<?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-6218890</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:07:23.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alv's Passion</title><subtitle type='html'>::Details::
Alvin Chew Zi Jie, Born 1986, Schooling at Not Your Problem [ NYP ]
 

::Dislikes:: flirts, crazy buggers, nicknames, and MYSELF.


::Likes:: goo goo dolls, five for fightings, dark metals, heavy metals, punk rock, rock, R&amp;B, rap, some selected chinese songs[ Songs by Jay etc..], playing da guitar, dancing,breakdancing, bball-ing, skimboarding[somehow] and maybe that person

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-111108856877314258</id><published>2005-03-18T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T03:59:57.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yet again..we have squabbled over meaningless stuffs and accounts of the past... whenever i quarrrel with my mum, she'd just rake up the past..and would just keep ranting on... i admit..i was at fault for blowing off my top..but i just couldn't stand.. this argument has set me to make my decision, finally. That is, i would rather get a relatively high pay job (that's if i can get any) and start </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/111108856877314258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/111108856877314258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111108856877314258' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-111098094422504615</id><published>2005-03-16T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:49:04.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can't just outgrow from it...can't can't can't..never never never...such a failure...a failure i am tt's destined to be doomed... tell me what to do... *tired*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/111098094422504615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/111098094422504615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111098094422504615' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-111072567673115792</id><published>2005-03-13T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:57:12.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>busy busy busy busy busy. REPORTS, PROJECTS, TUTORIALS AND EXAMS!!!! ARGH! Guess i'll go real nuts soon if my work load continues to pile... *knees wobbles..But well, at least i've cleared most of the reports.. that's a relief....soon, im gonna do massive project cum reports writing..and maybe..experimenting too *smirks. I certainly hope that it won't cause me any harmful effects... *pssst..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/111072567673115792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/111072567673115792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111072567673115792' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-111011952403377468</id><published>2005-03-06T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T14:06:20.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahh..i'm such a procrastinator.. regulars of this louya blog site must have abandoned it long ago due to my procrastination.. sorry people, but i'm just toooo lazy to blog since there ain't really any interesting happenings in my daily life... just the typical routine which, i believe, most singaporeans adopt - wake up , school, slack, etc.. etc.., work, home, revision, tv, a lil more idling, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/111011952403377468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/111011952403377468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111011952403377468' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-110512428926099810</id><published>2005-01-08T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T03:02:01.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your element is earth: Wise, solitary, mysteriousand loving. You are very wise. Your wise as inyou know things others do not, you can see paststereotypes and see the real people behindtheir facades, and people will often come toyou for help and advice. Quite solitary andsomewhat shy around people because you preferanimals and plants, animals aren't afraid toshow themselves or what they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110512428926099810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110512428926099810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110512428926099810' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-110468904040812290</id><published>2005-01-03T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T02:04:00.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh..im so tired.. will blog  tml once i get back from sch. nite all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110468904040812290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110468904040812290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110468904040812290' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-110460276889068438</id><published>2005-01-02T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T02:25:17.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good morning everyone, my name is Alvina Chew Jie Jie. Thank you for tuning into "The-overly-exaggerated" news-reporting.This morning, approximately 2 hours from the noon, there was a sudden surge of unholy people rushing into a holy city where the air is filled with the aromas of sweet caramels, mouth-licking vanilla, refreshing black coffee, the tasty hot chocolate and etc.. Yes, everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110460276889068438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110460276889068438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110460276889068438' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-110393207852153157</id><published>2004-12-25T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T07:47:58.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>merry x'mas everyone.. hope everyone had fun.. i sure had lotsa fun..and additional "headaches".. off to bed.. hope i'll come up with a conclusion soon..p/s : I wonder why did we even... I was naive..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110393207852153157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110393207852153157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110393207852153157' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-110354667510058084</id><published>2004-12-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T20:49:51.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UPDATES!!! UPDATES!!! UPDATES!!! Ok, haven't blogged in awhile. guess you peeps must have really missed me alot, right? ;) Anyhow, to start off, I'd like to congratulate myself for being punctual today! haha, to think that most of my friends and even I,myself, thought I would be late again just like usual, I was early. woohoo. nothing to be proud of actually.So, school wasn't as bad as i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110354667510058084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110354667510058084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110354667510058084' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-110292081238456176</id><published>2004-12-13T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T15:01:49.