<?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-6016547</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:59:34.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?Obsession? ??or?? ?Passion?</title><subtitle type='html'>Love or Lust?
Exotic or Special?
Love-Making or Fuck?
Lastly..
Obsession.. or Passion?

Heh.. there're way too many comparisons and points to ponder over.. I tink I'm still looking for myself.. sad to say.. at the age of 20.. I've not really noe what I really want? Hah.. I guess it juz shows that I haven't been living hard enuff for the past 18 years or so.. not til my Poly Life.. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>225</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6016547.post-110408712945039361</id><published>2004-12-27T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T02:52:09.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~~me and shir baby~~~~ello~ i'm behind shir baby!:P~~~~shir baby:"hmph~ hide behind mi.. *jumpz on dear's back~* yippie!~~~~strong:pp~~~~wah.. like that carry.. quite heavy:P~~~~my christmas present.. no.. not mi.. its the jersey set:Pp love them!! thx dear!!~~~~glamorous deardear!!!~~~~metsuZ~AKUMA!!~~~~oo.. so feminine~~shhh.. this is a secret...~~sultry dear... oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110408712945039361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110408712945039361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110408712945039361' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110408292266301154</id><published>2004-12-27T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T01:42:02.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. this christmas is the first christmas i'vve spent with my baby shirshir.. its really really blissful and peaceful and lovely.. heh..and full of surprises too~ hee.. dear planned alot of surprises for mi sia.. haha.. even tho eventually i knew abt the surprises.. but still.. it turned out to be very very surprising.. and they brought so much laughter.. so much.. love-struck feeling.. :Pp.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110408292266301154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110408292266301154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110408292266301154' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110343356257171300</id><published>2004-12-19T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T13:19:22.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDEName: The Hulk, Hulky, hunk, Xiao Chong, Hunhun, Dar, Darling, Dear, deardear, dearie, Sports IC, Iron Man, Inhuman, Monster.. hahaha.. ok ok la.. My Name is..Koh Kok Keng, KK, KKK, Triple K, K-cube, San K, Xu Guo Qing, Qing, Guo Qing or GQ... :)Birth date: 9th Aug 84Birth place: The little heavenly magical/miraculous black hole located somewhere at the end of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110343356257171300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110343356257171300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110343356257171300' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110222089365502708</id><published>2004-12-05T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T12:30:15.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. juz finished 10 km run in the morning..not really tiredz ler.. sianz.. dun like this nv give in my best kinda feeling.. but its all cos of the stupid blisters... sigh.. tmac ar tmac.. hai si wo le.. i'm behind 6 pple~~~ fuck sia.. ranked number 7.. hmm.. nice number la. hahhaa.. but first time run so lousily lor.. anywayz.. excuses will be.. mi onli slept hmmiez.. now dunno wat to do siaz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110222089365502708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110222089365502708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110222089365502708' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110215269111402829</id><published>2004-12-04T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T17:31:31.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. went for family day.. hengz.. was nearly late.. cos too tiredz and can't slp last nite.. almost planned another surprise visit to dear.. but how.. how to appear at her doorstep when i aint a resident there.. sigh.. stupid security guard. haha..anywayz.. family day was pretty borig.. yeah la.. got the carnival feeling.. but the crowd seems too small la.. hmmiez.. no chiobus oso.. hahaha.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110215269111402829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110215269111402829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110215269111402829' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110165102883845673</id><published>2004-11-28T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T22:10:28.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There was nothing to sayThe day she leftJust filled a suitcase full of regretsI held a taxi in the rainLooking for someplace to ease the painThen like an answered prayerI turned around and found you thereYou really know where to startFixing my broken heartYou really know what to doYour emotional tools can cure any foolWhose dreams have fallen apartFixing a broken heartOh yeahNow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110165102883845673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110165102883845673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110165102883845673' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110164582201084316</id><published>2004-11-28T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T20:43:42.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. seems quite long since i updated blog yea? busy with xxc.. juz got back with her.. muz shower all the care and concerns i wan since so so long ago but dint have a chance to... really love her  to the very bits of her heart...hmmiez.. let mi talk abt life ba..yeah.. life's been great.. beside the truthful and really gorgeous addition of miss xxc.. i have another bunch of die hard buddies.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110164582201084316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110164582201084316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110164582201084316' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110096931964905729</id><published>2004-11-21T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T00:56:11.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hee..let mi start this journal with a very old fashion way..it is a very very happy day..YEP~ COS ITS THE FIRST WHOLE DAY I SPENT WITH DEAR..  AFTER TWO WEEKS OF TORTURE~~~haha...yep.. friday hor.. dear came over for dindin onli.. then i gotta go le.. haha.. hophop..and here it goes.. :)dearie came to mi home in the morning o.. hophop..dint wake up yet.. cos got headache when i wake.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110096931964905729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110096931964905729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110096931964905729' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110052014917951607</id><published>2004-11-15T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T20:02:29.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hee..spent the day wisely..dearie.. miss u o..in the morning.. woke at 9.. had an online meeting..meeting til 11.. nothing came out. haha.. not fruitful.. for the debate de lor.. cos no one noe anything abt politics..:Pphahaha.. and we're police man~:Panywayz.. after that.. met fu and james/tat yong at 11.30.. for lunch... ate til very full o.. crapped alot.. haha.. damn happy lor.. funny..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110052014917951607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110052014917951607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110052014917951607' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110048649503528100</id><published>2004-11-15T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T10:41:35.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(Everything I Do) I Do It For You LyricsLook into my eyes - you will seeWhat you mean to meSearch your heart - search your soulAnd when you find me there you'll search no moreDon't tell me it's not worth tryin' forYou can't tell me it's not worth dyin' forYou know it's trueEverything I do - I do it for youLook into your heart - you will findThere's nothin' there to hideTake me as I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110048649503528100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110048649503528100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110048649503528100' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110043853569521007</id><published>2004-11-14T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T21:22:15.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to hold on tight.. doesn't mean she wont go away..holding on too tight.. will scare her away~holding on too loosely.. she'll simply slip off tinking that u dun care~~sometimes..its juz as simple as loving from ur heart.. :)confusing..but yes..i have to be in this confusion.. everyone has.. if he or she relaly have to heart to figure out a way to love his or her love truly.. in a way that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110043853569521007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110043853569521007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110043853569521007' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110043082900045155</id><published>2004-11-14T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T19:13:49.