash their beauty to this world. when they show themselves, you reach and bask in their beauty and glory at its peak, then you are left in the vacuum called 'loneliness'. you are on your own until you find a way out. some are drown in this sea of nothing-ness but most get out of there alive. 'where'd they go?' you wonder. but sadly, you won't get an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can blind yourself in the fog called past but in the end they're just a mixture of moisture and air for a temporary measure of comfort... and inevitably the part where they left...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-208398980029039812?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/208398980029039812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=208398980029039812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/208398980029039812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/208398980029039812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-2341723356703202810</id><published>2008-08-10T00:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:45:43.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy national day!</title><content type='html'>today is the 9th of August. and of course, Singapore's birthday! peiwen invited us over to her house to hangout, just have dinner together, watch the NDP together at her house. we had pasta for dinner! some unagi and some nuggets too. thank you hollow for inviting us! but i realised our geog test was on monday and i really needed to study on sunday so i could not stay over and left at about 11pm, i just reached home not long ago. i had a sudden craving for beer so i bought 2 tall cans of carlsberg from the 7 eleven near my house. i just finished one can. in a rather short time so you can explain why i feel a little dizzy now. i still have another. i'll finish it soon, then i'll go bathe and slack on the com again or probably sleep. just a moment ago, i hoped i could get drunk easily. then i wouldn't have to spend so much money. hahaha! what a stupid thought. but no fret i'm not drinking away to drown my sorrows, i'm just drinking because simply.. i was craving for it. hahaha! but it'll be better if it could retard my brain for awhile so i won't think of much stuff. hahaha! its working i guess, the 2nd can would enhance the effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm still loyal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-2341723356703202810?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/2341723356703202810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=2341723356703202810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/2341723356703202810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/2341723356703202810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-national-day.html' title='happy national day!'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-6768623892742691046</id><published>2008-08-09T11:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:34:19.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>i had a dream last night. it seemed to last so long, i couldn't help thinking whether it lasted my whole sleep time last night. you were the lead with supporting actors you probably didn't know. i had no idea why they appeared in my head but they were redundant. you were eating with them in a coffeeshop, laughing and having a great time. you didn't see me, i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what happened during this transition. suddenly i was walking down a pavement along a road with a row of shops about 10 metres away from me to my left. i came to a T junction where i had to cross the road. you passed me. a glance which lasted a split second, as if strangers. the familiar frown on your face which i saw a long time ago and hadn't seen in months. just passed. i continued walking, my head was a mess i decided to take a walk in the park all by myself. but i don't know why i ended up in stairwell of a hawker centre. everything is such a mess. my head is so messed up. such a messed up dream. such a messed up life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a dream or a reflection of reality?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-6768623892742691046?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/6768623892742691046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=6768623892742691046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/6768623892742691046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/6768623892742691046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-3707079602450703579</id><published>2008-08-08T17:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:58:01.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confidence</title><content type='html'>how do you do things right...? i'm not sure. doing things right was never my forte. screwing up however, i'm really good at it. like what happened today at top table. i couldn't do the coffee machine at all... i was too afraid. afraid of imperfection, afraid of criticisms. i'm really sorry andrea... i'm not sure whether i was a disappointment but i really felt like a let down. i broke so many things and screwed up so much during the course of SSM. i'm worried about next week.i love being steward. because i am out of the reach of guests which leaves the rest of the group safe from a lousy grade. i don't want to screw up anymore but i still do no matter how i try. i really wished i had confidence. but i just wasn't born with it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an arduous monotonous task&lt;br /&gt;a never ending pile of repeat work behind the bar&lt;br /&gt;my mechanical hands continued but&lt;br /&gt;my head drifted away....&lt;br /&gt;to a time not so long ago&lt;br /&gt;events which took place, at least in the past 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;vinegar on my shoes, broken pieces of a wine glass in the basin&lt;br /&gt;chips off a coffee cup and shaker glass&lt;br /&gt;what a way to start off your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how they hit your morale so hard&lt;br /&gt;till your head becomes too heavy to lift&lt;br /&gt;but the day had just begun&lt;br /&gt;you can't be a let down more than you already are&lt;br /&gt;people are counting on you&lt;br /&gt;a heavy head ain't no reason for disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Buck up for goodness sakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seemed wrong... but&lt;br /&gt;my mind continued to drift further&lt;br /&gt;to again a time not that long ago&lt;br /&gt;but a little less recent&lt;br /&gt;couple of things i messed up in my life&lt;br /&gt;it began with&lt;br /&gt;confusion, mixed feelings,&lt;br /&gt;somehow.... curiosity, finally&lt;br /&gt;broken hearts and chipped relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched my own movie in my head&lt;br /&gt;where you were the lead&lt;br /&gt;and you never knew of the director&lt;br /&gt;the director couldn't have you smile at the camera though&lt;br /&gt;but you were so carefree and smiling&lt;br /&gt;preoccupied with your life&lt;br /&gt;it didn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;maybe they would call it a 'natural' take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a thunderous voice struck me...&lt;br /&gt;shakened back into reality&lt;br /&gt;once again behind the bar&lt;br /&gt;the glasses look so intimidating now&lt;br /&gt;stop dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;MOCKTAILS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-3707079602450703579?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/3707079602450703579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=3707079602450703579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3707079602450703579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3707079602450703579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/confidence.html' title='confidence'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-8366812135736709843</id><published>2008-08-06T21:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:32:17.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i changed my blog song again.</title><content type='html'>i have to write my cue cards for psychology and finish up my BESE. both due tomorrow. i'm not done with inserting video clips into the powerpoint, i'm not done editing my part of the powerpoint even. i really wrote too much for the reflection,if anyone needs a sample, here, &lt;a href="http://beseforlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.beseforlife.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;it ain't that good, but if u need a guideline. this is mine. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way it had been, i hate the silence. if only life could give me another shot at this. if we could start over. i promise i won't screw this friendship up. do you feel the same too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think this song kinda describes how i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'and i can't fight this feeling anymore..... i've forgotten what i started fighting for...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i would fight this feeling if i have to but.... it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8366812135736709843?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/8366812135736709843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=8366812135736709843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8366812135736709843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8366812135736709843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-changed-my-blog-song-again.html' title='i changed my blog song again.'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-3931901883245759764</id><published>2008-08-05T23:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:23:17.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone somewhere is probably better for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;studying is a chore. unsure of what really effectively works. i guess it's better to coop myself up somewhere and study alone. without disturbances and distractions all around. i guess that is the ideal environment to really get information into your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the boy with many hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;the boy with many hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;had many loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;but he wonders which ones were true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;there were afew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;or was there just one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;he wasn't sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;the boy with many hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;was always confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;deep in thoughts wondering about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;the creatures from venus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;they were so mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;breaking so many of his hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;the boy with many hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;had a box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;remnants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;broken pieces of hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;mysteriously becoming heavier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;everytime it is opened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;the boy with many hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;had another box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;where the unbroken hearts are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;waiting to be shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;just like the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by the venus-ians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;the boy with many hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;really only needs one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;doesn't harm to have spares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;the boy with many hearts&lt;br /&gt;is not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's REALLY not me. it is part of the text though. this part is not. only the part in italics. this sorta thing keeps me going and thinking ya know. if it's ain't good forgive me. but i need these kinda stuff to motivate me. i enjoy doing it i realised. