<?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-29596119</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:35:15.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jerrrrr</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29596119.post-5030349507348926880</id><published>2008-11-18T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:11:27.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;can't believe i'll need to use this place twice in a row a day.&lt;br /&gt;how much more can my heart take it sia? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now conclusion, she's back with him and i'm still alone.&lt;br /&gt;as reluctant as i am, i had to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;what can i do as a 3rd party?&lt;br /&gt;the most painful thing, watch her leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't cry anymore, my tears has long dried up since, well, ya my ex.&lt;br /&gt;i won't either, if its the best for her, by all means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pain is very familiar, its like i've been through this before.&lt;br /&gt;yes, when my ex said to break up with me. its the exact same feeling.&lt;br /&gt;wait, there's more, helplessness and fatigue is kicking in too.&lt;br /&gt;i had 4 hours of sleep for 36 hours and i still can't get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as cheerful as i might seem from the outside now,&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is, if you think i've really cheered up,&lt;br /&gt;think again and think hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were the remedy to my ex.&lt;br /&gt;now you're the poison in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really loved you.&lt;br /&gt;but i've said it once and i'll say it again, if this is the best for you, by all means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just sad that it ended before it could start.&lt;br /&gt;all these are the thoughts that are randomly popping out in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i then realised this most significant one thats haunting me since just now.&lt;br /&gt;its a line that goes like this,&lt;br /&gt;"sooner or later, her love for him will cover her liking for you, then you'll be in much deeper shit than you are in right now."&lt;br /&gt;what can i do now?&lt;br /&gt;kindness begets kindness? lick my balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this,&lt;br /&gt;is,&lt;br /&gt;not,&lt;br /&gt;what,&lt;br /&gt;i'd,&lt;br /&gt;intended.&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/29596119-5030349507348926880?l=jerrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5030349507348926880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29596119&amp;postID=5030349507348926880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/5030349507348926880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/5030349507348926880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/2008/11/cant-believe-ill-need-to-use-this-place.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</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-29596119.post-4477846894365004065</id><published>2008-11-18T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:11:10.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;my life has been about dilemmas.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm feeling anxious, nervous, sad, happy, frustrated, stressed out etc etc, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never realised i'd fall so deep for her.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm helpless.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking the possibilities, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;if it turns out good, for me, i'll be like OMFGed-happiness.&lt;br /&gt;if it turns out bad, for me, i don't know if i can ever take such a fall again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if its bad,&lt;br /&gt;do i still contact her?&lt;br /&gt;after all that she and i had said to each other?&lt;br /&gt;am i still ready to let her confide in?&lt;br /&gt;when i'm so ready to step into her life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't eat, can't sleep, can't get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;this frustration inside me is killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can one have so many different feelings in 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;like, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone's heart take such fluctuations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep inside, i pray whatever happens tonight will be best for her.&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/29596119-4477846894365004065?l=jerrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4477846894365004065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29596119&amp;postID=4477846894365004065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/4477846894365004065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/4477846894365004065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-life-has-been-about-dilemmas.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</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-29596119.post-4298508568538268319</id><published>2008-11-18T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T03:14:27.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faber Drive - When I'm With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Saw you walk in to the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Thought i'd try to talk to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Babe, am i ever glad you wanted me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Its been two years to the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; half the time I've been away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I know I'm not there enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; but that's gonna change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; cause I'm coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; to show you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm keeping the promise that i made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; When i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; cause i miss you, whenever you're not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when i kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i