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thoughts...soothing musica gift from dearie..room's so cozy..where's dearie who's so cuddly?feeling's so amazing..simply neurons in brain..or love from my Heart and Veins?----i guess its our strong chemistry..----i love you dearie..eyes.. blinking..heart.. throbbing..what am i thinking?starin blankly into ceiling..actually..how can i make this relationship worthy?can't juz love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110043082900045155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110043082900045155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110043082900045155' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110042577158908215</id><published>2004-11-14T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T17:49:31.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh..this morning.. dint go for the slope run.. too tiredz.. slept til 8... then woke mei up.. went to meet her for breakfast and catch up.. very funny la her.. everything i said abt mi and shir.. she'll exclaim "OH SOOO SWEEEEEEEEEEETT~~~~"... hahaha.. but then.. felt blissful.. and abit sad.. missing her really much lo..well.. ate mac.. then chatted for really long.. then send her home lo.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110042577158908215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110042577158908215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110042577158908215' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110036070107274700</id><published>2004-11-13T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T23:45:01.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. slacked for whole day..nothing to do:P haha.. woke up at 11... then do puzzle.. til 4pm.. haha..went to slp.. then ar.. meet eugene at 6.. but ar.. haha toopid mi.. set alarm clock at 4.45 but ar.. the mode is silent..diaoz.. then it nv rang.. and my di nv wake mi oso..slept til 6 when he msg.. haha.. tekong time.. so we very zhun.. 6pm sharp..haha.. thats out of point.. grabbed a cab </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110036070107274700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110036070107274700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110036070107274700' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110033135148810600</id><published>2004-11-13T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T15:35:51.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>important lesson..A good leader...must be self-motivated and also able to motivate the rest.motivate by action....motivate by results.....motivate by influence.nope....it's not. it's more difficult to motivate yourself than others.if you can motivate yourself.......you will definitely do someting to create results...which prove to others your way is right....from there...influence will go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110033135148810600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110033135148810600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110033135148810600' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110028082456402909</id><published>2004-11-13T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T01:33:44.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yes.. forgot to mention..sweetie dear went all the way to polar puff or issit cafe? haha.. to buy curry puff for mi..she bought old chang kee too.. i tot can enjoy with her.. but can't..still.. i am EXTREMELY..touched...dearie.. i love u..and yah..plan b failed. FAILED UTTERLY.. XXXXXsighz..made her cry til like nobody's business ar.. instead of making her smile..wat to do.. toopid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110028082456402909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110028082456402909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110028082456402909' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-110026772970594272</id><published>2004-11-12T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T21:59:27.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh..tonite.. my dear's going off to genting le.. gonna be lonely in the weekend le..juz got together for not long.. 12 days.. and a weekend burnt.. not mine.. but hers...nahz.. it was like that all along for the past 2 months plus.. why am i feeling it now?suddenly.. quite lost.. seems like pretty sad.. cos can't chat with her much juz now whe ni saw her ... but nvmz..understand la.. she has</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110026772970594272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/110026772970594272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110026772970594272' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109988273880631393</id><published>2004-11-08T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T10:58:58.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dearie's coming over.. so sweet o.. but haiz.. my room so very ruan... feels bad..dear.. thx for everything u're doing for mi and everything u did...really really my dream girl o:)suddenly.. i was overwhelmed by the feeling when she cooked the porridge for mi when i was having the 42 degrees fever again.. really really sweet...haha..kiez.. now.. quite chamz. i dunno wat the fuck is wrong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109988273880631393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109988273880631393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109988273880631393' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109984557096385996</id><published>2004-11-08T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T00:39:30.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.sometimes.i hate myself..for not bein word-wise enuff..i aint able to express to her how much i love her.i find tat i aint able to let her feel 100% of my love too..no.. to be realistic.. i can't feel how she feel..i tink i'm too greedy le.. i can't be satisfied with myself.keep pushing myself.. in every single way i can find..esp. loving..tried to be mature..but nv did i noe that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109984557096385996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109984557096385996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109984557096385996' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109920593460787020</id><published>2004-10-31T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T14:58:54.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. juz feeling so happy..so lovely..in cloud 9...wonder how will she feel when she get to see the surprise..haha.. isn't too hard.. isn't too easy too..afterall.. hard work pays :)..smilez..guess i'll not be able to slp tonite again..haiz.. one bad thing is.. my hamstring and abs still hurts ALOT..damn..friday got IPPT.. mon thru thurs.. everyday two PT~~ siao bo.. haiz..gonna be a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109920593460787020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109920593460787020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109920593460787020' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109861635448172612</id><published>2004-10-24T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T19:12:34.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guyz and galz..i tink.. i may be in love again..yes.. my effort did not go to waste..she may be coming back to mi..but it aint a sure thing..i'm really happy..i'm almost going crazy..now i no longer mind i'm in OCT..its all because of her.. shirley...she's a gal who had made such big impact in my life..simply changed who i am.. and how i should live..power of love is so amazing..i nv</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109861635448172612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109861635448172612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109861635448172612' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109797638575344547</id><published>2004-10-17T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T09:26:25.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last nite.. went out to basketball court.. even tho i'm sick..the fever did not go higher.. but neither did it go away..but i'm glad i was there..for God has guide mi there..to lend my listening ear to vincent..to help him with my words..words i've said.. he could have knew..but like wat i always tell myself..I may be a good advisor.. but when it comes to myself.. its hard to even recall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109797638575344547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109797638575344547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109797638575344547' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109723248409064890</id><published>2004-10-08T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T18:48:04.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-=Love~Lost=-A heart for you..A heart tat's true..A heart tat had mi fooled..I was blinded...Now, me --- empty minded...Looking for you..Whom my heart's with..If there's one wish i can fulfill..It'll be you..I can't stop loving..I can't stop trying..I ain't no idiot..but I'm still waiting..All i need..is a chance indeed..To start afresh this romance..between you and me..----Oh God.. wat should I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109723248409064890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109723248409064890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109723248409064890' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109682021493138331</id><published>2004-10-04T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T00:16:54.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. pple...i'm going in le.. tomolo 8am report.. so i'm gonna zzz already..bought her a bouquet of flowers.. 