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The fun of reading poems is that you can have a million interpretations of it and no one can say that you are wrong. but i would call this a text, not yet a poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-3931901883245759764?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/3931901883245759764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=3931901883245759764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3931901883245759764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3931901883245759764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/alone-somewhere-is-probably-better-for.html' title='alone somewhere is probably better for me'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-4286196870470895811</id><published>2008-08-04T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:38:11.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BESE Portfolio</title><content type='html'>BESE portfolio cheong! i'm side tracking abit from my work to do a little of blogging! i've learnt something today, i've been thinking and i realised that being sad and shying away from the crowd is just simply disadvantaging myself. why should i be the one being sad? and i can't find any reason why should i be. when there's no reason to be, why should i when it's making me feel freakin miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-4286196870470895811?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/4286196870470895811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=4286196870470895811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4286196870470895811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4286196870470895811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/bese-portfolio.html' title='BESE Portfolio'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-2599048982951855615</id><published>2008-08-03T23:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:06:41.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUFFET!</title><content type='html'>today went to andy's 'house' to have buffet. it's actually a condo unit which his parents are renting out. it's called Caribbean and is rather near vivo city, within walking distance, since we walked. the condominium is huge. bigger than many i've been to before. very nice, i shall upload some pictures today. today was quite enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning i watched 'Titanic'. i watched half of it last night but decided to sleep and continue today because i was tired. the cost of the movie exceeds the cost of building the titanic itself when converted to current currency levels. interesting. 200 million was the cost of the film and 150 million estimated was about the cost of the titanic. it's a really heartwrenching movie, seeing how many had died in the disaster because of inadequate evacuation measures taken. damned iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met sherlyn, don and lian mei in the mrt. sherlyn got on from tampines while me, don and lian mei hopped on at bedok. then it was all food and fun at andy's condo, hahaha! esther practised guitar during the time at andy's place. she's learning 'always be my baby' for her boyfriend's birthday which is 2 weeks away. i think her boyfriend is really lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SJXV4gL32SI/AAAAAAAAALk/bsQgxoz-Vmo/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SJXV4gL32SI/AAAAAAAAALk/bsQgxoz-Vmo/s320/DSC00208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230321708949821730" border="0" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/2599048982951855615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=2599048982951855615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/2599048982951855615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/2599048982951855615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/buffet.html' title='BUFFET!'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SJXV4gL32SI/AAAAAAAAALk/bsQgxoz-Vmo/s72-c/DSC00208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231742.post-4025432240084834721</id><published>2008-08-03T08:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:26:49.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when they said a sincere apology works wonders&lt;br /&gt;they were lying&lt;br /&gt;because i am sick of saying them&lt;br /&gt;because they don't work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they said 'always put self before others'&lt;br /&gt;they were bullshitting&lt;br /&gt;because who's going to do the same for you?&lt;br /&gt;because maybe no one listens to them except you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they said to find the root of the problem and solve it&lt;br /&gt;it was utter crap&lt;br /&gt;because what happens when you can't find the root?&lt;br /&gt;because what if the problem was out of your locus of control?&lt;br /&gt;what do you do if you aren't even sure a problem exists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they said love is a gift,&lt;br /&gt;they were wrong&lt;br /&gt;because it is a double edged sword of destruction&lt;br /&gt;because you end up killing yourself and implicating others&lt;br /&gt;and losing what you possessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when they said men are from mars and women are from venus&lt;br /&gt;they were right&lt;br /&gt;because i don't seem to understand them at all&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'm just too dumb&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps i come from somewhere further than mars.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-4025432240084834721?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/4025432240084834721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=4025432240084834721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4025432240084834721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4025432240084834721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-they-said-sincere-apology-works.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-5353211578885858610</id><published>2008-08-02T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:31:50.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the 3-day frenzy</title><content type='html'>had psychology test this morning, couldn't finish a question i skipped in the beginning. but it was ABOUT finished, but still it wasn't. and i'm still unsure about the answers i gave. it was the first time i had a aching shoulders after a test. lecture seats plus two books on my table, flipping the pages frantically looking for the answers. maybe that was the reason why i couldn't finish my test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch the mummy: curse of the dragon emperor at GV tampines mall. with quan hao, kher meng, SC and pu yuan. the queue as usual on a weekend, was really long and lined all the way to infront of Ajisen Ramen. lucky, there was something called an AXS machine. so we skipped the queues and bought the tickets with it. thanks to SC who paid for the tickets and we paid him. My review of the movie. the plot was okay. but the portrayal of it wasn't that impressive. i believe the previous 'the mummy' movies were much better even though i don't remember much of it. i was quite surprised when i heard about the dragon emperor thing. in my mind, my perception of 'mummies' were Egyptian mummies. but i guess they can be considered mummies too being petrified and all. the movie wasn't really entertaining to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next movie to watch! money not enough 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand anything. i really don't. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-5353211578885858610?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/5353211578885858610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=5353211578885858610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5353211578885858610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5353211578885858610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-3-day-frenzy.html' title='end of the 3-day frenzy'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-8193851126432979112</id><published>2008-08-02T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:14:56.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one you love - Glenn Frey</title><content type='html'>I know you need a friend, someone you can talk to&lt;br /&gt;Who will understand what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, there's no easy answer&lt;br /&gt;Only you can say what you're gonna do&lt;br /&gt;I heard you on the phone, you took his number&lt;br /&gt;Said you weren't alone, but you'd call him soon&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he the guy, the guy who left you cryin'?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he the one who made you blue?&lt;br /&gt;When you remember those nights in his arms&lt;br /&gt;You know you gotta make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Are you gonna stay with the one who loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Or are you goin' back to the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Someone's gonna cry when they know they've lost you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Someone's gonna thank the stars above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna say when he comes over?&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way to see this through&lt;br /&gt;All the broken dreams, all the disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, what you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;Your heart keeps sayin' it's just not fair&lt;br /&gt;But still you gotta make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Are you gonna stay with the one who loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Or are you goin' back to the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Someone's gonna cry when they know they've lost you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Someone's gonna thank the stars above  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8193851126432979112?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/8193851126432979112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=8193851126432979112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8193851126432979112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8193851126432979112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-you-love-glenn-frey.html' title='The one you love - Glenn Frey'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-8593915859302832255</id><published>2008-08-01T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:21:21.