still get butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; years from now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; yeah we've had our ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; but we've always worked them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; babe am i ever glad we got this far now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; still i'm lying here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; wishing i was by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; cause when i'm not there enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; nothing feels right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; so i'm coming back to show you that I'll love you the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; cause i miss you, whenever your not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when i kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i still get butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; years from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; im not gonna break the promise i made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; cause i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; cause i miss you, whenever your not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when i kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i still get butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; years from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when i'm with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when i'm with you&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/29596119-4298508568538268319?l=jerrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4298508568538268319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29596119&amp;postID=4298508568538268319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/4298508568538268319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/4298508568538268319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/2008/11/faber-drive-when-im-with-you.html' title='Faber Drive - When I&apos;m With You'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</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-29596119.post-495168403539117988</id><published>2008-10-14T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:50:52.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;#1. The person that tagged or pass you is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;weiling.&lt;br /&gt;#2. Your relationship with him or her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;pengyou.&lt;br /&gt;#3. Your five impression of her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;siao, loud, friendly, kind, LOVABLE.&lt;br /&gt;#4.The most memorable thing he or she had done for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;alot sia, mostly help me do things i thought people would normally never do cause i'm too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;#5.The most memorable thing he or she had said for you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;everything! HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;#6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;of course. ^^&lt;br /&gt;#7.If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;she is who she is, change for? lol.&lt;br /&gt;#8.If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;cry.&lt;br /&gt;#9.If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;can't think of any. ;D&lt;br /&gt;#10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;get her a big stitch at her next birthday.&lt;br /&gt;#11.Your overall impression of him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;L O V A B L E .&lt;br /&gt;#12. How you think of other people around you feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;shrugs, badly?&lt;br /&gt;#13.The character you love yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;no idea, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;#14.On the contrary, the way you hate yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;fat.&lt;br /&gt;#15.The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;fit.&lt;br /&gt;#16.For people who love or care for you, say something to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;#17. Pass this quiz to 10 people you can think of, how they feel about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;1 weiling!&lt;br /&gt;2 questina&lt;br /&gt;3 jermaine&lt;br /&gt;4 liang&lt;br /&gt;5 paul&lt;br /&gt;6 monkey&lt;br /&gt;7 vivien&lt;br /&gt;8 irina&lt;br /&gt;9 ben&lt;br /&gt;10 yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;#18. Who is 6 having relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;woo, no idea. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;#19. Is no.9 a male or a female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;male.&lt;br /&gt;#20. If 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;LOL! FUNNY AS HELL!&lt;br /&gt;#21. Whats is no2. studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;O levels.&lt;br /&gt;#22.When was the last time you have a chat with no1.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;that day i called her! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;#23.What kind of music band does no.8 likes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;woah, many?&lt;br /&gt;#24.Does no1. have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;yup, older and younger sisters.&lt;br /&gt;#25.Will you woo no.3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;probably.&lt;br /&gt;#26.How about no4.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i'm straight.&lt;br /&gt;#27.Is no7. single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;she says yes, but i think nooo!&lt;br /&gt;#28.Whats the surname of no5.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;lau.&lt;br /&gt;#29.Whats the hobby of no10.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;bball, comp, NBA.&lt;br /&gt;#30.Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;orchid park secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;#31.Talk about something casually about no1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;L O V A B L E !&lt;br /&gt;#32.Where does no6. live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;khatib&lt;br /&gt;#33. What colour does no.4 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;lol, black. color of his mole!