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS BLOG'S TEMPORARILY CLOSEDdue to the fact that the blogger's extremely busy with the stuffs on hands. an apology to all the readers out there (if the stupid blogger has any) but do not fret, he'll be back once the sch reopens when life's easier for him, hopefully. So long...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110292081238456176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110292081238456176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110292081238456176' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-110293003756092678</id><published>2004-12-13T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T17:27:17.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> True - Ryan Cabrera I won't talkI won't breatheI won't move till you finally seeThat you belong with meYou might think I don't lookBut deep inside in the corner of my mindI'm attatched to yoummmmI'm weak, it's trueCause I'm afraid to know the answerDo you want me too?Cause my heart keeps falling faster[chorus]I've waited all my life to cross this lineTo the only thing thats trueSo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110293003756092678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110293003756092678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110293003756092678' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-110116563410488001</id><published>2004-11-23T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T07:24:12.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhhh, what a tiring day.. okie, here's a brief account of today's happenings.- intended to stay awake throughout from the previous nite (nov 21st) to this afternoon(nov 22nd) so that I could meet Pauling on time..but unfortunately, I succumbed to the tiredness- why, of course.. Pauling got real mad with me.. so, i was ignored for the whole day, literally. (sigh, i just hope she'll understand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110116563410488001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110116563410488001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110116563410488001' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-110041955009539852</id><published>2004-11-14T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T16:05:50.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this-is-what-i-feel-today Savage Garden - Animal Song When superstars and cannonballs are running through your headA television freak show cops and robbers everywhereSubway makes me nervous, people pushing me too farI've got to break away So take my hand now'Cause I want to live like animalsCareless and free like animalsI want to liveI want to run through the jungleThe wind in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110041955009539852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110041955009539852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110041955009539852' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-110033323843250440</id><published>2004-11-13T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T16:33:31.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life's been pretty boring and plain..the daily routines were to get out of the house..and to roam around aimlessly... would eventually end up at Lido playing Xbox with Albert.. If the fact is to be spoken, i'd say that the first few sentence i've just typed is pretty much of a crap shit. The real thing is.......I feel empty. I feel lost...unsaved, and unredeemed. Funnily, humans do really like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110033323843250440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/110033323843250440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110033323843250440' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109999631267478297</id><published>2004-11-09T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T18:33:38.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goo goo dolls - Acoustic#3 They painted up your secretsWith the lies they told to youAnd the least they ever gave youWas the most you ever knewAnd I wonder where these dreams goWhen the world gets in your wayWhat's the point in all this screaming?No one's listening anywayYour voice is small and fadingAnd you're hiding here aloneAnd your mother loves your fatherCuz she's got nowhere</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109999631267478297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109999631267478297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#109999631267478297' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109999316334555243</id><published>2004-11-09T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T03:21:20.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kinda true...for me, in a way.Busted - Sleeping with the lights on Along she came, with her picture,Put it in a frame, so I won't miss her,Got on a plane, from London; Heathrow,It seems such a shame, yea..I feel her... Slipping through my fingers,Now she's gone, I'm sleeping with the light on,And sharks swim through my veins now, that she's gone,I'm sleeping with the light on.Heard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109999316334555243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109999316334555243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#109999316334555243' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109989786226486422</id><published>2004-11-08T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T15:11:02.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>beeen feeling pretty lazy and down recently to blog.. so, sorry to all the readers out there which i seriously doubt there's any..beeen feeling real bad and useless for not being able to help much with my sis studies...beeen feeling very suay and bua song that no employers really want me...i got rejected 5 times..sweet..beeen feeling lousy and bleak for the past few days, and same gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109989786226486422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109989786226486422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#109989786226486422' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109974017658214421</id><published>2004-11-06T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T19:22:56.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life just suck. A negative bus-tard i am. somebody..save me.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Simple plan - Welcome to my life Do you ever feel like breaking down?Do you ever feel out of place?Like somehow you just don't belongAnd no one understands youDo you ever wanna run away?Do you lock yourself in your room?With the radio on turned up so loud</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109974017658214421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109974017658214421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109974017658214421' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109949967474639914</id><published>2004-11-04T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T00:44:21.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yea.. finally, the semester (for me la) marks its end today.. woohoo, can't wait to get myself a job.. Anyhow, bioprocess paper turned out to be easier than I thought.. geez, shouldn't have even bothered to study for it. Although there were some questions that I didn't really know how to do, getting at least a grade B for the module shouldn't be of much problem.. hehe. never really like this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109949967474639914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109949967474639914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109949967474639914' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109885349229659639</id><published>2004-10-27T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T13:07:45.