3 vermillion roses..tink i've did lotsa silly things.. esp.. Tat.. haiz.. some of u will noe wat i'ma sayin manz..if interested to noe.. come ask mi lo.well..bought that with KC.. :) haha..KC then told mi.. 1 rose means You're my one and onli.. 3 means "I LOVE YOU".. blablabla..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109682021493138331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109682021493138331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109682021493138331' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109674618238352340</id><published>2004-10-03T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T03:43:02.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. 3.35am~! =) juz came back from supper and fun talk with sec sch fren.. wat a great way to kinda end my second last day of my beautiful block leave...going in tomolo.. yea.. tikn will have 3 weeks confinement.. sianz liaoz..haiz..i muz say again..i miss her so so much..wonder how did the appointment go..did she have any tooth taken out or something?does she need to consume porridge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109674618238352340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109674618238352340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109674618238352340' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109670409918204570</id><published>2004-10-02T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T16:01:39.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh..here i am.. having doubts again.. but i need to clarify something with myself i guess..am i simply being stubborn? to keep fighting for someone that i like.. ? or issit really because of love that is pushing mi to strive on?i tink both has abit of effect on mi..went out with her today..she is all quiet.. i kept trying to talk to her.. and she juz kept quiet..she say its her normal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109670409918204570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109670409918204570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109670409918204570' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109665081137589867</id><published>2004-10-02T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T01:19:05.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. guess the final showdown has been done..and after the fight against mi, myself and i....ladies and gentlemen...i've decided to stick to my decision before the talk with her..i'll perservere on..why?she meant too much to mi.i will rather lose her totally even as a fren.. than to let go.. and live with regrets of why i nv hold on.its wierd.. u can scold mi for being stupid. but i wont admit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109665081137589867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109665081137589867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109665081137589867' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109662526470529474</id><published>2004-10-01T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T18:07:44.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh..Ah^GeNe says:u shld be happy....Ah^GeNe says:cause.....Ah^GeNe says:we are still alivethx bro..he reminded mi of wat ZQ told mi..we should always be happy.. always remind ourselves.. we can still run.. and jump and walk normally.. we can see.. all five senses are functioning beautifully..unlike the poor pple in the hospital gasping for oxygen and some clinging on to their life.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109662526470529474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109662526470529474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109662526470529474' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109662525598724144</id><published>2004-10-01T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T18:07:35.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh..Ah^GeNe says:u shld be happy....Ah^GeNe says:cause.....Ah^GeNe says:we are still alivethx bro..he reminded mi of wat ZQ told mi..we should always be happy.. always remind ourselves.. we can still run.. and jump and walk normally.. we can see.. all five senses are functioning beautifully..unlike the poor pple in the hospital gasping for oxygen and some clinging on to their life.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109662525598724144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109662525598724144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109662525598724144' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109662525476333560</id><published>2004-10-01T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T18:07:34.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh..Ah^GeNe says:u shld be happy....Ah^GeNe says:cause.....Ah^GeNe says:we are still alivethx bro..he reminded mi of wat ZQ told mi..we should always be happy.. always remind ourselves.. we can still run.. and jump and walk normally.. we can see.. all five senses are functioning beautifully..unlike the poor pple in the hospital gasping for oxygen and some clinging on to their life.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109662525476333560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109662525476333560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109662525476333560' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109660751957205885</id><published>2004-10-01T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T13:11:59.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAF BMTC ePosting OrderNRIC:S8423083IName:KOH KOK KENGComd SAF BMTC congratulates you for your successful completion of the BMT.Your Posting Order is listed below:1.You are posted to POLICE ACADEMY.2.Your vocation is PNSF.3. Your are to report to: Police Academy, Gymnasium.Reporting Date/Time: 04/10/2004 at 0800 hrs.Person to report to: Staff OfficerContact Number:1800-5575973</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109660751957205885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109660751957205885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109660751957205885' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109655916472061953</id><published>2004-09-30T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T23:46:04.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. met up with her yesterday afternoon o.. shir i mean.. haha.. was kinda overjoyed when i met her despite the 1 and a half hour long wait.. keke..well.. she is very quiet towards to mi.. dunno why.. tiredz?.. heh.. shouldn't doubt it.. she's been chionging like crazy for the projects.. and finally it has ended.. now she got her exam to strive for..oh dear.. i miss her.. so so much....haiz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109655916472061953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109655916472061953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109655916472061953' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109655731082299630</id><published>2004-09-30T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T23:15:10.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehbefore i update anything on the blog later..here's an interesting letter i wrote.. it was an excuse letter for the teacher in charge of my bro...grinz..pardon the grammer.. and here it goes...Please excuse my son for his absense in school on 30th Sep 2004, Thursday, as he has contacted a severe diarrhoea virus which has a contagious nature. If he carry on schooling on that day, the life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109655731082299630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109655731082299630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109655731082299630' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109643574395557081</id><published>2004-09-29T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T13:29:03.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haiz..she already agreed to go lunch with u..why u still tink so much?did mike ask her out for dinner first ?y everytime i ask her out in the nite.. she say not free? and this time.. she got time to go out with mike? why does it bother mi so much.. ?why...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109643574395557081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109643574395557081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109643574395557081' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109624696488103036</id><published>2004-09-27T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T09:02:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ResultsYour answers suggest you are a MentorThe four aspects that make up this personality type are: Summary of MentorsWarm and lively people who focus on the needs of others Bring people together and encourage group participation Think of themselves as intelligent, outgoing and sensitive May become overbearing in their quest for harmony More about MentorsArticulate, lively and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109624696488103036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109624696488103036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109624696488103036' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109624040391869844</id><published>2004-09-27T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T15:36:09.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well.. guess wat.. haha.. reveilie 0600 :Phaha..acutally not really that i wanna wake up so early.. juz that i got a rather bad dream man.. haha.. bad wet dream which kinda woke up mi..all thx to val's mum who came into the room la.. wah liaoz.. hahaha...:P oopz :Pok.. anywayz..boliaoz.. so came up to update..hmmiez.. let mi continue ba...ZQ n I suddenly came to the discussion of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109624040391869844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109624040391869844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109624040391869844' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109621487769426074</id><published>2004-09-27T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T00:07:57.