&lt;br /&gt;#34. Are no5. and no1. best friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;good friend ba.&lt;br /&gt;#35. Does no1. have any pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;DOG! noisy one at it. ;x&lt;br /&gt;#36. Is no7. the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HAHAH, she'd expect me to say yes, but i wouldn't say sex-iest, but sexy! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/29596119-495168403539117988?l=jerrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/495168403539117988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29596119&amp;postID=495168403539117988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/495168403539117988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/495168403539117988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/2008/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29596119.post-3835056767928260617</id><published>2008-10-12T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:58:37.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thanks to manping and zhengjie, though i don't know who are you at the moment, i'm here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad sia, still got people reading this hahah.&lt;br /&gt;apparently i'm feeling easier now.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't say better, but easier is true enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see, whats going on nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;my school's started, but i have many questions in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;1) are my fees paid?&lt;br /&gt;2) NS deferment&lt;br /&gt;3) am i still in NYP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;power right? i'm going to a school i don't even know if i'm still in.&lt;br /&gt;but ahh well, at least its advancing in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nightlife! getting more and more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;first off, YS-one racing!&lt;br /&gt;what do you get when you have a bicycle, a seven storey high spiral carpark with no cars and a bunch of crazy and bored guys?&lt;br /&gt;i present you, night racing down spiral carparks on bicycles, no brakes no legs!&lt;br /&gt;lolol, the thrill is indescribable!&lt;br /&gt;though with great fun comes great risk, most of us are injured there.&lt;br /&gt;jer - serious back injury, a few scars on the hind legs.&lt;br /&gt;eugene - abrasions on elbows, legs and chest, chui-ed toes.&lt;br /&gt;ben - abrasions on the knee.&lt;br /&gt;km - abrasions on both heels and legs.&lt;br /&gt;junrong - popped nail and injured toes.&lt;br /&gt;hahah! but it was worth it, its a good chilling place. pictures speak a thousand words, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqKbLax-smI/SPI5B7tD66I/AAAAAAAAAAc/2gq9BbfNFmU/s1600-h/Image135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqKbLax-smI/SPI5B7tD66I/AAAAAAAAAAc/2gq9BbfNFmU/s320/Image135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256326420464135074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathtaking? hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next off, past few nights was spent out, most of the time with jermaine, friend from HazardMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, tonight. we did slight le parkour. we climbed to the roof of that carpark. hoho!&lt;br /&gt;jumped down from a storey high height. pain? slight, but fun was to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess thats all i have to update! OH YEA! one more lovely picture, results of crazy biking. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqKbLax-smI/SPI5_4ZmTEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/K3vV9_Xh9Xg/s1600-h/Image138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqKbLax-smI/SPI5_4ZmTEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/K3vV9_Xh9Xg/s320/Image138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256327484729084994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my leg is adidas brand! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight, its 1.55am and i'm gna go out now. CYA PEOPLE! KEEP THE TAGS COMING FOR MORE UPDATES! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i can see you're going on with your life well, i'm happy for you, though i can no longer be part of it, i hope in some corner of your heart, there's still me. whats the point, you ask, why should there be an explaination for merely thinking of the person who's dying for you. well, still that phrase, i loved you. &lt;33s.&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/29596119-3835056767928260617?l=jerrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/3835056767928260617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29596119&amp;postID=3835056767928260617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/3835056767928260617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/3835056767928260617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-to-manping-and-zhengjie-though-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</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/_bqKbLax-smI/SPI5B7tD66I/AAAAAAAAAAc/2gq9BbfNFmU/s72-c/Image135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29596119.post-4738185387488635574</id><published>2008-08-31T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:05:32.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;many a time, i want to show you this blog.&lt;br /&gt;many a time, i want to pick up my phone and call you.&lt;br /&gt;many a time, i want to go over to find you.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i do, i stop.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i do, i smoke.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i do, i go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i do, i hold back my tears.&lt;br /&gt;cause everytime i do, i tell myself, "you will never come back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a few lines from different songs i so wna tell you but can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:85%;" &gt;曾以为你是全世界 , 但那天已经好遥远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:85%;" &gt;我们都没错, 只是不适合&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:85%;" &gt;毕竟用尽了力气也未必如愿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:85%;" &gt;谢谢你, 谢谢你, 我尝过爱的好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:85%;" &gt;看到记忆慢下来，过去甜蜜在倒带，&lt;br /&gt;只是感觉已经不在，而我对你的期待，&lt;br /&gt;被你一次次摔坏，已经碎成太多块，&lt;br /&gt;要怎么拼凑跟重来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于看开，爱回不来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:85%;" &gt;我们面前太多阻碍，你的手却放不开，&lt;br /&gt;宁愿没出息求我别离开。