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yet another sleepless night... *yawn*i'm off to school, ciao.Listening to Lifehouse - Spin.mp3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lifehouse - SpinWhy would I chase your shadow all my lifeAnd be afraid of my own?I'd rather be with youI'd rather not knowWhere I'll be thanBe alone and convinced that I knowWhen the world keeps spinning roundMy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109885349229659639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109885349229659639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109885349229659639' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109880672186862741</id><published>2004-10-27T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T00:05:21.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anyway, i've come to a conclusion... that is, I shouldn't let my happiness slips away from my grip that easily.. so.. i'll persevere! just you wait and see, girl. I'll be the "He", if not..maybe your kakis? Well, at least I can tell myself then that i've realli tried and i should realli let go. perhaps, it would be easier for me to do so then...goodnight, and peace!p/s : the world's not a sad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109880672186862741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109880672186862741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109880672186862741' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109880586136368867</id><published>2004-10-26T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T23:59:33.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What do you call a person whom you can rely on when you are really down, whom you can really crap with without having to worry that that person might snap at you for being crude and annoying when he/she would just rebut gently, and whom you really need to be around with to feel better? For me, it would be either a good buddy or a potential partner.In this case, however, i am referring to a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109880586136368867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109880586136368867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109880586136368867' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109876992089826146</id><published>2004-10-26T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T13:52:00.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am.suffering.from.phantasmagoria.stupid.siaListening to :: Elton John - Can you feel the love tonight?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109876992089826146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109876992089826146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109876992089826146' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109871499128997022</id><published>2004-10-25T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T22:36:31.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now that i've fallen.. the dream's over. Welcome back to the reality, alvin :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109871499128997022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109871499128997022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109871499128997022' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109868202504948133</id><published>2004-10-25T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T13:27:05.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's my feelings and thoughts for the past few crazy days : Evan And Jaron - Crazy For This Girl She rolls the window downAnd sheTalks over the soundOf the cars that pass us byAnd I don't know whyBut she's changed my mindWould you look at herAs she looks at meShe's got me thinking about her constantlyBut she don't know how I feelAnd as she carries on without a doubtI wonder if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109868202504948133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109868202504948133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109868202504948133' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109850310496936875</id><published>2004-10-23T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T14:40:09.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so sorry..that you had to endure with my lousy temper last night... I wasn't quite sure what i was doing.. guess that I was quite drunk then when i actually thought my conscious was still quite awake.. Whatever it is, i will not give up on you, and will definitely keep my promises to you cuz i love you soooo much that I can't bear to see you fall... jia you kk? I'm gonna do something for you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109850310496936875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109850310496936875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109850310496936875' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109837887643271829</id><published>2004-10-22T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T16:06:45.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is bad... I'm so sorry Alvin..but you have to die again..::Feelings:: Real shitty, bleaky, dead, no life, hopeless and 0.05% hurtsoon, everything will be over, and you will be freed again, alvin. So do not worry, the process of eliminating the liability - feelings, takes at most 2 weeks.. and then, you'll feel nothing again..as carefree as before..Listening to :: Disturbed - Down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109837887643271829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109837887643271829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109837887643271829' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109825773779349357</id><published>2004-10-20T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T15:35:37.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is sad.. everyone.. or should i say.. almost all friends around me are down.. that realli put me to wonder.. is this world really that HOPELESS? Just by looking at a friend of mine, whose name shall not be mentioned, really reminds me of my past.. It was all so bleak and blank.. I felt as if I was remotely controlled by some unseen force that kept me mobile when I didn't know what I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109825773779349357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109825773779349357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109825773779349357' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109752932956714018</id><published>2004-10-12T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T05:22:10.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So..i'm still like before...The answers, which were arranged in the order of the past ; the present; and the future, to my question (which I shall not disclose what it was) were Inverted Hermit, Inverted Strength, Inverted World. Our dear prophet, Mr. Albert Wenson Gunawan Wen Xiu, divined my fortune this evening in Mos Burger using Tarot Cards. The cards (answers to my question), which he had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109752932956714018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109752932956714018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109752932956714018' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109747493522798949</id><published>2004-10-11T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T14:08:55.