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost end of the 3-day frenzy</title><content type='html'>BESE, PT2, and psycho test all in a row, 2 have been completed, though i definitely wouldn't say i am confident at all for them. look on the bright side dennis, they're over. just one more open-book test to go. you're damn lucky it's open-book otherwise you'll be dead. ya better go read through the text at least once later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is really weird, i had 3 calls of nature, one in the morning before i went ssm and iwas damn happy because i thought i wouldn't have to rush to the toilet later during operations. but sadly, during operations i cheong to the toilet. not really during operations but after operations during closing time. when i went home i cheong to the toilet again. i believe i'm going to have to go the toilet again soon. i don't even have diarrhoea sia. my body abit siao today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top table today was okay. i was labelled as having a good life today while my captain miao hong did most of the stuff. don't really understand, i was always walking around looking for stuff to do. i admit, i sucked in the beginning because i didn't know the menu at all, but i tried to learn it in the shortest time possible. but as you know, i am slow. i had pt 2 in the morning for goodness sakes. ahh forget it. they're excuses. but i really didn't know how i could have done more stuff. i hate waitering, i'm glad it's over. fuck it. 2 more sessions and to hell with ssm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the coolness of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your indifference struck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like the sudden bright resonance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of the ice-cream man's instrument of choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to signal a cold delightful treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which brings warmth to the hearts of little kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cold... but warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again... everything&lt;br /&gt;just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8593915859302832255?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/8593915859302832255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=8593915859302832255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8593915859302832255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8593915859302832255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/08/almost-end-of-3-day-frenzy.html' title='almost end of the 3-day frenzy'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-5823465990254367899</id><published>2008-07-31T22:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:00:22.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more bese, left pt 2 and psycho quiz</title><content type='html'>alright, i've screw bese, now time for pt 2 and psycho quiz! i really have to continue memorising pt 2, i hate memorising...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to reverse time... it didn't used to be this way... i miss the way it was&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't hurt anymore, only the feeling of longingness remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more heartaches&lt;br /&gt;no more tears&lt;br /&gt;just hoping for your smile&lt;br /&gt;a little enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;like how you were&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-5823465990254367899?l=eatuwhole.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-10231742.post-8950614707279303477</id><published>2008-07-30T23:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:33:41.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what an inappropriate time to be blogging, hahaha! i feel i'm repeating myself over and over and over again, but a blog is for ya express what ya feel at the moment in time right? these words don't have to make sense. like how some songs don't make sense at all. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know?&lt;br /&gt;you didn't seem so special before&lt;br /&gt;standing along the aisle with a frown&lt;br /&gt;who would've known&lt;br /&gt;you could be so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know?&lt;br /&gt;you're really very pretty&lt;br /&gt;especially when you smile!&lt;br /&gt;who would've known&lt;br /&gt;you could be so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know?&lt;br /&gt;you're stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;i can't get you out&lt;br /&gt;who would've known&lt;br /&gt;you could be so persistent in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know?&lt;br /&gt;i always want to know&lt;br /&gt;how you feel all the time&lt;br /&gt;who would've known&lt;br /&gt;you could be so brittle inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know,&lt;br /&gt;you're in love too&lt;br /&gt;such a lucky soul he is&lt;br /&gt;who would've known&lt;br /&gt;you could love too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know,&lt;br /&gt;you're beyond the reaches&lt;br /&gt;of all i will ever be&lt;br /&gt;who would've known&lt;br /&gt;you could be so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know&lt;br /&gt;it's not all about me&lt;br /&gt;when hearts are involved&lt;br /&gt;who would've known&lt;br /&gt;i could be the loser in this game called love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8950614707279303477?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/8950614707279303477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=8950614707279303477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8950614707279303477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8950614707279303477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-inappropriate-time-to-be-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-3565116228932357826</id><published>2008-07-30T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:00:30.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think you're right</title><content type='html'>after some thought, i think you're really right. i think there really needs to be a distance drawn. whether it is for the good of you or me. this just ain't supposed to happen at all. i should've stayed away before i submerged myself into this mess. now i got ya into the mess too. sorry. though it's really hard, i will try to establish the distance that both you and i need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-3565116228932357826?l=eatuwhole.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-10231742.post-4754482847423469521</id><published>2008-07-30T11:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:00:51.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bese tomorrow, pt 2 on friday and psycho on saturday</title><content type='html'>so much things to do, so little time. blame myself for starting late. i want to sleep and not do anything, self discipline!! no sleeping until tonight!! no afternoon nap!! hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-4754482847423469521?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/4754482847423469521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=4754482847423469521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4754482847423469521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4754482847423469521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/bese-tomorrow-pt-2-on-friday-and-psycho.html' title='bese tomorrow, pt 2 on friday and psycho on saturday'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-3869851035923498385</id><published>2008-07-29T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:17:42.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know what went wrong now... thank you sarah. to someone i pissed off: sincerely, i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a barrier created by no one by yourself&lt;br /&gt;dennis, you fool&lt;br /&gt;can't you feel the love which surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;surfing around you in sparking trickles&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes, take a closer look&lt;br /&gt;can you see them now?&lt;br /&gt;beautiful aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;you should be ashamed of yourself&lt;br /&gt;for not realising earlier....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'and i am...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-3869851035923498385?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/3869851035923498385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=3869851035923498385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3869851035923498385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3869851035923498385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-what-went-wrong-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-7563957654823375604</id><published>2008-07-27T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:33:12.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random pictures i failed to post in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIxApcxfenI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lFKY0TRzIy0/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIw_ellB7sI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/h-4nxnx5l-g/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIw_ellB7sI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/h-4nxnx5l-g/s320/DSC00164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227623062186356418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr goh being in the picture was not planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIw_e1_BezI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vrfw5HPnQBo/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIw_e1_BezI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vrfw5HPnQBo/s320/DSC00162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227623066590346034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this picture this nice except for the head.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIw_fQovQ3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/NVo-mo43TJM/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIw_fQovQ3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/NVo-mo43TJM/s320/DSC00166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227623073744634738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phoebe's bday cake last wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIw_f_KFLRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kuvAtEeMEZc/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIw_f_KFLRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kuvAtEeMEZc/s320/DSC00165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227623086232513810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIw_gO0aE6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8hwbNmRgmug/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIw_gO0aE6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8hwbNmRgmug/s320/DSC00168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227623090436576162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at stone grill at katong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIxApsFOYHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/y5fWH6MgrxA/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIxApsFOYHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/y5fWH6MgrxA/s320/DSC00146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227624352422191218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIxAow15V3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/g1sxrS5mM0g/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIxAow15V3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/g1sxrS5mM0g/s320/DSC00144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227624336520206194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIxApcxfenI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lFKY0TRzIy0/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIxApcxfenI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lFKY0TRzIy0/s320/DSC00145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227624348312894066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the bus too, hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-7563957654823375604?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/7563957654823375604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=7563957654823375604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7563957654823375604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7563957654823375604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-pictures-i-failed-i-post-in-time.html' title='random pictures i failed to post in time'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SIw_ellB7sI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/h-4nxnx5l-g/s72-c/DSC00164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231742.post-5592766206092870673</id><published>2008-07-27T16:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:25:23.