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every nite i pray..for a chance to save..nothing else but faith..for a relationship tat once burnt so brave..every nite i miss..the chance to cuddle..no one else but a gal..a gal so true.. and adorable..Now that she's out..out of my life..no where to be found..but in my heart thats bound..i'm so lost..i'll wait..i'm so called..believing in fate..there's a picture of u..inside..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109621487769426074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109621487769426074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109621487769426074' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109612487087301740</id><published>2004-09-25T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T23:07:50.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.this may seem too sudden..but yea.. i've made up my mind..thats it man..i aint gonna be tied down by all these shit in my life..i'll be back at WHERE I BELONG.Where I Fly.. and Specs Roar with anticipation in every move i make..Where I make my opponents step three steps back juz because of my sights..Guyz and Galz.. i'm back.. Scream for mi.. Shout my name.. Roar as I take my seat as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109612487087301740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109612487087301740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109612487087301740' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109609345291524329</id><published>2004-09-25T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T14:24:12.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BAHAHAHHAA..CHECK THIS OUT MANA POEM GENERATOR GENERATED THIS..Once More, My LoveThis night I shall dream of your great Strawberry Lick Carnation. Once again, this night as all nights, I long to sip from your Flute-pink lips.In my dreams we fly on the exquisite Sex-Kittening Humming-Bird Cleo of love, skimming vast continents of Dildos and Vaginas.The seas shall never separate our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109609345291524329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109609345291524329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109609345291524329' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109605107730085493</id><published>2004-09-25T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T02:37:57.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>juz heard this song.. pocahontas...haiz..we once sang this in her room.. together o..oh dear..i miss u so much...Colors of the wind...You think you own whatever land you land onThe earth is just a dead thing you can claimBut I know every rock and tree and creatureHas a life, has a spirit, has a nameYou think the only people who are peopleAre the people who look and think like you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109605107730085493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109605107730085493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109605107730085493' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109547622139537373</id><published>2004-09-18T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T10:57:01.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. next week's POP le o.. i should be happy.. but haiz.. i aint lor..kinda depressed..and caught up with some stuffs in my life..sux lo.. haiz.. those who shouldn't come.. came.. those whom i wish they'll come.. they drifted further away.. wat the hell is going on? am i down on luck? or is God juz trying to plant more obstacles in front for mi to grow?oh come'on.. its juz two different </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109547622139537373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109547622139537373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109547622139537373' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109487373092808052</id><published>2004-09-11T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T11:35:30.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blue...yea..thats wat i'm feeling.."If You Come Back"C'mon c'monYeahCan you feel me?(Baby can you feel me?)I've got something to sayCheck it outFor all this timeI've been lovin' you girlOh yes I haveAnd ever since the dayYou left me here aloneI've been trying to findOh, the reason whySo if I didSomething wrongPlease tell meI wanna understand'Cause I don't wantThis love to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109487373092808052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109487373092808052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109487373092808052' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109487245391175879</id><published>2004-09-11T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T11:19:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. last week was range week... freaking hell.. slept SO little on the first nite.. and the nite before it start.. like 4 hours each nite? and gotta wake at 4.30.. for all the 4 nites.. the thing is three nites.. but plus the nite before we start oso muz fall in at 4.30 so its 4 nites of stupidity in total.. can't really concentrate... missing her in everything i do.. but hit almost perfect </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109487245391175879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109487245391175879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109487245391175879' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109483894211864692</id><published>2004-09-11T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T01:55:42.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sexually deprived..self-destruction..Death.Evil.vsLove.- Now Lost.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109483894211864692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109483894211864692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109483894211864692' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109432960173702549</id><published>2004-09-05T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T04:26:41.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and yes..so long since i tasted blood.its still good. i'm still alive :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109432960173702549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109432960173702549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109432960173702549' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109432957376502358</id><published>2004-09-05T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T04:26:13.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am once again single..no need to please dear anymore..no need to tink of surprises anymore..no worries for causing another person to be sad cos i chiong too hard anymore..no more dear..no more xiaoxiao chong..no more hugx..no more kisses..no more caresses..no more blissful laughter and smile..no more love..somehow i feel abit lightened too.. cos i can concentrate on army..and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109432957376502358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109432957376502358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109432957376502358' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109428078425344007</id><published>2004-09-04T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T14:53:04.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the below three entries are songs form westlife.. specially for dearest.. xiao xiao chong.. from mi..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109428078425344007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109428078425344007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109428078425344007' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109428066524873161</id><published>2004-09-04T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T14:51:05.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WESTLIFE LYRICS"I Need You"Baby,baby,I swear to you,Baby,baby, I'm here for you,I don't know why,why i did those things to you,what went through my mind,And i don't know why,why i broke your heart in two,guess that i was blind,Baby how i wish you could forgive me,just one more time,baby...And i swear,I'll be there,anytime you want me to,I'll be true,here for you,Don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109428066524873161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109428066524873161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109428066524873161' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109428063450493153</id><published>2004-09-04T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T14:50:34.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't sleep,I just can't breathe,when your shadow is all over me baby,Don't wanna be,a fool in your eyes,Cause what we had was built on lies, And when our love seems to fade away, Listen to me hear what I say, I don't wanna feel, the way that i do,I just wanna be,right here with you,I don't wanna see, see us apart, I just wanna say it straight from my heart, I miss you.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109428063450493153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109428063450493153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109428063450493153' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109428047155080158</id><published>2004-09-04T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T14:47:51.