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before I forget,To that special someone:You are neither stupid nor sucky. Many things on this earth are unpredictable.. Especially when it comes to "such" thing. So please, don't go so hard on yourself k? I, for one, will definitely not want to see you, a dear friend of mine, to get all depressed. Cheer up..."Baby baby..love can be so beautiful.... Baby baby...love should be so beautiful"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109747493522798949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109747493522798949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109747493522798949' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109743198894948079</id><published>2004-10-11T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T02:41:30.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't been blogging in quite awhile.. been pretty busy and troubled.. and today, I somehow let my suppressed troubles to re-surface.. Feeling damn vexed now..with my mind flooded by many thoughts and ideas. I've been always telling people that I have high EQ, and thereby I can control my emotions well. Unfortunately, I'm wrong. Sigh, so much for being a emotionally-stabled guy I've claimed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109743198894948079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109743198894948079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109743198894948079' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109630095888443911</id><published>2004-09-27T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T00:02:38.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yellowcard - Ocean AvenueThere's a place off Ocean AvenueWhere I used to sit and talk with youWe were both 16 and it felt so rightSleeping all day, staying up all nightStaying up all nightThere's a place on the corner of Cherry StreetWe would walk on the beach in our bare feetWe were both 18 and it felt so rightSleeping all day, staying up all nightStaying up all nightIf I could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109630095888443911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109630095888443911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109630095888443911' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109587265331052774</id><published>2004-09-23T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T01:30:58.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I used to be very envious of other classes as they are realli united..which are very different from my class. Fortunately, i was wrong..my class had managed to folk out part of our precious time of our work-sickened school lives just to celebrate moon cake festival together in advance. It would be better that we celebrate on the actual day itself, but that's kinda impossible due to the common </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109587265331052774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109587265331052774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109587265331052774' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109584422176164441</id><published>2004-09-22T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T18:10:17.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lotsa things happened today.. I'll make in short instead..- late AGAIN for lab work due to oversleeping- realised that it was good that I actually overslept as results weren't released, so no pt attending the lesson- had an argument with my mates..- jogging session cancelled due to my insensitivity- isolated myself and had careful thoughts, and had decided to leave the group- however,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109584422176164441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109584422176164441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109584422176164441' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109578876334071812</id><published>2004-09-22T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T01:46:03.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The isolation has to be carried out yet again... Do things really have to go this way? I don't know.. I lead an extreme life.. Sorry friends.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109578876334071812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109578876334071812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109578876334071812' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109569248660287712</id><published>2004-09-20T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T23:43:27.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alrighty, finally got a new haircut today.. Gosh, this hair cut is probably the longest one I've ever had so far in my 18 yrs of living in this p.a.t.h.e.t.i.c country. It took 3 long painful hours!! Given the fact that I had only 2 hours of sleep for the previous night, I dozed off many times when the hairstylists were "painting" my hair with golden blonde dye ( which I already have had this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109569248660287712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109569248660287712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109569248660287712' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109520112424934312</id><published>2004-09-15T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T06:43:41.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another sleepless night..p/s : I know things are quite impossible between us, so I think i'm giving up. At least for the moment, my focus needs to stay on my studies and my family.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109520112424934312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109520112424934312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109520112424934312' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109499935744381237</id><published>2004-09-12T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:29:17.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Generally, singapore sucks. so are the girls I know..mostly.. not all..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109499935744381237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109499935744381237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109499935744381237' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109475144682642247</id><published>2004-09-10T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T01:37:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoa, my legs are wobbling now.. just reached home from cycling. damn "shagged" now.I hadn't met my friend of sec sch in hella long time, and today's meeting with him was so great.  We had this crazy idea of cycling all the way to esplanade (from amk), and then to East Coast Park via Kallang. However, we didn't complete the course. The both of us marked Esplanade as our final destination. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109475144682642247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109475144682642247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109475144682642247' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109472406635196013</id><published>2004-09-09T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:01:06.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never in my life had I studied so much for my papers. I have actually sacrificed my sleep for 2 consecutive nights just to study for this common test! Something must have gotten into me.Let's see, for the next 2 weeks or so, I'll probably lack of sleep still. Pretty tight schedule. Lots to work to be done, partially owing to my slackiness in the earlier sem which cause the piling of the work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109472406635196013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109472406635196013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109472406635196013' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109462566143755331</id><published>2004-09-08T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T17:34:43.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>凌晨三點鐘 - ZChenOS :这是你离开的第三个星期六 面包我吃了两口　啤酒还剩半手香烟我还是一包接一包地抽 你搬走了以后 我还会常常在你住的公寓底下 等你下楼 Verse:现在是凌晨三点钟　喝了点酒头有点痛 寂寞的烟点燃空虚的夜　暂时把心放空 你晾的床单忘了收　没烫的衬衫有点皱 明天开始我将如何面对　没有你的以后Bridge:那些美好的画面反复在播送 但心破碎了之后　要怎么去拼凑 Chorus:Baby Baby Love can be so beautiful 只怪那一刻　话说得太重 所有的情节都失控 Baby Baby Love should be so beautiful 你给的太多　现在我才懂 只有烟和酒陪伴的　凌晨三点钟 Rap:现在是凌晨三点钟 喝了点酒头有点痛 你晾的床单忘了收 没烫的衬衫有点皱 明天开始我将如何面对 没有你的以后 凌乱的房间里头还留着你的香味 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109462566143755331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109462566143755331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109462566143755331' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109462501712199799</id><published>2004-09-08T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T17:34:32.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.... been kinda busy recently, and i'm feeling real lazy to blog.. so later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109462501712199799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109462501712199799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109462501712199799' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109234004737046886</id><published>2004-08-13T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T03:49:17.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sting Every Breath You TakeEvery breath you takeEvery move you makeEvery bond you breakEvery step you takeI'll be watching youEvery single dayEvery word you sayEvery game you playEvery night you stayI'll be watching youO can't you seeYou belong to meHow my poor heart aches with every step you takeEvery move you makeEvery vow you breakEvery smile you fakeEvery claim you stake</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109234004737046886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109234004737046886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109234004737046886' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109233968403918388</id><published>2004-08-13T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T03:43:37.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoa, I'm going nuts! Instead of rushing to hand my Project up on time, I watched a ripped off, downloaded movie - The 50 First Dates.Nice show with a super decent plot.. The show's about a guy who did lots of stuffs for this girl who couldn't even remember what happened the previous NIGHTS the next DAYS she wakes up, not even his love for her. Sad eh? However, the guy, Henry, persisted...for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109233968403918388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109233968403918388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109233968403918388' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109138148270991554</id><published>2004-08-02T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T01:33:17.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As usual, blogspot is screwing up with the html codings, and the tag board hosting has to be down. So, that simply means no chatting on the tagboard for at least few days..Ahh, boring.Boy, was I right. My bro's personal ftp seriously cannot make it. I've tried uploading some decent compressed mp3 so that I can use it for my site, yet it took like AGES for it to finish uploading? Aikz, this is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109138148270991554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109138148270991554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109138148270991554' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109111830608341285</id><published>2004-07-30T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T00:26:23.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Colin Raye - Love me   Verse1 : I read a note my grandma wrote back in nineteen twenty-three Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me. He said, Boy, you might not understand, but a long long time ago. Grandma's daddy didn't like me none. but I loved your Grandma so. Verse2 : We had this crazy plan to meet, and run away together. Get married in the first town we came to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109111830608341285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109111830608341285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109111830608341285' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109111705304425720</id><published>2004-07-29T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T00:10:12.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Humans are sad creatures... Uhh.. I mean beings... Yep, they really are. I had a chat with my friends..and realised that many of them actually do have some serious troubles..somehow, their troubles cause my sadness. I feel sad for them. Wish I could do something for them, and yet at the same time not hurting my own feelings too. Only if..these unnecessary troubles can be ridded of.. then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109111705304425720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109111705304425720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109111705304425720' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109091831560094958</id><published>2004-07-27T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T17:18:07.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That thing you do   you doin' that thing you do breaking my heart into a million pieces like you always do and you don't mean to be cruel you never even knew about the heartache I've been going through well I try and try to forget you girl but it's just so hard to do every time you do that thing you do  I know all the games you play and I'm gonna find a way to let you know that you'll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109091831560094958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109091831560094958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109091831560094958' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109091064478167352</id><published>2004-07-27T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T16:33:40.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why are you depressed? No, you shouldn't even feel sad in the first place... why not? Because you guys don't even really know each other well.. but I can't resist myself from feeling sad..  Please, you do not even know her well. I see no reason in why you should feel sad..   