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha!</title><content type='html'>the pickup chart reminds me of you, hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-5592766206092870673?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/5592766206092870673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=5592766206092870673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5592766206092870673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5592766206092870673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahaha.html' title='hahaha!'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-8203957626529764643</id><published>2008-07-27T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:19:33.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wonder why it always turns out this way, time to move on again. time will once again repair. time to forget again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8203957626529764643?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/8203957626529764643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=8203957626529764643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8203957626529764643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8203957626529764643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/wonder-why-it-always-turns-out-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-7569032917675788874</id><published>2008-07-26T07:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T07:27:45.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;there're 2 songs playing, one after another, both by the Eagles. 'i don't want to hear anymore', then 'waiting in the weeds', i've posted the lyrics here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waiting In The Weeds"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;  It's comin' on the end of August&lt;br /&gt;Another summer's promise almost gone&lt;br /&gt;And though I heard some wise man say&lt;br /&gt;That every dog will have his day&lt;br /&gt;He never mentioned that these dog days get so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I realized the dream was over&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was no particular hour, no given day&lt;br /&gt;You know, it didn't go down in flame&lt;br /&gt;There was no final scene, no frozen frame&lt;br /&gt;I just watched it slowly fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been waiting in the weeds&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my time to come around again and&lt;br /&gt;Hope is floating on the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Carrying my soul high up above the ground and&lt;br /&gt;I've been keepin' to myself&lt;br /&gt;Knowin' that the seasons are slowly changing&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;He'll never love you like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been biding time with the crows and sparrows&lt;br /&gt;While peacocks prance and strut upon the stage&lt;br /&gt;If finding love is just a dance&lt;br /&gt;Proximity and chance&lt;br /&gt;You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been waiting in the weeds&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the dust to settle down along the&lt;br /&gt;Back roads running through the fields&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the outskirts of this lonesome town&lt;br /&gt;And I imagine sunlight in your hair&lt;br /&gt;You're at the county fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're holding hands and laughing&lt;br /&gt;And now the ferris wheel has stopped&lt;br /&gt;You're swinging on the top&lt;br /&gt;Suspended there with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's the darling of the chic&lt;br /&gt;The flavor of the week is melting&lt;br /&gt;Down your pretty summer dress&lt;br /&gt;Baby, what a mess you're making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been stumbling through some dark places&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm following the plow&lt;br /&gt;I know I've fallen out of your good graces&lt;br /&gt;It's alright now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been waiting in the weeds&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the summer rain to fall upon the&lt;br /&gt;Wild birds scattering the seeds&lt;br /&gt;Answering the calling of the tide's eternal tune&lt;br /&gt;The phases of the moon&lt;br /&gt;The chambers of the heart&lt;br /&gt;The egg and dart of small gray&lt;br /&gt;Spiders spinning in the dark&lt;br /&gt;In spite of all the times the web is torn apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been waiting in the weeds&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the time to come around again and&lt;br /&gt;Hope is floating on the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Carrying my soul high up above the ground and&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping to myself&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;He'll never love you like I do&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/10231742-7569032917675788874?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/7569032917675788874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=7569032917675788874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7569032917675788874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7569032917675788874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/therere-2-songs-playing-one-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-8326863988703623504</id><published>2008-07-25T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:04:15.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really hate blogging about my everyday life now, it's just so too damn boring. but i have nothing else to say. alright so today was quite a bad day. i was waiter at top table.i got scolded by mr goh even before operations started. while walking to tca, i hung the apron over my neck without tying it, so walking past the entrance, mr goh saw me then i got scolded.................... then another bad thing which happened today, i served main course to a table which haven't even had their appetiser. malu like shit. i think mr sim wanted to kill me just now. hai.... then just now on the bus, i leaned on the side of the bus. my head knocked against the hammer which is used to break the glass incase of an emergency. then got the 'tee teee tee' sound, i faster put it back, luckily most of the passengers weren't paying attention. nevertheless, it was quite embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;of course it is honourable fighting for what you want. if you die, you will die a glorified death. but what if you already know the ending to the battle, and you will die. what is the point of dying with a glorified death when you won't live to enjoy it? but of course, if you don't fight you will be regarded as a coward&lt;/i&gt; who won't fight for what he/she believes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;backing out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i choose to back down&lt;br /&gt;because it has never worked&lt;br /&gt;call me a coward&lt;br /&gt;call me unambitious&lt;br /&gt;but i know my limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your judgement had long been passed&lt;br /&gt;i choose not fight&lt;br /&gt;because it is true&lt;br /&gt;i believe you are right&lt;br /&gt;i believe i am wrong&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admire your courage&lt;br /&gt;i choose not to question it&lt;br /&gt;because it is what you want&lt;br /&gt;if it makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;if it is fine with you&lt;br /&gt;then i think i'm fine too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i choose to cower&lt;br /&gt;because he is there&lt;br /&gt;i believe he keeps promises&lt;br /&gt;i believe he'll hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;so i'm letting go, backing out&lt;br /&gt;without a fight&lt;br /&gt;no more pressure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8326863988703623504?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/8326863988703623504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=8326863988703623504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8326863988703623504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8326863988703623504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-really-hate-blogging-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-6346692240288248284</id><published>2008-07-25T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:19:14.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't want to hear anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- The Eagles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the first time&lt;br /&gt;That I've had the sense that something's wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I'm old enough to know&lt;br /&gt;That things don't always work out like they should&lt;br /&gt;I know you're tryin' hard&lt;br /&gt;To break it gently to me, now&lt;br /&gt;But there's no easy way&lt;br /&gt;To tell it like it is, so baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear any more&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to tell me it's over&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen that look before&lt;br /&gt;I know it well; it comes as no surprise&lt;br /&gt;You've been avoiding me&lt;br /&gt;But now you want to talk it over&lt;br /&gt;Before you take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And tell me softly in a whisper&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to explain&lt;br /&gt;I've read the book; I know how this all ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear any more&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to tell me it's over&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;I won't stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;Look me right in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let me walk away with my head high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's some other guy&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to hear any more&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to tell me it's over&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;I won't stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to hear any more&lt;br /&gt;No, no, baby&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear any more &lt;img src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/2147455272.jpg" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-6346692240288248284?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/6346692240288248284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=6346692240288248284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/6346692240288248284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/6346692240288248284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-want-to-hear-anymore-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-1754143375090083033</id><published>2008-07-24T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:22:22.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't touched my pickup chart, i'm waiter tomorrow, sian...... die. i still have no clue about the captain's order. better go look at it. wow, it's 12am already. so late, everytime ssm so late sleep. i wish there will be one night before ssm that i can sleep actually sleep before 10pm. hai.... no choice, been playing my guitar since i came home. i need time for my own too ya know. hahahaha! i guess this is the price for putting my own stuff on priority. the more important stuff get compromised then my sleep time gets compromised too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-1754143375090083033?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/1754143375090083033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=1754143375090083033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/1754143375090083033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/1754143375090083033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-havent-touched-my-pickup-chart-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-9090319237818843694</id><published>2008-07-24T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:35:00.