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know the story,I've seen the pictureIt's written all over your faceTell meWhat's the secretThat you've been hidingAnd who's gonna take my placeI should have seen it comingI should've read the signsAnyway...I guess it's over[Chorus:]Can't believe that I'm the fool again,I thought this love would never end How was I to know?You never told me,Can't believe that I'm the fool again</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109428047155080158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109428047155080158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109428047155080158' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109371211811090015</id><published>2004-08-29T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T00:57:44.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. she told him to back off..dunno the details.but his reply is "okie.. no problem :)"..haha..imagine the pain inside..MUAHAHAHHAA..am i going crazy?no this is not mi..i'm juz glad that she's back to mi..but is she totally back?she dunno.yes..not "I"its "she"...well.. i dunno oso..95% of the time.. her action and the way she talk and the way she treat mi..is that she still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109371211811090015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109371211811090015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109371211811090015' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109366916007337114</id><published>2004-08-28T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T12:59:20.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>anger is devouring mi..how..wat should i do?she actually likes another guy..and the guy is a bastard.. to mi.how?wat should i do?somebody help?Dear Lord..help?wat should i do?do i really love her?haiz..juz treat her with my very best..Period.I need to talk to him.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109366916007337114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109366916007337114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109366916007337114' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109363370187216955</id><published>2004-08-28T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T03:08:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't sleep,everything i ever knew,Is a lie, without you...I can't breathe,when my heart is broke in two,There's no beat,without you...You're not gone,but you're not here,At least that's the way it seems tonight,If we could try to end these wars,I know that we can make it right,cause baby...I don't wanna fight no more,I forgot what we were fighting for,and this loneliness </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109363370187216955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109363370187216955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109363370187216955' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109363320541852095</id><published>2004-08-28T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T03:00:05.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss u..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109363320541852095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109363320541852095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109363320541852095' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109363255803074904</id><published>2004-08-28T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T02:49:18.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey.. dear.. glad u still call mi dear when i'm back from hell~! at least.. we aint broken up yet :) so there's still a glimmer of a chance eh..hmmz.. i wont give up ba..u should noe truly how i feel after the talk juz now.. and dear.. dun cry le okie? huggiez.. mimi tried hard not to cry le.. but then u cry and cry.. then mi can't tahan.. heart aching le.. see u cry hard hard.. mi heart ache </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109363255803074904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109363255803074904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109363255803074904' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109362777719330381</id><published>2004-08-28T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T01:29:37.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The day we find love"Isn't the first timeWon't be the last timeDon't you worry, I don't mean to make you sadMy tears will soon be overWith your conscience clear for a new life aheadDon't be sorry, I really need to hear the truthBut the only thing I'm asking, 'cos I need you toRemember me, as the only one who set you freeMaybe time alone will make you seeHow deep our love could beNo, it's never</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109362777719330381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109362777719330381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109362777719330381' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109262940376442623</id><published>2004-08-16T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T12:10:03.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmiez.. it was a great weekend.. slept at dear's place last nite somehow.. haha.. was too tiredz to get up.. wanted to accompany her til abt 12.30.. but somehow or rather.. we juz slept together after some kisses and hugx.. tink dear woke up once or twice.. saying its late.. but i dint relaly hear her.. Shack-cannot-tink.. :P haha.. tiredx.. was really rushy.. ran ard lotsa place to find the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109262940376442623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109262940376442623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109262940376442623' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109253682164222048</id><published>2004-08-15T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T10:27:01.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hee.. wanna update abt my birthday..but before that.. wanna hugx dear.. i guess we've more or less come to a more stable r/s le ba.. hope dear will wan to stay by my side like i always stay by urs..so we can overcome every obstacles togther ya?:) (no..not SOC.. -_-"")... and remember o.. anything and everything i do.. i juz hope for dear to be happy..:)okie la.. 9th august 2004.. a REALLY </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109253682164222048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109253682164222048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109253682164222048' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109190948448162057</id><published>2004-08-08T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T04:11:24.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmiez.. dearie seems quite stressed out leh.. i myself is very sad looking at her like that and i can't do anything to help her.. haiz.. all i did was wrote letter.. buy her flower.. trying hard to cheer her up.. got la.. succeed abit.. but her smile worn out soon.. hmmiez.. dunno how to have lively conversation with a tiredz deardear like that leh.. tried liao.. but she quite sianz leh.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109190948448162057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109190948448162057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109190948448162057' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109133127938114186</id><published>2004-08-01T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T11:34:39.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. here i am again..yeah..juz to write down some confusions..but before that.. i'm glad to say that everything's fine between mi and my darling liaoz..so glad.. think the relationship has kinda stablized.. yes.. but passion and affections nv fail to hit its climax while romance will nv be not present with mi ard, my dear.. :) i'll still be loving u like day N(whichever day u feel i loved u</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109133127938114186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109133127938114186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109133127938114186' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109128373498637641</id><published>2004-07-31T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T22:22:14.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay..went out with dear today... so nice.. book out day.. gonna end soon.. but then enjoyed myself very much..bought dear a pair of bb shorts.. tink she''ll look nice in it o.. haha.. baggy.. then dear got nice nice legs..oso bought dear a baby pooh~~~ so nice to hugx.. and so CutE~~~ hahahhai'm like a char bor.. but yea.. i'm not homo.. hahahaword of the week.. BOngOh~second to that is.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109128373498637641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109128373498637641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109128373498637641' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109075531872977196</id><published>2004-07-25T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T19:35:18.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>has been a quite hectic weekend..dint really have a good rest.. lotsa things happened..after booking out..and reach home then bathe le.. i immediately went to get lunch for dear.. gave her a pleasant surprise by appearring rite at her stairs.. bought her a necklace-ear ring pair set too.. tink it is simple and nice.. rugged and kinda zen... guess she'll like it.. well.. she like it la.. heh.