<?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-5989049</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:32:03.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessionobsessionobsession</title><subtitle type='html'>look at the title wat do ya think?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989049.post-113016319304213082</id><published>2005-10-24T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T22:13:13.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>108 - I'm Lovin' Itwhat's playing::trouble - ::coldplay::moodflash:: drainedYes, I am well aware that I should really be hitting the books but for some strange reason, doing a little rant here is rather cathartic. Much like bawling your eyes out when watching Armageddon. Well, something like that anyway. I feel like my energy has been pickled slowly in vinegar after 8 or so hours of sitting in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/113016319304213082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/113016319304213082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113016319304213082' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-111297419345031208</id><published>2005-04-08T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T23:29:53.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom oh Boredom</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::i want you - savage garden::Seems like Mister Boredom has found a new victim to spring visits to. In fact, this victim is almost sure that Mister Boredom is rather amused with this sad new victim and totally delights in engaging in meaningless activities with her. So much so that Mister Boredom is dropping by to visit his unfortunate victim virtually everyday. This victim supposes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111297419345031208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111297419345031208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111297419345031208' title='Boredom oh Boredom'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-111180046646967138</id><published>2005-03-26T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T09:27:46.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweating it out</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::two princes - spin doctors::Looks like i'm really taking full advantage of internet access in my office. Haha... well, at least i get to do something... I'd die of boredom otherwise. Haha... so faith managed to suddenly message me in the afternoon to say that she guessed where i was going. I almost thought that she was also at pulau ubin.. But it turns out she was at the zoo and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111180046646967138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111180046646967138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111180046646967138' title='sweating it out'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-111163907366334804</id><published>2005-03-24T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T12:37:53.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of technology and advertising</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::caught up - usher::Alright fine.So i'm quite a complete dunce at anything remotely related to technology. But seriously, what's a coolio? Isn't that like, the name of some black rapper or something? The one who sang "gangsta's paradise"? Char!!!! I didn't know you were an expert in technology anyway! Hahaha! Looks like we all underestimated you. Beneath that bimbotic facade you're</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111163907366334804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111163907366334804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111163907366334804' title='of technology and advertising'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-111133096502590631</id><published>2005-03-20T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:02:45.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of mp3 players and Apples</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::beautiful soul - Jesse McCartney::*Huge sigh*Yeap.. I still didn't get the mp3 player yet, and i'm rather disappointed about it. Ugh. The man said that i could definitely get it by 19th march, saturday cuz stock would already be arriving on the 14th monday. And then he quoted me $450 for it. All these meanit i waited in total anticipation the whole blasted week as everything that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111133096502590631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111133096502590631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111133096502590631' title='Of mp3 players and Apples'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-111111395048783106</id><published>2005-03-18T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T10:45:50.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::just another day - bbmak::I resolve to be a happy person as much as i can... That is, i would try... Of course if i fail in doing so, there's nothing to be done about it.. Afterall, every human is fallible.I'm now seriously considering the question of which mp3 player to buy... I'm inclined to the iRiver h10 because of its asthetic beauty. But on the other hand, it looks really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111111395048783106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111111395048783106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111111395048783106' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-111087234738475779</id><published>2005-03-15T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:39:07.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::turn me on - kevin lyttle::I'm bordering on the edge of rationality right about now. No. Wait. I think it's more probable that I've already teetered over the brink and am just falling into that world of anger, indignance, irrationality, attitude, and just about all things negative. I absolutely see no reason why i should stand for this kind of absurd behavior from a man who i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111087234738475779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111087234738475779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111087234738475779' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-111053182165981640</id><published>2005-03-11T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T17:03:41.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beware stalkers...</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::humdrum::There's this particular lady (if she even qualifies as a lady...) customer who has reappeared for no good reason in this care center again and again, 3 seperate times within a day. For one thing she wanted to know how to send an sms using chinese letters hanyu pinyin. Now isn't this ironic? Asking me who is incompetent in chinese to teach that... But still i suceeded </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111053182165981640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111053182165981640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111053182165981640' title='beware stalkers...'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-111026626459811267</id><published>2005-03-08T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T15:17:44.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the question of math</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::humbrum in the office::I'm in a sucky mood now? Cuz i just called up ntu's helpline to inquire about the chances of me getting to do psychology although i do not fulfill that one pre-requisite of having a pass in additional math or its equivilant at ao' level... And i am rather disheartened now to realise that chances of me getting in is rather slim cuz apparantly, ntu adheres </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111026626459811267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111026626459811267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111026626459811267' title='the question of math'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-111017373138731302</id><published>2005-03-07T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T13:35:31.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored and cantankerous</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::come what may - ewan mcgregor &amp; nicole kidman::I'm in the office again... So what's new huh... Honestly? I'm getting increasingly bored at work... Its just so routine and i feel like i'm being stuck in a rut... There so much i feel that i can do, yet i have no inkling whatsoever about just what it is that i really want to do. And that applies to all aspects of life right now... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111017373138731302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/111017373138731302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111017373138731302' title='bored and cantankerous'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110982411953683537</id><published>2005-03-03T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T12:28:39.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pondering...</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::go crazy - natalie::Alrighty, that song is not playing now in the physical sense, its just playing in my head over and over again... Its some rather catchy song that is rather apt for me right now?Hmm... I'm kinda thinking on myself, trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me sometimes... Rather, its this rather ridiculous but innate attitude i give at times.. So now that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110982411953683537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110982411953683537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110982411953683537' title='pondering...'