&lt;- i did so.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;手放开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:85%;" &gt;我把自己關起來只留下一個陽台&lt;br /&gt;每當天黑推開城門對著夜幕發呆&lt;br /&gt;看著往事　一幕一幕　再次演出你我的愛&lt;br /&gt;我把電視機打開聽著聽著別人的對白&lt;br /&gt;也許那些故事可以給我一個交代&lt;br /&gt;你要的愛　我學不來　&lt;br /&gt;眼睜睜看情變壞　眼睜睜看情感慨&lt;br /&gt;不能給你未來　我還你現在&lt;br /&gt;安靜結束也是另一種對待　當眼淚留下來&lt;br /&gt;傷已超載　分開也是另一種明白&lt;br /&gt;我給你最後的疼愛是手放開&lt;br /&gt;不要一張雙人床中間隔著一片海&lt;br /&gt;感情的污點就留給時間慢慢漂白&lt;br /&gt;把愛收進胸前左邊口袋&lt;br /&gt;最後的疼愛是手放開&lt;br /&gt;不想用言語拉扯所以選擇不責怪&lt;br /&gt;感情就像候車月台　有人走就有人來　&lt;br /&gt;我的心是一個站牌　寫著等待&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:85%;" &gt;我把收音機打開聽著別人的失敗&lt;br /&gt;哽咽的聲音彷彿訴說著相同悲哀&lt;br /&gt;你的依賴　還在胸懷　&lt;br /&gt;我無法輕易推開　我無法隨便走開&lt;br /&gt;感情中專心的人容易被傷害&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so many many more. okay i shall put last two songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:85%;" &gt;谢谢你如此温柔&lt;br /&gt;捧着爱静静等候 &lt;br /&gt;我的双手 其实同样在颤抖&lt;br /&gt;但我能给你什么&lt;br /&gt;我只是一个他遗忘的我&lt;br /&gt;心被一扫而空&lt;br /&gt;我会把你种在我心中&lt;br /&gt;也许某天会终于再次长出一个梦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;飞轮海:不知道&lt;br /&gt;不明了&lt;br /&gt;不想要&lt;br /&gt;为什么&lt;br /&gt;我的心&lt;br /&gt;明明是想靠近&lt;br /&gt;却孤单到黎明&lt;br /&gt;不知道&lt;br /&gt;不明了&lt;br /&gt;不想要&lt;br /&gt;为什么&lt;br /&gt;我的心&lt;br /&gt;那爱情的绮丽&lt;br /&gt;总是在孤单里&lt;br /&gt;再把我的最好的爱给你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.H.E:谢谢你如此温柔&lt;br /&gt;点着笑容的灯火&lt;br /&gt;只温暖而不打扰我的寒冬&lt;br /&gt;还没决定往哪走&lt;br /&gt;才所以不能答应你陪我&lt;br /&gt;怕你会变成我&lt;br /&gt;我会把你种在我心中&lt;br /&gt;也许某天会终于再次长出一个梦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;飞轮海:不知道&lt;br /&gt;不明了&lt;br /&gt;不想要&lt;br /&gt;为什么&lt;br /&gt;我的心&lt;br /&gt;明明是想靠近&lt;br /&gt;却孤单到黎明&lt;br /&gt;不知道&lt;br /&gt;不明了&lt;br /&gt;不想要&lt;br /&gt;为什么&lt;br /&gt;我的心&lt;br /&gt;那爱情的绮丽&lt;br /&gt;总是在孤单里&lt;br /&gt;再把我的最好的爱给你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;飞轮海:不知道&lt;br /&gt;不明了&lt;br /&gt;不想要&lt;br /&gt;为什么&lt;br /&gt;我的心&lt;br /&gt;明明是想靠近&lt;br /&gt;却孤单到黎明&lt;br /&gt;不知道&lt;br /&gt;不明了&lt;br /&gt;不想要&lt;br /&gt;为什么&lt;br /&gt;我的心&lt;br /&gt;那爱情的绮丽&lt;br /&gt;总是在孤单里&lt;br /&gt;再把我的最好的爱给你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.H.E:谢谢你如此温柔&lt;br /&gt;点着笑容的灯火&lt;br /&gt;只温暖而不打扰我的寒冬&lt;br /&gt;还没决定往哪走&lt;br /&gt;才所以不能答应你陪我&lt;br /&gt;怕你会变成我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;lastly, this song is the one i really want you to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/JavaScript" src="http://www1.haoting.com/adad/koowo.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你最近還好嗎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;挑一張耶誕卡寫上滿滿祝福的話&lt;br /&gt;地址寫的是心底 你能不能收到它&lt;br /&gt;天有點冷 風有點大 城市寧靜而喧嘩&lt;br /&gt;這一個冬天我得一個人走回家&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s.h.e&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 問自己習慣了嗎&lt;br /&gt;沒有你每到夜裏回聲變得好大&lt;br /&gt;有沒有什麽好方法讓寂寞更聽話&lt;br /&gt;(S.H.E) 你最近還好嗎 (好嗎)&lt;br /&gt;是不是也在思念裏掙紮&lt;br /&gt;你說會記得我 還記得嗎&lt;br /&gt;你最近還好嗎 (好嗎)&lt;br /&gt;忙碌嗎累嗎 心還會痛嗎&lt;br /&gt;如果真不得已忘了我&lt;br /&gt;快向快樂出發&lt;br /&gt;有再多的牽掛都已沒有權利表達&lt;br /&gt;(沒有權利表達)&lt;br /&gt;舊情人給的問候比陌生人還尷尬(都還尷尬)&lt;br /&gt;昨天遠了 明天还长&lt;br /&gt;回憶模糊但巨大&lt;br /&gt;這樣的深夜眼淚要怎樣不流下&lt;br /&gt;(要怎樣不流下)&lt;br /&gt;Repeat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s.h.e&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (S.H.E)&lt;br /&gt;你最近還好嗎 (好嗎)&lt;br /&gt;是不是也在思念裏掙紮&lt;br /&gt;你說會記得我 還記得嗎&lt;br /&gt;(O你還記得嗎)&lt;br /&gt;你最近還好嗎 (好嗎)&lt;br /&gt;忙碌嗎累嗎 心還會痛嗎&lt;br /&gt;如果真不得已忘了我&lt;br /&gt;快向快樂出發&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i know things hasn't been going well with you recently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;know that i'm still here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s.h.e&gt;&lt;/s.h.e&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29596119-4738185387488635574?l=jerrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4738185387488635574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29596119&amp;postID=4738185387488635574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/4738185387488635574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/4738185387488635574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/2008/08/many-time-i-want-to-show-you-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</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-29596119.post-4959376526990219496</id><published>2008-08-27T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:29:51.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tell me how to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;when everything around me reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;cars, "maybe it'd have worked out if i had one."&lt;br /&gt;bugis, "maybe if i was still on attachment, it'd have worked out."&lt;br /&gt;msn, "maybe you'd pm me someday."&lt;br /&gt;phone, "maybe you'd call me someday."&lt;br /&gt;clothings, "maybe if i had dressed better, it'd have worked out."&lt;br /&gt;even at any girls, "how are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;a couple, "why didn't we work out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. who says thoughts can't kill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/29596119-4959376526990219496?l=jerrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4959376526990219496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29596119&amp;postID=4959376526990219496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/4959376526990219496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/4959376526990219496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/2008/08/tell-me-how-to-forget-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</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-29596119.post-6472422749029160452</id><published>2008-08-18T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:43:54.