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109075531872977196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109075531872977196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109075531872977196' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109026025408389066</id><published>2004-07-20T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T02:04:14.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh..an interesting way of expressing desires.. happeningz?:Pcopyright from "gal interrupted"'s diary from www.opendiary.comheld..passion.. tongue.. lips.. sucked.. nibbled.. licked.. breathes hard.. obsession.. bites.. ears.. licked.. nibble.. bite.. neck.. sucked.. circled.. held.. hard.. strong.. breathes.. hot.. caresses.. strokes.. affections..thighs.. right in between hers..pressed hard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109026025408389066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109026025408389066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109026025408389066' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109025700996383346</id><published>2004-07-20T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T01:10:09.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yahsomething worth taking note of..or rather..something to be written down..saw dil yesterday..it was nice to see him again..even tho its juz for a few seconds..talked to him abit..he's still as stylo la.. haha..wonder hows him and his fyp..and his singapore idol thingy..hows life for him?really kinda miss him...he is my best fren in poly.. and he is still one of my bestest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109025700996383346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109025700996383346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109025700996383346' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109025641619286638</id><published>2004-07-20T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T01:00:16.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haiyo..sorry dear..feeling so bad now.. yelled at her cos of the KS incident..fucking hell.. juz lost control at that stupid moment.. abt to hang up liao.. why dint i juz get hold of it for alittle while longer...dunno why.. juz cannot stand it lor..like i spend bitbit of time with dear onli..then every time i will hear her exclaim and talk abt KS one..my name not enuff Ks mar? haiz.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109025641619286638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109025641619286638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109025641619286638' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109019062193899169</id><published>2004-07-19T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T06:43:41.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well.. it seems like i've finally fallen..tot i could maintain a sick-free record.. maybe afew chow gengs.. in the end.. i really fell.. and i fell hard.. sigh..sorry dear.. made u worried le.. sorry my dear frens who've worried abt mi oso..and very great thx to JY who lent mi the laptop.. was really useful.. and u came all the way down to get the laptop back.. cos i'm sick.. sorry abt that.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109019062193899169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109019062193899169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109019062193899169' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109014814013706069</id><published>2004-07-18T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T18:56:07.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear.. u feel so fine..tinking of u simply makes mi blind..love is blinding..no.. shirley is..who is what?she's the sweetest lady on earth :)she's my love...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109014814013706069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109014814013706069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109014814013706069' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109011620623530071</id><published>2004-07-18T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T10:03:26.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[S]ensuality of your Touch brings me close..[H]aving you beside til Eternity is my Flaring Hope..[I]n my heart, I'll keep you Secured and Warm..[R]est assured that i will hold You tight..[L]iving in Our World where there's only You &amp; I..[E]xciting Passion and Affections were never at these heights..[Y]ou're the One.. who had shown me Love.. and led me to the Light of Life...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109011620623530071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109011620623530071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109011620623530071' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-109007892298758456</id><published>2004-07-17T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T23:42:02.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>try taking her away...yes.. try.. as hard as u can...i Will kill u. heh.. try activating the sadist mi..no one hab seen..oh.. a few had..but they no longer exist..try..try harder... =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109007892298758456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/109007892298758456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109007892298758456' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108948216502903452</id><published>2004-07-11T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T01:56:05.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear.. this is specially for you...You sheltered me from harm.You kept me warmAnd you gave my life to meYou set me free, The finest months I ever knew Were all the months I had with you I would give everything I own, I'd give up my life, my heart, my home.And I would give everything I own, Just to have you beside me.. You taught me how to laugh, What a time..You never said as much,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108948216502903452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108948216502903452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108948216502903452' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108948133173619311</id><published>2004-07-11T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T01:42:11.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm.. lost.. i feel confusion filling my head.. but its all good..i made my confession to my dear..that my utmost devotion to her..is never as real.. as now..i nv cherish her as much before as i am rite now..i wish there's more than 24 hrs in a day..i wish there's more than 60 secs in 1 min.. i wish.. she can be by my side all the time..not onli because i love her..but because.. it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108948133173619311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108948133173619311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108948133173619311' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108891349588145882</id><published>2004-07-04T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T11:58:15.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dearie..to add on..i really do enjoy myself.. with u.. both of these days..the smiles and laughter.. passion of kisses.. affections of hugx.. they are all from the deepest depth of my heart.. i dint lie to u at all..i juz wan to be with u..forever and ever...naive?no..i tink i'm juz a romantic fool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108891349588145882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108891349588145882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108891349588145882' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108891321004659242</id><published>2004-07-04T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T11:53:30.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear. if u read this blog.. i aint angry at u at all.. serious. i am angry at MYSELF AND I ONLI.just expressing my thoughts. --------------------this above words are written after the blog.----------------------haiz.. i really dun understand wat is going on in mi..getting so jealous so easily.. becoming so possessive..i dunno wat the fuck is going on..do i have so little confidence in mi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108891321004659242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108891321004659242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108891321004659242' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108830998016952971</id><published>2004-06-27T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T12:19:40.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear.. first and foremost.. i wanna dedicate two songs to u...Still - 98Deg.. Love, I see forever in your eyesI can see heaven in your smileAnd when I hold you closeI don't want to let goBecause deep in my soul I know girlYou are the only light I seeYour love means everything to meI know that we will never partCause you'll always be near, here in my heartIf the sun should refuse to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108830998016952971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108830998016952971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108830998016952971' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108627745993430685</id><published>2004-06-03T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T23:44:19.