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you can't beat them, join them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-9090319237818843694?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/9090319237818843694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=9090319237818843694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/9090319237818843694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/9090319237818843694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-cant-beat-them-join-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-3893125838828108730</id><published>2008-07-23T23:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:26:34.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the girl who waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vow of love did it&lt;br /&gt;that fateful night&lt;br /&gt;now she waits&lt;br /&gt;'will you come back for me?'&lt;br /&gt;'i promise'&lt;br /&gt;were the words spoken&lt;br /&gt;of a boy and girl in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vow of love did it&lt;br /&gt;and though hours lasted days&lt;br /&gt;and days lasted months&lt;br /&gt;she continues to wait...&lt;br /&gt;clutching the words spoken&lt;br /&gt;that night close to her heart&lt;br /&gt;it was like the very words&lt;br /&gt;kept her heart pumping&lt;br /&gt;and going on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vow of love did it&lt;br /&gt;broken hearts of boys in love&lt;br /&gt;and teary eyes of a pretty little girl&lt;br /&gt;'believe the wait will be worth it'&lt;br /&gt;were the voices in her head&lt;br /&gt;and so she did&lt;br /&gt;and still she does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and waiting for the ......... time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-3893125838828108730?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/3893125838828108730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=3893125838828108730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3893125838828108730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3893125838828108730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-inspiration-titled-girl-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-2242771571687510243</id><published>2008-07-23T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:11:19.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha, inspiration for poems don't really come often, when they come, it's best to just stop whatever you're doing and just pen it down, thats what i realised ever since i started to get these things outta my brain. kinda lame. but it's fun to see what you can do with an hour and some brain juice. everyone should do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-2242771571687510243?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/2242771571687510243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=2242771571687510243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/2242771571687510243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/2242771571687510243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahaha-inspiration-for-poems-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-8966963034427015209</id><published>2008-07-22T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:26:05.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it feels really uncomfortable. typing like that i mean. with the table so far away from my bed. my laptop's gonna live up to its name and lie on my lap when i type today while i lean back on my bolster against the wall. psychology today was a torture to attend. i liked the other lecturer better, he was much more interesting. this guy... really boring. comparable to mr leong our accounting lecturer. 2 boring lectures in a row. i couldn't take it during psychology lecture and slept for awhile. the first time i slept in a lecture this semester. couldn't help it. was really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seal it in a black box and keep it deep inside you, when you crash and explode, thats when it'll really matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8966963034427015209?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/8966963034427015209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=8966963034427015209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8966963034427015209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8966963034427015209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-feels-really-uncomfortable.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-3797516806882528267</id><published>2008-07-22T08:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:40:07.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;does anybody pay attention to the song i upload on my blog? because, i really want y'all to listen to them, hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Love Somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a light&lt;br /&gt;A certain kind of light&lt;br /&gt;That never shone on me&lt;br /&gt;I want my life to be lived with you&lt;br /&gt;Lived with you&lt;br /&gt;Theres a way everybody say&lt;br /&gt;To do each and every little thing&lt;br /&gt;But what does it bring&lt;br /&gt;If I aint got you, aint got ?&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what its like, baby&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what its like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love somebody&lt;br /&gt;To love somebody&lt;br /&gt;To love somebody&lt;br /&gt;The way I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my brain&lt;br /&gt;I see your face again&lt;br /&gt;I know my frame of mind&lt;br /&gt;You aint got to be so blind&lt;br /&gt;And Im blind, so very blind&lt;br /&gt;Im a man, cant you see&lt;br /&gt;What I am&lt;br /&gt;I live and breathe for you&lt;br /&gt;But what good does it do&lt;br /&gt;If I aint got you, aint got ?&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-7505017712261060396</id><published>2008-07-21T11:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:10:31.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>travel geog sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-7505017712261060396?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/7505017712261060396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=7505017712261060396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7505017712261060396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7505017712261060396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/travel-geog-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-7607608491954552666</id><published>2008-07-20T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:54:57.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>your friend, my honour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-7607608491954552666?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/7607608491954552666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=7607608491954552666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7607608491954552666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/7607608491954552666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-friend-my-honour.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-3348121400460849435</id><published>2008-07-18T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:50:18.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>such a complicated thing&lt;br /&gt;i mean Love&lt;br /&gt;humans yearn for it so much&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;receiving from the wrong person&lt;br /&gt;would actually be undesirable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a complicated thing&lt;br /&gt;i mean Love&lt;br /&gt;humans yearn for it so much&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;receiving from the right person&lt;br /&gt;could actually hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a complicated thing&lt;br /&gt;i mean Love&lt;br /&gt;an unending bond they would say&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;could actually destroy&lt;br /&gt;the very bonds it served to connect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a complicated thing&lt;br /&gt;i mean Love&lt;br /&gt;with it, does friendship not exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, Love&lt;br /&gt;you look nothing more than a word&lt;br /&gt;In your plans, do you hold nothing more&lt;br /&gt;than just destruction for me?&lt;br /&gt;if that is the case,&lt;br /&gt;i would never have sought you out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-3348121400460849435?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/3348121400460849435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=3348121400460849435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3348121400460849435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3348121400460849435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/such-complicated-thing-i-mean-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-1528343283080073739</id><published>2008-07-18T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:06:00.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, what are you so afraid of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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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-10231742.post-4050214441310548340</id><published>2008-07-17T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:20:17.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trust me when i say i only want to be your friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-4050214441310548340?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/4050214441310548340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=4050214441310548340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-3583503989455990646?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/3583503989455990646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=3583503989455990646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3583503989455990646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3583503989455990646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/tell-me-its-not-another-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-818267942558184013</id><published>2008-07-16T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:31:56.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye - Air Supply</title><content type='html'>Here are the lyrics to song, take some time, wait for the song to load and listen to it before you leave. it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the pain living in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I know how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;You deserve to have much more&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your heart and I simpathize&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never criticize&lt;br /&gt;All you've ever meant to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let you down&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lead you on&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to hold you back&lt;br /&gt;From where you might belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You would never ask me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart is so disguised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just can't live a lie anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would rather hurt myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Than to ever make you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's nothing left to say but goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve the chance at the kind of love&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure i'm worthy of&lt;br /&gt;Losing you is painful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let you down&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lead you on&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to hold you back&lt;br /&gt;From where you might belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You would never ask me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart is so disguised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just can't live a lie anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would rather hurt myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Than to ever make you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's nothing left to say but goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You would never ask me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart is so disguised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just can't live a lie anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would rather hurt myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Than to ever make you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's nothing left to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though it's gonna hurt us both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's no other way than to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-818267942558184013?