Yeah, I know that I am being naive, but I just can't stop the chemistry.. Maybe this is what people termed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109091064478167352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109091064478167352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109091064478167352' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109082379169378147</id><published>2004-07-26T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T01:42:03.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm pretty sure all the fans of Jay's out there should know this.. His 5th Album, Qi Li Xiang, will be out on this coming August. 3rd of August, to be exact. Yay!!~   Anyhow,  I had a ripped off radio version of the Qi Li Xiang. Instead of the old usual corny lyrics, this sweet yet sad song has a poem-sort-of lyrics. Very GUSU!! Good job, Mr. Jay! You do have the knack for singing sad songs..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109082379169378147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109082379169378147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109082379169378147' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-109052670210843396</id><published>2004-07-23T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T15:30:49.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy shit! I got nominated by my dear sister for the stupid schools' belles and beaus shit held by channel 8 and 93.3fm. Interesting.. It is probably the price I would have to pay for sabotaging Kenny by nominating him too. A tic for a tac.. Anyways, if the media corp would allow obscene/undesired pictures, I would definitely send this picture in.Nahaha. However, I ain't allow to do that. So, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109052670210843396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/109052670210843396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109052670210843396' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108991746794428793</id><published>2004-07-16T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T02:51:07.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Savage Garden - Crash And BurnWhen you feel all aloneAnd the world has turned it's back on youGive me a moment please to tame your wild wild heartI know you feel like the walls are closing in on youIt's hard to find relieve and people can be so coldWhen darkness is upon your door And you feel like you can't take anymoreLet me be the one you callIf you jump I'll break your fallLift you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108991746794428793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108991746794428793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108991746794428793' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108978255014449117</id><published>2004-07-14T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T03:32:31.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What can you gain from 2 hours of e-sessions? Nothing! Man, can you feel my pain? I'm trapped in an enclosed area filled with so many lecturers and students when I could do well at home practising my dance steps. And do you know what is the worst thing about staying at this boring place? Yes, you've probably guessed it right, judging from my ingregarious attitude - Too many familiar faces... many</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108978255014449117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108978255014449117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108978255014449117' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108904024883205178</id><published>2004-07-05T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T05:25:55.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What can be the shyttiest thing to happen during the first day of sch ?a) Monday's blue cum insufficient sleep.b) Had a cold bath when you actually thought that you had the heater on.c) Got satirized and scolded by your step-father and he overheard your conversation with your maid regarding some bad about his BLOOD-RELATED son like he's short?d) Arrived at the bus stop only to realise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108904024883205178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108904024883205178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108904024883205178' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108888720552554947</id><published>2004-07-04T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T04:40:05.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On 2nd thought, maybe she was being overly concerned.. This is what happens when your mum loves and cares too much for you. That explains why I am so loved, and yet so suffocated. Whatever.. gotta luv it. Am considered fortunate compared to others with slutty biatches as their mamas. Sad shit. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108888720552554947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108888720552554947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108888720552554947' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108888645844870574</id><published>2004-07-04T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T04:29:35.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just can't fcuking understand my mum's thinkings and her doings.This is what happened : Alvin : Wah, so hungry.. nothing to eat sia.. so sian.. *searches high and low for food*Mum : Cook noodles lo..Alvin : Nah, nevermind. I'm going to BED SOON. Don't wanna EAT TOO MUCH cuz I'll have difficulties sleeping after that. &lt;&lt; TAKE NOTE.Mum : Call Ah Seng(my smaller cousin) come down, i ask </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108888645844870574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108888645844870574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108888645844870574' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108869746491873780</id><published>2004-07-01T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T08:29:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can you feel the love tonight?I've told myself to let go... after so many tries, I still can't help but to cling on to her scent that lingers still. Love..is so wonderful, beautiful, sweet and yet, so ruined and depressing when everything fails... Well, for the last time, I am gonna try to forget her..since things are no longer the same.. no point getting stucked at one spot.. It's about time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108869746491873780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108869746491873780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108869746491873780' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108845668755431135</id><published>2004-06-29T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T00:03:14.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arghz, can't get to sleep at all.. *yawn* Suffering from insomnia..thanks to soooooo many reasons. Bleahz. Aight, school gonna start like..real soon? and yet I ain't ready for it. Why? Cuz school sucks. To make it worse, my blardi school board has to swap my class from programme 2 to programme 1, where I'll be smacked retard with so many new faces.. Aiks, really crappy. And rumour has it that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108845668755431135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108845668755431135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108845668755431135' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108835371064882736</id><published>2004-06-28T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T00:42:25.