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she squeezed mi so hard.. it inflicted pain..pain was so great.. sensuality overwhelms me..sense of excitement sends thrills down my spine..as she grab my hands and flung it to the side..continued squeezing and hurting me lots..heavenly europhia descends.. my body shivers..she grips my neck and pushed it to the side...like a dom to a sub..and the sub obeys.. nv does he defy...til the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108627745993430685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108627745993430685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108627745993430685' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108596357151644463</id><published>2004-05-31T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T08:32:51.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hee... so nice looking at dear sleeping.. she looks so cute and lovable.. wanna hug her... tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108596357151644463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108596357151644463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108596357151644463' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108590258255005630</id><published>2004-05-30T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T15:36:22.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. i'm still quite happy abt mi getting an AD for my proj.. many had not really done well.. at least from whom i've noe.. some even failed.. i feel sorry and sad for my frens.. but wont mention much.. cos i aint saying "fong liang hua"... but really hope they will do well next sem..darling brought mi mcspicy double burger and a packet of instant mash potato and 4 cans of green bean soup.. oh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108590258255005630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108590258255005630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108590258255005630' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108576989896532090</id><published>2004-05-29T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T02:44:58.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yahmi got AD for FYP.. yay..but B for all the others.. sianz ;phmm..something wierd..same proj. but gwen got B+.. kev. got A.. ZF got C+.. ???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108576989896532090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108576989896532090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108576989896532090' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108576903327505706</id><published>2004-05-29T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T02:30:33.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>darling dear..i'm sorry abt watever had happened that nite oso.. really.. hugx..mimi love u so so much...hmmiez..very tiredz.. not gonna update much..but juz wanna say thx for ya testimonials lo.. hmmiez.. mi not perfect.. no guy is perfect.. mi no exception... but i'm willing to work towards perfection.. for u.. twice as hard as i work for my basketball :) hee... thx so much for being so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108576903327505706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108576903327505706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108576903327505706' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108568628891438046</id><published>2004-05-28T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T03:31:28.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To hell with Jealousy, I'm juz Petty.. sorry.. Afterall, i have to accept wats meant to be.. is meant to be.. at least for now.. its me.wat can i do?cherish..cherish..cherish...hahaha..so silly.stupid mi.yea..stupid.mi.it was onli a harmless joke u idiot?dun take it so hard.yeai'm sorry.but it did.hurt.a tiny..little..bit.k laslp liao ming tian hui gen hao.zhen xi yi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108568628891438046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108568628891438046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108568628891438046' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108429716011681347</id><published>2004-05-12T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T01:39:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Bloggie, I've got something to confess to you..I wonder if she remembers all the first times after we got together.. the first time we went out.. the first time i held her  hand.. the first time i made her smile.. the first time i kissed the back of her hand.. the first time we frenched.. first time i called her dear.. first time i hugged her... first time.. we looked at the stars...It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108429716011681347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108429716011681347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108429716011681347' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108376585740377485</id><published>2004-05-05T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T22:08:42.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. exam's over.. juz went to play ball.. can enjoy bball more now.. guess it was parts and parcel of exam stress afterall.. later gonna meet my dear..came up onli to update on abit of things..firstly,dear.. u've been so very understanding.. thx.. hughugx.. really really love u lots oh.. hee..so glad its already third month that we're together.. but dear.. pretty sad.. one more month.. and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108376585740377485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108376585740377485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108376585740377485' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108369454077095324</id><published>2004-05-05T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T02:19:33.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I had major self-esteem problems. I was always trying to outdo myself. I felt like I had to prove myself constantly, because I felt alone. Lonely. And I wanted everyone to love me."the above is quoted from Jenna Jameson..one of my favourite pornstar.. now..doesn't that quote sounds like.. me.... ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108369454077095324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108369454077095324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108369454077095324' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108369357738247780</id><published>2004-05-05T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T02:03:30.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmz.. kinda got into abit of quarrel w deardear..juz told her i was meeting gwen to study.. then ar.. she got abit unhappy over it.. hmmz.. but anywayz.. that juz shows that she cares abt mi ma.. so nvmz la..she talked abt helium balloons in her blog..dun worry.. i play hoopz.. they are meant to come down.. but everytime they come down.. i'll shoot them up again.. and i'll make sure they go "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108369357738247780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108369357738247780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108369357738247780' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108325611777485900</id><published>2004-04-29T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T00:32:54.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after workout.. time.. 2324..somehow.. i juz feel rather emotional rite now..is the end of the world coming? sg.. falling apart? what exactly is happening?what is in ur plan, my Lord?upon facing all these.. what can i do? i really wanna pray for them.. perhaps.. thats why i'm here.. to blog my prayer and blessings i hope it will reach them..another reason that i'm here..i'm rather puzzled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108325611777485900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108325611777485900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108325611777485900' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108299954341368229</id><published>2004-04-27T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T01:25:22.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>late in the nite she came down..with a smile and on the head i can see her crown..she's the queen of my heart.. and maybe the lady to wear my wedding gown..however.. somehow.. she frowned..what can i say? dear.. smile.. =)puzzled with quizzes of life..pondering over her best fren's guy.."whats life?""how well do i noe MY guy?"she asked.. with that ever questioning eyes..what can i say</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108299954341368229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108299954341368229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108299954341368229' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108248527806506041</id><published>2004-04-21T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T02:25:22.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well.. juz finished a bowl of instant noodle.. haha.. workout's kinda wasted.. cos eaten something? hahhaa..ok.. anwayz.. juz came up to write abt this..something which flashed thru my mind..love.. is somethin very great..love.. aint affected by my basketball skills..love.. aint affected by the definitions of my muscles..love.. aint all abt money..love.. aint all abt looks..love.. aint </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108248527806506041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108248527806506041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108248527806506041' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108222705382204962</id><published>2004-04-18T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T02:41:34.