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/818267942558184013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=818267942558184013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/818267942558184013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-berts-blog-which-inturn-came-from.html' title='from bert&apos;s blog which inturn came from quanhao&apos;s blog, i think'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SHgtz8vR1cI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uArMke95M-U/s72-c/No.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231742.post-4833140377193096956</id><published>2008-07-10T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:48:52.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>because wanting more only causes pain&lt;br /&gt;build your life upon contentment&lt;br /&gt;that is the only thing you can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desire more, take a gamble and lose everything you have&lt;br /&gt;your life is fine as it is&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you were happy&lt;br /&gt;until love took over you&lt;br /&gt;'would it have been better if it never happened?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pack your things and leave your emotions behind&lt;br /&gt;that is the only thing you can do right now&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll be happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heartaches are signs of weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;'quick! cover them up!'&lt;br /&gt;it will heal, they will go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-4833140377193096956?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/4833140377193096956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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story part 2... before i forget</title><content type='html'>before i forget to continue my guitar story, i'd better do it now. hahaha! procrastination kills. so i stopped at me abandoning my electric guitar. i didn't really touch my guitar, through those periods of time until i went into poly, i had no idea what i had done. study? nah. game? probably. sleep? alot alot. hahaha! my guitar laid there for so long, i had no idea what to do with it. this went on into poly. this was probably the only thing i didn't regret coming to poly for. the only strong enough reason; sparking off my passion in playing the guitar. not saying i regretted coming poly, i think its great, the course is really fun and interesting. but i really want to go university, i think i just screwed up my chances. would i have had the chance to go university if had gone to JC??? probably, but at least it's not determined until the As are over. hahaha! but poly is alright i guess, there're always chances for further education so i think it was a safe choice. oh shit, i just digressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. how did the hell did poly bring out my interest in playing the guitar deep down hidden inside me???? hahaha! it was all thanks to the people. thanks to comm skills for telling us to talk about things that are memorable to us. thanks to andy who brought his guitar. that song he played, i will always remember how to play it; more than words. that time i didn't know how to play of course. but after listening to him play, i decided i must really go try. and so i did. i went to cheong the song. well.. the first complete song i learnt how to play. i was really really happy. the feeling was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuing my guitar journey, i started to strum no matter how awkward it seemed. i listened to songs and listened closely to the strokes. i learnt 'you're beautiful' by james blunt. but i still can't play it without the chords because i don't memorise, i hate memorising. and finally, the strokes became more swift and more 'natural', i could finally strum. but there was that hurdle about strumming and singing at the same time, i still have that problem. but i can roughly sing and play at the same time. it would of course wouldn't be better than just focusing on one task and doing it. chord changing was still a problem for me then. but as they say, practice makes perfect, i got addicted to the guitar. hahaha! it's simply too fun! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got myself a guitar last year during christmas with money from vacation work 299 dollars, a Maestro SD 3, it had a problem with the fret leveling but i got it fixed. i dammit love my guitar. i wouldn't call myself a beginner guitarist, but neither would i call myself advanced. i want to get better.bettter better better. it's a great friend in times of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get better. one day, i want to teach guitar and spread the passion of the instrument i have grown to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-3314372930685717833?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/3314372930685717833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=3314372930685717833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3314372930685717833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/3314372930685717833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/guitar-story-part-2-before-i-forget.html' title='guitar story part 2... before i forget'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-75925363413665036</id><published>2008-07-07T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:24:35.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with the right mood, this song'll make you cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Pretty Maids All In A Row"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;How are 'ya?&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we've come a long way&lt;br /&gt;My, but we learn so slow&lt;br /&gt;and heroes, they come&lt;br /&gt;and they go&lt;br /&gt;and leave us behind as if&lt;br /&gt;we're s'pposed to know why&lt;br /&gt;Why do we give up our hearts to the past?&lt;br /&gt;and why must we grow up so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all you wishing well fools&lt;br /&gt;with your fortunes&lt;br /&gt;someone should send you a rose with&lt;br /&gt;love from a friend,&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to here from you&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;And the storybook comes to a close&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the ribbons and bows&lt;br /&gt;Things to remember places to go&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Maids all in a Row&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh oh, oh......&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/10231742-75925363413665036?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/75925363413665036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=75925363413665036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/75925363413665036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/75925363413665036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/with-right-mood-this-songll-make-you.html' title='with the right mood, this song&apos;ll make you cry'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-1021048174959180948</id><published>2008-07-06T20:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:01:20.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian</title><content type='html'>i don't think i'll be continuing the story, it's just too boring. i'm bored, not as in bored like i have nothing to do. but just feeling restless. yes! thats the word. restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey Hope, you came&lt;br /&gt;'are u staying' i asked&lt;br /&gt;yes was your answer&lt;br /&gt;'why'd you go the last time?'&lt;br /&gt;you didn't tell me&lt;br /&gt;'it doesn't matter as long as you're here'&lt;br /&gt;you smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey Hope, u left&lt;br /&gt;'why'd you go' i asked&lt;br /&gt;'me' was my answer&lt;br /&gt;'why'd you drive her away?'&lt;br /&gt;'me' was my answer again&lt;br /&gt;'i heard she left something behind'&lt;br /&gt;'nothing. just a broken red box of flesh and blood.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-1021048174959180948?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/1021048174959180948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=1021048174959180948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/1021048174959180948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/1021048174959180948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/07/sian.html' title='sian'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-3427930590007164149</id><published>2008-07-06T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:39:32.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the promise - tracy chapman</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISSTz1xxdRw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISSTz1xxdRw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for me then I'll come for you &lt;br /&gt;Although I've traveled far &lt;br /&gt;I always hold a place for you in my heart &lt;br /&gt;If you think of me If you miss me once in awhile &lt;br /&gt;Then I'll return to you &lt;br /&gt;I'll return and fill that space in your heart &lt;br /&gt;Remembering &lt;br /&gt;Your touch &lt;br /&gt;Your kiss &lt;br /&gt;Your warm embrace &lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way back to you &lt;br /&gt;If you'll be waiting &lt;br /&gt;If you dream of me like I dream of you &lt;br /&gt;In a place that's warm and dark &lt;br /&gt;In a place where I can feel the beating of your heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering &lt;br /&gt;Your touch &lt;br /&gt;Your kiss &lt;br /&gt;Your warm embrace &lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way back to you &lt;br /&gt;If you'll be waiting &lt;br /&gt;I've longed for you and I have desired &lt;br /&gt;To see your face your smile &lt;br /&gt;To be with you wherever you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering &lt;br /&gt;Your touch &lt;br /&gt;Your kiss &lt;br /&gt;Your warm embrace &lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way back to you &lt;br /&gt;If you'll be waiting &lt;br /&gt;I've longed for you and I have desired &lt;br /&gt;To see your face, your smile &lt;br /&gt;To be with you wherever you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering &lt;br /&gt;Your touch &lt;br /&gt;Your kiss &lt;br /&gt;Your warm embrace &lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way back to you &lt;br /&gt;Please say you'll be waiting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together again &lt;br /&gt;It would feel so good to be &lt;br /&gt;In your arms &lt;br /&gt;Where all my journeys end &lt;br /&gt;If you can make a promise If it's one that you can keep, I vow to come for you &lt;br /&gt;If you wait for me and say you'll hold &lt;br /&gt;A place for me in your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-3427930590007164149?