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I actually contradicted myself when I said I no longer regress.. Yea, full of contradictions and discrepancies. Alvin, you suck.Ru guo you yi tian...Listening to Liang Jing Ru - ru guo you yi tian</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108835371064882736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108835371064882736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108835371064882736' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108835333817512574</id><published>2004-06-28T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T00:22:18.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is love? Does everyone need to have one? Ok, I know my blogsite sucks. Too much pessmistic stuffs..but I can't help but to share my sorrowness with you all..Liang Jing Ru may seem to be those typical sweet-looking singer to all of you.. but as for me, I see her more than just that. My, does she remind me of that someone special? Yea, very. Although many people would think that Liang Jing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108835333817512574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108835333817512574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108835333817512574' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108711528768343842</id><published>2004-06-13T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T05:53:21.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isn't it sad to know that you are never meant for each other..? Relationships are falling aparts.. The ratio of broken relationships to completed relationships of these days is greatly tilted to one side....its heartbreaking to have such ratio...love's no longer assuring..no, it was never assuring in the first place.. Love...The melancholy underlies...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108711528768343842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108711528768343842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108711528768343842' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108703693248823442</id><published>2004-06-12T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T18:43:33.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's all about chemistryYeppie, like what's quoted above, she can dao me for all she wants.. I just can't resist the chemistry...of wanting to befriend with her.. Yep, just friends ;) I know this sounds crazy..but hey, it's all about chemistry ya?!Listening to : Semisonic - Chemistry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108703693248823442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108703693248823442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108703693248823442' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108696733649262578</id><published>2004-06-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T23:22:16.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lamer!!!Haha, Alvin's so lameee...can't stand himAIYA, HE CAN"T GROW UP DE LA..STILL SO KIDDISH..Clarifications : 1stly, I wouldn't really mind if people call/see me as a lamer as I'm always trying to be like one..2ndly, you can say what you want but please do not define Alvin Chew Zi Jie as a kiddish guy. He ain't kiddish. He's just lame.. He doesn't like to be one though.. but for the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108696733649262578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108696733649262578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108696733649262578' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108689919075301499</id><published>2004-06-11T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T13:08:18.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pathetic should be the best term to describe this &gt;&gt; A 10 over hours search was conducted just for a single GAME ITEM. *How stupid. Haha* Anyways, the search was to no avail. It was ended with a big disappointment and had practically got everyone's morale killed real hard.. PATHETIC.. Think that's all for today *bua tahan liao* gonna sleep now..got a dance tonight and a performance tomorrow... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108689919075301499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108689919075301499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108689919075301499' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108686370782773343</id><published>2004-06-10T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T18:43:41.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and now she apologises...Sigh~  Whatever.Listening to : Five For Fighting - Superman</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108686370782773343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108686370782773343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108686370782773343' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108685721689627112</id><published>2004-06-10T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T18:43:50.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some biatch is just so intolerable... Imagine if you were to witness someone of close proximity falling from a real high place due to the imbalance of body when breakdancing, would you be rushing over and showing concern, or would you be gloating at that person's mishap instead? Well,unfortunately, the biatch, which refers to my maid in this context, did the latter....and I'm that unlucky guy.*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108685721689627112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108685721689627112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108685721689627112' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-108680920342143838</id><published>2004-06-10T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T03:44:22.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At last, my regression is stanched.. no more missing her during lonely nights... no more feeling nostalgic when present at areas of memories...no more...no longer... I'm freed...Good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108680920342143838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/108680920342143838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108680920342143838' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218890.post-10868024959460417</id><published>2004-06-10T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T01:36:07.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been quite awhile since I've last blogged.. can't be really bothered..but well, since I've nothing better to do during hols, might as well spend some time writing some craps here and piss some shyts outta ppl *crackles* Aight, I'm back people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/10868024959460417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6218890/posts/default/10868024959460417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvpassi0n86.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#10868024959460417' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272034289255325115</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></entry></feed>