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're all Sinners..Forgiven by Jesus..For those haven't..Believe in Him and you shall be brought to heaven..Dearest Lord.. We don't know.. We don't even know what We don't know..but We don't know..Ignorance may be bliss..but Ignorance does not bring peace..He.. brought peace..Because He forgave us..and He does not forsake us..Oh Dearest Lord..Deliver us.. before the day come..as we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108222705382204962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108222705382204962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108222705382204962' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108179527966665412</id><published>2004-04-13T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T02:45:13.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hee.. juz felt like blogging this...dar and i saw a shooting star not long ago!! at my home's kitchen wo.. haha.. so cute.. were looking at the stars then dear found somthin flew past.. and it was in the air for sooo long~~~ keke.. not so long lar.. but long enuff for dear to actually see it.. then tell mi.. then i turn my head and saw it.. then i say "quik quik xu yuan~ shooting star!" and its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108179527966665412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108179527966665412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108179527966665412' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108179485719230995</id><published>2004-04-13T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T02:38:10.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a story that really turned mi on..The first time I ever masturbated with a girl was with one of my sister's friends. My parents were out and my sister had her boyfriend and friend over. After watching TV for awhile my sister and boyfiend went upstairs to fool around. That left me to watch with her friend. We were flipping around when we turned on a sex program. It was about masturbating. My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108179485719230995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108179485719230995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108179485719230995' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108179130852640096</id><published>2004-04-13T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T01:39:02.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess wat. FYP IS FINALLY OVER.wah lanthis is a fucking Big STEP in my life..and ALL THX firstly to my dear.. Shirley.she has been there ALL the time.. without fail.. SO much patience. WO HAO AI NI OH~~~~~~ darling!!hair stand? haha.. song bo?:Phmmiez... second person really wanna thank ar.. is gwen la. even tho she quite easily pek cek ar.. but alrite lar.. this partner got brain and noe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108179130852640096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108179130852640096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108179130852640096' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108162316984414731</id><published>2004-04-11T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T02:56:41.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yah.. when there's onli u and i..under the dim moon lightonli the stars shines bright..but yeah.. onli u and i...gazing into each other's eyes..yours beautiful.. and mine's mesmerized..its late in the twilight..come'on.. lets get it going on all nite..get wat going??? grinz..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108162316984414731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108162316984414731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108162316984414731' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108101114292628445</id><published>2004-04-04T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T00:56:03.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought I fell.. But y? y am I falling again?.. n again.. n again... n.. again......Seems an endless pit.. one day.. if i ever reach the bed of this deep ocean.. i will definitely love her like crazy still.. and continue digging on the bed.. so i can continue to fall.. no.fall with her....she was so sweet.. came down after her outing with her frenz.. specially go buy scallops treat mi.. and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108101114292628445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108101114292628445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108101114292628445' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108065734736769975</id><published>2004-03-30T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T22:39:22.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha.. at dear's home again.. wanna rest one.. but come her home do work lor.. quite relaxing la..all we do is work.. ____.. work.. ____.. work.. ____.. and WoRk! =)..Miss being with her and enjoying her accompany.. i mean.. really enjoying.. last two whole weeks ar..totally freaked out with fyp.. ONE WHOLE WEEK WITHOUT BASKETBALL!! WTH!!!!! and then ar.. last last week when i was with my team.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108065734736769975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108065734736769975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108065734736769975' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-108004605517951576</id><published>2004-03-23T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T20:51:00.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe you're here with meAnd now it seems my world's completeAnd I never want this moment to endI close my eyes and still I seeMy dreams become realityAnd now I know how it feels to be in loveI prayed so many nights that you would come my wayAn angel from above to light my darkest dayI think it's time for you to hear these lines'Cos there's something I want to saybOuNdEd bY </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108004605517951576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/108004605517951576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108004605517951576' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-107997616916925432</id><published>2004-03-23T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T01:26:14.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two thoughts/poems from my dear...xing xing's my honey darling, my 1 n only love,he brings a smile to my face,simply by juz picturing him in my headhe's all i cld ever ask for,what more do i want?for us to be together,blissful n loving,till death do us part in old age,is all i long for.i wanna give u all i can, to lighten the load that's killing u, but there's nothing i can do, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/107997616916925432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/107997616916925432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107997616916925432' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-107988671105947286</id><published>2004-03-22T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T00:42:17.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm.... we went to e movies for e 1st time we've been together - Haunted Mansion... dear n i went to kfc for a quick bite... but it took 17mins to wait for e food!!! anyway, kinda hurried thru dindin... then rushed to e cinema... wasn't late lah... budden full house... Fri nite on the 12th!!! haha... Qing muz hv stepped on numerous toes b4 getting to our seats... show started in a while, then so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/107988671105947286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/107988671105947286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107988671105947286' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-107902025065598800</id><published>2004-03-11T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T23:54:00.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Jason sees the floor so well it makes everyone's job easier," Martin said. "When you got a guy like that, who is so unselfish -- everything is pass first, shoot second -- that's what you need."tats i hope to build myself as..J-Kidd.. u're my goal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/107902025065598800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/107902025065598800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107902025065598800' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-107901928485994427</id><published>2004-03-11T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T23:37:54.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>huge bulky problems fills my mind..i cant tink..i wanna scream..i wanna cry..but my eyes are too dry..seems like i've wasted too much time..nothing else i can do.. except to try..i can't die..program's progress depending on mi, myself and i..feeling so pressurized..how i wish i can juz evaporize...HELP~~~~~~~~~~~ GAN NIN NA BEI CHAO CHEE BYE!~~~~~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/107901928485994427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/107901928485994427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107901928485994427' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6016547.post-107868544101743815</id><published>2004-03-08T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T02:53:45.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yah..forgot to update bt this..my dear got blog liao.. haha..here.. :www.oceanvalley.blogspot.comfeel free to visit~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/107868544101743815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6016547/posts/default/107868544101743815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-or-obsession.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107868544101743815' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