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;http://goldinuniverse.com/ &lt;- sharp as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Name: Jeremy Wee&lt;br /&gt;  Date: 8/18/2008&lt;br /&gt;  Colorgenics Number: 21345607&lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt;       &lt;p&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are a very sensitive person and you try hard (perhaps a little too hard) to make favourable impressions and to be recognised by your peers. But you have that inherent need to feel appreciated and admired and you are easily hurt if all of your endeavours go by unappreciated or not acknowledged. Stop trying so hard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are a true extrovert, frivolous and outgoing. You need to feel in control of any situation. If matters are not proceeding according to plan you tend to get extremely irritable and perhaps become difficult to live with.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Being a very proud individual, you tend to hold yourself aloof pretending that you are stoical - indifferent to pain and pleasure. This is not so, for in truth you are an extremely emotional individual, one that may make a hasty decision and perhaps regret it at leisure. It is time now to break the bond of detachment and be the 'you' that you would like to be - give vent to your emotions and enjoy yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are being unduly influenced by the situation that is all around you. You do not like the feeling of loneliness and whatever it is that seems to separate you from others. You know that life can be wonderful and you are anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to live it to the full. You therefore resent any restriction or limitations that are being imposed on you and you insist on going it alone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are trying to build up your own position and you resist all external influences. You insist that you are your own person and you will not tolerate any outside interference. Decisive and proud, you are true managerial material.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29596119-6472422749029160452?l=jerrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/6472422749029160452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29596119&amp;postID=6472422749029160452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/6472422749029160452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/6472422749029160452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/2008/08/httpgoldinuniverse.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</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-29596119.post-5720764662390582451</id><published>2008-08-17T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:06:40.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i went to a friend's blog and saw a few quotes.&lt;br /&gt;went on to browse through others online.&lt;br /&gt;found a few that i want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 1 favourite :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If one day you realize that I haven't talked to you in a while, just remember, you were the one who pushed me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 2 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I still do think about you, but it really doesn't matter anymore, it wouldn't change anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe how fast I lost her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't hold the key to stop time, I don't hold the key to the books of knowledge, And I most specifically don't hold the key to your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't ready for you to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born the day i met you, lived a while when you loved me and died when we broke apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she wasn't like every other girl. She said she was different. She cheated on me, she broke my heart, she did everything she said she wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;What happened? Why am I still here, waiting for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is already painful to break up with someone you loved but even more painful to see them flirting with another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if my heart stops beating the pain will go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 3 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sigh with tears in my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flop myself down onto my bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and whisper over and over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"what did i do wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to bring me great joy &amp;amp; excitement to think about you, but now it brings me great sorrow &amp;amp; worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quotes on my friend's blog :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Guy Is Worth Your Tears &amp;amp; When You Find The One That Is He Won't Make You Cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Day You'll Cry For Me Like I Cried For You, Some Day You'll Miss Me Like I Missed You, Some Day You'll Need Me Like I Needed You, Some Day You'll Love Me But I Won't Love You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The day you finally decide to love me will be the day after the day I have given up on chasing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget the times he walked by, Forget the times he made you cry, Forget the times he spoke your name, Remember now your not the same. Forget the times he held your hand, Forget the sweet things if you can,Forget the times &amp;amp; Don't pretend, Remember now he's just your friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29596119-5720764662390582451?l=jerrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5720764662390582451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29596119&amp;postID=5720764662390582451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/5720764662390582451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/5720764662390582451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-went-to-friends-blog-and-saw-few.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</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-29596119.post-1825741307622464305</id><published>2008-08-17T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:41:40.