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-10231742.post-6316552944364136349</id><published>2008-07-02T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:22:08.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i going to talk about my life with the guitar!</title><content type='html'>i got my first guitar in sec 1! it was a yamaha classical. i bought from my friend for 20 dollars!! i have no idea where it is now. but i still remember the warcraft undead race sticker on it! i really miss it. i still the remember the times when i was still a beginner. i was really afraid of strumming the guitar because i thought the strings would break. i started to learn guitar because of NYAA bronze. i was excited about learning the guitar, but i failed at it because i failed to realise that it required practice and i lacked patience. we learnt at yamaha music school. my friends and i from NCC attended lessons for awhile until the NYAA criteria was met then we all quit together, except for afew who continued for awhile but quit in the end still. and so.. the guitar was left there. they were classical guitar lessons. too many unheard pieces, i guess it was the why reason we lost interest in it so quickly. i didn't have a real interest in music at that time too. after quitting, it was as good as saying i didn't attended guitar lessons because although they taught us how to read notes, it was completely forgotten. they didn't teach how to read tabs (notation for guitar only), they didn't teach strumming. anyways, about my classical guitar i haven't seen it in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as naive i was at the time, i thought that my guitar wasn't good. so... i got my mother to buy a Squire electric guitar pack for me (meaning it included an electric guitar, an amplifier, some picks, a strap and gig bag; the gig bag sucked anyway, its the worst i've/u've ever seen, trust me). i got it at sweelee at bras besah in 2004 (sec 2). so it layed in my home. of course there is the temporary craze over it. but it wore off in weeks. it was left lying there. subsequently, my friends whom knew i had an electric, borrowed it. after since, it was found mostly in my friends' house. friends because there were afew people who borrowed it. i lent it out because i wasn't using it anyways but really, i didn't want to lend to anyone at all because those friends were not really spontaneous in returning stuff. anyways, it came back recently with a broken amplifier. there was a sweelee sale the other day, i went and bought a Laney amp. it was kinda big and heavy so i dialled a cab and went home with. the sweelee warehouse is in a very ulu place. got it for 150 dollars at 50% off. original price was 300 dollars. so i guess it was kinda a good deal. i didn't manage to get my money back for the broken amp. some friends eh? i hate to ask people for money, i think money spoils relationships as the chinese saying goes 'jiang qian shang gan qing'. so oh well... nevermind. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my next guitar i think in secondary 3. it's a TGM acoustic, i'm unsure of what it means but my friend says it means 'the guitar man'. i got it for... err.. 65 dollars i think. it's lying in the guitar bag now with one string broken. i tuned the string the wrong way and well it broke. hahaha!....  anyway, u must have thought, at time i had already neglected my electric guitar, why did i still buy another guitar? it was through pressure from another friend, (i think i get pressured very easily, ha!) but it was good pressure i guess. he came to my house, he started by teaching me afew chords and a strumming pattern. well i practised for awhile, the same thing happened as with the electric guitar, the craze then the cold treatment. at that period of time, i just wanted to know how to play the guitar. but it is a vague statement. how do u define if a person is worthy of being said 'he knows how to play the guitar.' ? back to where i was. the cold treatment. so i stopped playing the guitar with me having no idea how to strum properly. but at that moment i already knew how to read tabs. but of course they are really easy to read, anyone could start reading them in minutes. they're basically the guitar on paper. guitar= 6 strings, tabs = 6 lines. i still remember the first chord progression my friend taught me, G - Em - C and D. that was all i knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with so many times of picking up the guitar and giving up. y'all must be wondering how i started&lt;br /&gt;to play the guitar again right?! err.... even ur not, i'll post next time,HAHAHA, thats all for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, that was really long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-6316552944364136349?l=eatuwhole.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-10231742.post-4558058375811249662</id><published>2008-07-02T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:40:46.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feels kinda weird</title><content type='html'>i used to love this girl. i have this friend, this classmate. they go to the same school. i think they're together. it just feels really weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-4558058375811249662?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/4558058375811249662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=4558058375811249662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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printed my accounting lecture notes, so i'm printing them now. seriously, the accounting notes damn alot sia, i think just i pressed somethin and the printing stopped haflway, damn. anyways, if anyone printed single side all the way for accounting, i bet his notes are damn thick, hahaha! i'm coming here just to kill time while printing the shit. damn i'm not looking forward to accounting lecture, gonna be freaking boring again&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;well, print finish already, time go to school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-2769888631746571942?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/2769888631746571942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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around singapore river~</title><content type='html'>went for the group field trip yesterday. woke up at 9.17am when i was suppose to reach raffles place at 10am. but i hurried up and boarded the mrt at 9.50am. not bad eh. bathed, ate my breakfast and reached there really fast. i reached raffles place at about 10.15am. i wasn't the latest though, quanhao came awhile later, khermeng came shortly after quanhao. kher meng came from camp, he looked like he was going to the market, hahaha! shaun kept calling him ah peh. as in 'father' hahaha! anyway, we left the mrt together at 10.30am, walked around, we took picture with some big bird statue. the weather was really hot. as usual i sweat like crazy. after awhile we couldn't take it went to mac to properly discuss where to take pictures at before stepping under the scorching sun. we took pictures at Victoria Concert Hall, asian civilisation museum, at the singapore river and with some cosplay people, the pictures are with nat if u want to see them. they were dressing like characters in D Gray Man. i don't have the group pictures, but i do have some random ones. hahaha! not exactly interesting pictures, but i'll post them anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SGcnnY0W6jI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-HNqOw3kp_Y/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SGcnnY0W6jI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-HNqOw3kp_Y/s320/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217182250962446898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SGcnnpsplQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gv69DlsOtuY/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SGcnnpsplQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gv69DlsOtuY/s320/DSC00107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217182255493518594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the photographer getting the models ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SGcnnw6UZ0I/AAAAAAAAAII/cjVQ9odXZtY/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SGcnnw6UZ0I/AAAAAAAAAII/cjVQ9odXZtY/s320/DSC00108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217182257429899074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final product: they are acting, no scandal of any sort surrounding these 2, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SGcnoAynsXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uWgG2uMWdV8/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SGcnoAynsXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uWgG2uMWdV8/s320/DSC00109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217182261692576114" border="0" 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lots of people putting this on their blog. true or not? maybe? u decide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-4281554630587440797?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/4281554630587440797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=4281554630587440797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4281554630587440797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4281554630587440797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-could-take-little-trip-around.html' title='you could take a little trip around singapore river~'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SGcnnY0W6jI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-HNqOw3kp_Y/s72-c/DSC00106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231742.post-5302286100891233999</id><published>2008-06-27T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:33:27.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SSM today.</title><content type='html'>SSM started out okay, opening was fine and all. we were heavily low on manpower. 6 people were taken out of sugar loaf crew to serve president nathan who came for some '&gt;60 official opening', above that, there were absentees. but i must say yvonne the headwaiter did a great job today. and of course our beloved phoebe, the assistant headwaiter! they did a great job organising Sugar Loaf. hahaha! great job to everyone! except me. i started off operations by dropping the first plate on the tray i cleared. that potato gratin, i will never forget that moment. how it bounced off the table while i watched helplessly as it headed for the cold hard floor. without thinking, i grabbed the 2 pieces of ceramics and holding it so that the contents wouldn't fall off. but the contents spilled on my hand, it was freaking HOT. but of course at that moment i was embarrassed enough, i didn't want to embarrass myself further by putting the pieces on the table and saying it's hot. i turned around to see mr malik staring at me. i froze for a moment and asked him what to do. as usual, 'headwaiter!' but before that i cheonged to the stewarding room to drop off the broken potato gratin bowl or whatever it is called. i was really embarrassed, furthermore those students were from HTM too. i really 'lao kui-ed' myself. yvonne helped me wrap up the broken pieces while i cleaned up the mess quickly. THANK YOU YVONNE! u know when u commit a mistake then u'll feel like too malu-ed to go into the operation area again. i was really scared. but i knew i had to face it. then i walked like nothing happened, but deep inside i was feeling horrible. i destroyed her potato gratin!!!!!!!!! nooooooooooooo......... damn, stupid me. it was afterwards replaced with a tortilla. cuz after i destroyed her potato gratin there were no more left in the display. but when the tortilla was served &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gang gang hao&lt;/span&gt; the potato gratins came. yvonne served it too. THANK YOU YVONNE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the horrible incident, everything went quite well. then somethin interesting happened. because after awhile all the people who were suppose to serve mr nathan had left. then only left me and celine the captains without waiters. hahaha! i went to clear a guy's table, then i heard him say 'shit, then later she cannot clear', but of course, i know who he was referring to because there was only one person clearing stuff other than me. of course that 'she' was celine. i told celine about it. she said that guy had asked for her number. hahaha! understandable, i think celine is really pretty. but i didn't like the 'shit then later she cannot clear'. are u saying it so loudly so that i would actually put the tray down so that celine can clear it for u? fat hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to do PD for the last half hour of SSM. went to do with miao hong. walked through engineering school, no business. walk to business school then business start coming in, hahaha! ryun kiat got forced by his classmates to buy my orange pound cake, hahaha! i should sms him to apologise later. the damn cake was 5 dollars, i wouldn't buy it, i hate orange. hahaha! we earned only 15 dollars for walking from TCA to business and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, we didn't earn enough to hit our target which was 1400 dollars, it wasn't really our target, it was THEIR target, we didn't set it. we only earned 1320 dollars. 80 dollars short. today was a day of non stop action because of the shortage of manpower. was really really really tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-5302286100891233999?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/5302286100891233999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=5302286100891233999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5302286100891233999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/5302286100891233999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/06/ssm-today.html' title='SSM today.'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-273946751409341746</id><published>2008-06-26T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:56:31.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Table today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; some pictures of food!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOf2iZGoeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nWZlEPf8xF0/s1600-h/DSC00101%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00101" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOf30bBebI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WHnaYfJbqMQ/DSC00101_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The setting! see the hands grabbing the menu like a rabbit? thats purdee! HAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOfNdHKcbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/28Q4I_G4SpE/s1600-h/DSC00103%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOfI9iI86I/AAAAAAAAAG0/o7bTdeGhtkg/s1600-h/DSC00104%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOfNdHKcbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/28Q4I_G4SpE/s1600-h/DSC00103%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOfI9iI86I/AAAAAAAAAG0/o7bTdeGhtkg/s1600-h/DSC00104%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOf4wY9HVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jK4MV3zES2w/s1600-h/DSC00102%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00102" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOf5ZuDyYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EJgHdhgqWI0/DSC00102_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Onion Gratinee.. i think&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOfI9iI86I/AAAAAAAAAG0/o7bTdeGhtkg/s1600-h/DSC00104%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOfJglgZyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9pfSzJ1LRHo/s1600-h/DSC00102%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOf6hkfVPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bJb6EOE62W4/s1600-h/DSC00104%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00104" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOf7gBQn0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/MT3RARZ0i5Y/DSC00104_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOfNdHKcbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/28Q4I_G4SpE/s1600-h/DSC00103%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOfI9iI86I/AAAAAAAAAG0/o7bTdeGhtkg/s1600-h/DSC00104%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOfNdHKcbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/28Q4I_G4SpE/s1600-h/DSC00103%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOf8XojKlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4rCxjNSPKIc/s1600-h/DSC00103%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00103" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOf-CsK_vI/AAAAAAAAAHs/acPgumDDzR8/DSC00103_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sorry but i got his name, but he's a chicken thigh! hahaha! swimming around are potato cubes and onions and red peppers, i think&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOgDFvsHdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/VuBOi2mhHSM/s1600-h/DSC00105%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00105" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOgDh4DrkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/11aCMx2KM0c/DSC00105_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The poached pear with sorbe! nice! never knew pear could taste like that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not bad, albert suggested going to top table every thursday.... yeahyeah, go until the people are sick of us. go until everyone there know us right? hahaha! but actually, i don't mind. FOR FOOD!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;the time has come again for us to gather and pray that tomorrow will be a good day. tomorrow is friday. no, it is not friday the 13th. it is worse. it is friday the SSM. i'm waiter tomorrow, i don't know what i'm suppose to do except clear trays and plates and bowls. imma go ask around later! hahaha! i get nervous over the smallest stuff. i know being waiter at sugarloaf ain't as bad as being a waiter at top table but.. still i'm&amp;#160; rather nervous. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;hope tomorrow will be a good day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-273946751409341746?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/273946751409341746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=273946751409341746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/273946751409341746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/273946751409341746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/06/top-table-today.html' title='Top Table today!'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/eatuwhole/SGOf30bBebI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WHnaYfJbqMQ/s72-c/DSC00101_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231742.post-8122470304272093521</id><published>2008-06-25T23:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T01:48:09.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vulnerable</title><content type='html'>not that much of a poet, but here goes. dedicated to someone sad, this is yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Nameless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has the world done to you?&lt;br /&gt;why do you look upon the world with shady eyes?&lt;br /&gt;has the liar named love called on you?&lt;br /&gt;has betrayal come your way so painfully&lt;br /&gt;that your heart is ladened with steel,&lt;br /&gt;so heavy you can hardly carry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you afraid so of?&lt;br /&gt;why have you sealed up your heart so tightly?&lt;br /&gt;is there no room for negotiations?&lt;br /&gt;is there no one worthy enough&lt;br /&gt;to enter your heart like a king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been hiding in there all alone behind those cold and lifeless walls&lt;br /&gt;are you waiting for someone to knock on them&lt;br /&gt;and deliver you from all this darkness&lt;br /&gt;he's coming, he was always there&lt;br /&gt;its time to dismantle those plates of steel;&lt;br /&gt;they won't hold forever&lt;br /&gt;let him hold your hand and lead you&lt;br /&gt;it's a wonderful world out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty face of yours deserves more than a frown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231742-8122470304272093521?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/8122470304272093521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=8122470304272093521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8122470304272093521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/8122470304272093521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/06/vulnerable.html' title='vulnerable'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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-10231742.post-4853732957326805405</id><published>2008-06-25T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:39:46.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BESE presentation</title><content type='html'>today was BESE presentation. i was suppose to wake up at 8am this morning, to do up the powerpoint, the individual fnb thing and my cue cards. i woke up at 10am instead. then i realised my trousers and shirt were not ironed. i mean they were, but they were still alittle crumpled, so i re-ironed. by the time i finished it was about 11.10am. i reached school at about 11.30am. relax people, don be envious i can reach school in just 20 mins, hahaha!!! first thing cheong to library level 6 cheong the ppt. i finished my ppt and cue cards then 1pm went to lab 6 to meet the rest to rehearse. then of course 2pm, BESE lesson, my group was the first to present. all of them were pretty serious presentations. compared to don's rapping presentations last year, hahaha! some said they nearly fell asleep until someone started to make her presentation. hahaha. i guess those who were in the class should know who it was. she was very loud, haha, thats a plus thing though. she always seems fierce, somemore she raised her voice. quite intimidating. she really reminds us of an angry primary school teacher! but don't worry! its not a bad thing! i thought her presentation was really good. just gotta work on the smilin'. haha! another loud one was Aaron i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of people pon BESE lecture today, the lecture hall was not even 1/3 full. tomorrow i'm going with albert and purdee to top table! aaron last minute said he coming, so i'll have to ask them whether it's possible to add another person. meeting at 11.15am at the TCA lobby, can't wait! hahaha! FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this commercial on the TV just now! it's super cool, its called the magicwheel. for more information go to www. magicwheel.sg. see!! hahha,it's a cross over between a skate board and a bicycle. someone please go buy! i want to play!! hahaha!   it's quite pricey though 350 dollars. i'm looking forward to people riding it on the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SGJItMdwesI/AAAAAAAAAGk/asLs0-ie4Xo/s1600-h/Gimage_5B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SGJItMdwesI/AAAAAAAAAGk/asLs0-ie4Xo/s320/Gimage_5B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215811259725806274" 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/10231742-4853732957326805405?l=eatuwhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/feeds/4853732957326805405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231742&amp;postID=4853732957326805405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4853732957326805405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231742/posts/default/4853732957326805405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatuwhole.blogspot.com/2008/06/bese-presentation.html' title='BESE presentation'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928135598269690816</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2cBR-igFC8/SGJItMdwesI/AAAAAAAAAGk/asLs0-ie4Xo/s72-c/Gimage_5B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