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ex-posts deleted. &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/29596119-1825741307622464305?l=jerrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1825741307622464305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29596119&amp;postID=1825741307622464305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/1825741307622464305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/1825741307622464305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/2008/08/ex-posts-deleted.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</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-29596119.post-8753332791111320788</id><published>2008-08-17T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:34:00.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;been close to a month now.&lt;br /&gt;hasn't been a day which i've not thought of her lol.&lt;br /&gt;stubborn? shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from chalet today.&lt;br /&gt;was fun big time.&lt;br /&gt;still, the nights still made me thought of her.&lt;br /&gt;even for a slight moment, it just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right before i left for chalet, i saw her msn nick.&lt;br /&gt;Sabby ;D a b C d e F g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x Y z.&lt;br /&gt;i remember this crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;it resembles my previous&lt;br /&gt;-XR-MrRAWR- A B c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r S t u v w x Y z.&lt;br /&gt;shattered my heart totally.&lt;br /&gt;she used my method of showing my love for her, for another guy.&lt;br /&gt;a way to make me forget her?&lt;br /&gt;a way to agitate me?&lt;br /&gt;a way to spite me?&lt;br /&gt;a way to forget me?&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired to decide anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that nick, i was able to move slightly on with life.&lt;br /&gt;ever moved on with heartbroken as motivation ?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure alot of people experience that, i'm just another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feelingless now.&lt;br /&gt;not emo.&lt;br /&gt;not sad.&lt;br /&gt;not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;not upset.&lt;br /&gt;not frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;not happy.&lt;br /&gt;not angry.&lt;br /&gt;feelingless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i come across things that reminds me of her,&lt;br /&gt;i turn away,&lt;br /&gt;i walk off,&lt;br /&gt;i ignore,&lt;br /&gt;i 'shutdown'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;no idea myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, thanks weiling for inviting me to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;thanks vivien for trying to cheer me up despite your hectic schedule.&lt;br /&gt;thanks eda for cheering me up.&lt;br /&gt;thanks ben and gene for consoling me that their parents don't condemn me.&lt;br /&gt;thanks yong for accompanying me on countless emo nights.&lt;br /&gt;sorry to ARSON for being bossy/attitude/hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song that i've changed is for you, bii.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't call you another name anymore.&lt;br /&gt;despite what have happened, my feelings for you have not changed.&lt;br /&gt;if moving on is what you want, i'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;if forgeting you is what you want, i'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;as long as you want it, without lying to yourself, i'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day people, thanks for reading.&lt;br /&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/29596119-8753332791111320788?l=jerrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/8753332791111320788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29596119&amp;postID=8753332791111320788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/8753332791111320788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/8753332791111320788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/2008/08/been-close-to-month-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</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-29596119.post-2919230653530780161</id><published>2008-07-27T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T06:56:54.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if giving up was the best thing for both of us, why do i feel so pain?&lt;br /&gt;the post about him being there for you was hurting, very very hurting.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't i there for you too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking up to the thoughts of you every morning.&lt;br /&gt;every single thing seems to remind me of you.&lt;br /&gt;every second i wonder what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really thought i could let go, really really really thought so.&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose, i cannot take it.&lt;br /&gt;its too painful.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like, someone grabbing your heart by bare hands and tearing it apart.&lt;br /&gt;from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm living everyday, but dying every second.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lying to myself everyday, but thinking of you every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt, i won't deny i want you back.&lt;br /&gt;but it seems that the more i chase, the further you run.&lt;br /&gt;no longer us standing side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish to God : don't fuck with my life please or i'd rather you kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i said i wished you and that guy be together, i'm lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, what am i turning into..&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/29596119-2919230653530780161?l=jerrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2919230653530780161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29596119&amp;postID=2919230653530780161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/2919230653530780161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/2919230653530780161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-giving-up-was-best-thing-for-both-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</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-29596119.post-611968861810918673</id><published>2008-07-17T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:18:36.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is hurting now like it never did before.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hi people. sorry to say i can't give y'all a happy joking post after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've broken up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why am i here doing this ?&lt;br /&gt;i'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;pure jealous.&lt;br /&gt;so jealous that i'm frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;so frustrated that i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like a dog here, trying my best to change into what she wants while waiting for her,&lt;br /&gt;then she starts talking to guys for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;i like an idiot here, waiting for her,&lt;br /&gt;she don't wna talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed, i'm frustrated, i'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;most of all, i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i din't know it'll hurt so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i can't continue. bye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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before.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</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-29596119.post-8365088998427018411</id><published>2008-05-26T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:31:23.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOYO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;WAHAHAHA! first post in like, MONTHS! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see, updates on my life,&lt;br /&gt;1) i &lt;3 sabby.&lt;br /&gt;2) i smoke.&lt;br /&gt;3) i'm still fat.&lt;br /&gt;4) surprisingly there are people looking at this. ;D&lt;br /&gt;5) i retained.&lt;br /&gt;6) my cabalsea level is finally growing. ^^&lt;br /&gt;7) everyone at 637 is getting along very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho, not so much of an update but still! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, THANK YOU PEIFEN! you were my motivation to blog tonight, even though that tag was weeks ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, HI SM! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually nowadays also nothing much, nothing emo, nothing angry. just leading my happy-go-lucky life, having fun&lt;br /&gt;everyday. but she hates me being childish, as in having fun my way. mm mm, changing changing. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have interesting things, i'll definitely update again. MOTIVATE ME MORE! ;DD&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/29596119-8365088998427018411?l=jerrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/8365088998427018411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29596119&amp;postID=8365088998427018411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/8365088998427018411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/8365088998427018411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/yoyo.html' title='YOYO!'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29596119.post-116576758015705723</id><published>2006-12-10T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T08:20:31.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lol. what a fool i was to thought that noone cared. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had loads of fun going out with my two best buds and of course, friends. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bra - thanks for the watch, being there for my birthday and putting up with all the shit i've done.&lt;br /&gt;jiajun - thanks for being there for my birthday and also putting up with all the shit i've done and still doing.&lt;br /&gt;kaiting - thanks for being there of course.&lt;br /&gt;kim - thanks for being there again and bailing me out like two thousand times alr.&lt;br /&gt;donovan - thanks for being there, though you're fucked up but i still think you're a good friend, at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;pamela - thanks for trying to get me a present, failed but i still appreciate it loads. :))&lt;br /&gt;vivien - thanks for the special 'present' you got me, i like it many many. i'll save it up and make twenty copies of it haha.&lt;br /&gt;chun ho - thanks for the 'happy birthday' :)&lt;br /&gt;ben - thanks for the 'happy birthday' :)&lt;br /&gt;huishan - thanks for the 'happy birthday' :)&lt;br /&gt;mingzhou - thanks for the 'happy birthday' :)&lt;br /&gt;nicholas - thanks for the 'happy birthday' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i missed anyone out, sorry and thanks. i really needed that. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so, i went marina today with, as listed, brandon, kaiting, jiajun, kim, donovan. ate there, laughed alot lol. even though oily, i enjoyed it. ;D then we went to orchard to meet pamela, kim left. we &lt;u&gt;sou sou&lt;/u&gt; around orchard literally and ended up taking the train home. hahhahaha, on the train, every mother's son was looking and some were even laughing at us. lol. had even more laughter on train. then after, brandon sent KT home, me and jj sent pamela home. we met up and drank 1.5 L &lt;b&gt;teas&lt;/b&gt; each! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahahaa. we talked alot of bullshit but of course it was good to know my two buds didn't abandon me hahaha. sounds corny but yes i need buds. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lastly, thanks again even though you might never see this message, you'll know i love ya'll guys for it. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7986/3156/1600/898867/10122006130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7986/3156/320/601932/10122006130.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EACH YOO. hahaha. oh and thats half a donovan. hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29596119-116576758015705723?l=jerrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/116576758015705723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29596119&amp;postID=116576758015705723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/116576758015705723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29596119/posts/default/116576758015705723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrrr.blogspot.com/2006/12/thanks.html' title='thanks.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174336498353457562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