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110973026928777620</id><published>2005-03-02T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T10:24:29.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my precious...</title><summary type='text'>     h102    Originally uploaded by obsession. Yet another picture of this baby which totally does not do the real deal any justice...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110973026928777620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110973026928777620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110973026928777620' title='my precious...'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110973017411870915</id><published>2005-03-02T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T10:22:54.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iRiver - iDesire</title><summary type='text'>     h10    Originally uploaded by obsession. This is the baby that i'm 99.9% inclined to buy this coming saturday... The saturday after the fateful release of the results... But moving on to happier issues, this H10 is the sleekest mp3 player i've seen! But again, i guess i've been going on and on about this baby for since the first time i saw it to anyone who would listen... However, there's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110973017411870915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110973017411870915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110973017411870915' title='iRiver - iDesire'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110964731982513803</id><published>2005-03-01T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T11:21:59.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some surprise...</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::humdum of the office (again)::Yeps... I've been assigned to the front desk again... Haha.. I refered to it as "front line" and my friend was like, "what? war ah?" I guess so, in a more metaphorical sense.. Afterall, the front desk  ppl sometimes face a lil more flak from irate (or not) customers... But other than that, i'm quite slack here.. That's not saying much for me is it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110964731982513803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110964731982513803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110964731982513803' title='some surprise...'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110879222892826584</id><published>2005-02-19T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T13:50:28.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the employed speaking...</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::hum drum of office::This is bloody evident ain't it? I'm currently in my office (offiiiiccccceeee - let me just savour the usage of the word) front desk and am supposed to attend to walk in customers today. And equally evidently, there's ain't any at the moment so i am somewhat (illegally) rambling now... What a miracle isn't it? I actually managed to survive my first week of work</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110879222892826584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110879222892826584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110879222892826584' title='the employed speaking...'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110837966034829483</id><published>2005-02-14T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T19:14:20.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that day again...</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::obsession(no es amor) - frankie jay feat babybash::The bow and the arrowThe playful cherub singsHe takes aim and lets flyPiercing unsuspecting target boardsSome still reeling from unhealed woundsHe offers no balmNo soothing ointmentTargets are left battered and bruisedStanding in the practice groundsHoping for some reprise from the tortureYet welcoming the painFor masochism is the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110837966034829483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110837966034829483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110837966034829483' title='that day again...'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110830254856154523</id><published>2005-02-13T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T21:49:08.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ideal present...</title><summary type='text'>     iRiver player    Originally uploaded by obsession. This is the iRiver H10. And i'm really really hoping someone out there can get it for me. Haha... Maybe santa can give me my christmas present early and i will promise to be a good girl. I'm quite in love with this mp3 player... It's sweet,no? And that colour... *drools*  It's pretty much jammed packed with features. Oh alright, its pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110830254856154523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110830254856154523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110830254856154523' title='The ideal present...'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110814155721469196</id><published>2005-02-12T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T01:05:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pointers...</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::once upon a broken heart - the beu sisters::&gt; Syaima went back to aussie today and i couldn't send her off... Girl, i already said this but i'll just say it again... Sorry i couldn't send you off yah... But again, there will be other chances to meet up or so in the future... So no sweating it out okay.. Hope you arrived safely there and basically, here's to a good year for you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110814155721469196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110814155721469196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110814155721469196' title='pointers...'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110786426157448413</id><published>2005-02-08T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T20:04:21.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a comedic tragedy</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::beautiful soul - jesse McCartney::I went shopping today again at a last ditch attempt to find that elusive dress. So nana and i went to bugis and i found a dress there. Yes. At last. One dress. But i didn't get it as the price for that plain (but nice) dress without a brand even kinda put me off. I figured that it was not really worth it to buy it. And (finally) put that aside </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110786426157448413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110786426157448413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110786426157448413' title='a comedic tragedy'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110786521450000821</id><published>2005-02-08T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T20:20:14.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cleaning woes</title><summary type='text'>"That time of the year again!"The fair lass moans."Time to clean, clear, and dust!"She agonisingly groans.Drawing a duster,Armed with a mask.Getting set to do some nattle,With the multitudes of dust."Alas!" The fair maid cries,"The dust always multiplies!"Amoeba-like, they split and grow,Turning into fuzzy freaks with a love for show.As she sits wringing her mop,Throwing down the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110786521450000821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110786521450000821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110786521450000821' title='cleaning woes'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110761673827018935</id><published>2005-02-05T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T23:18:58.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>path of bliss</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::loving you - minnie ripperton::Went shopping today on the quest for that dress for CNY. It proved to be a fruitless search which obviously means that i couldn't find any dress. I did try on one but it was so bloody short that i wouldn't be able to sit in it. And it can only be worn with jeans in my case, which as my friend said, defeats the purpose. What hapenned in the end? I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110761673827018935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110761673827018935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110761673827018935' title='path of bliss'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110753486343661737</id><published>2005-02-05T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T00:34:23.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hunt begins</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::this will be (an everlasting love) - natalie cole::The notoriously lazy nat has finally gotten her fat ass down to more enthusiastically finding a job. Apart from the obvious reason of wanting to get some cas, the other would very honestly be that she is, very very bored at home and needs to occupy her time. Otherwise, she would sink into a cycle of eating and sleeping and hence</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110753486343661737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110753486343661737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110753486343661737' title='the hunt begins'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110735655915239664</id><published>2005-02-02T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:02:39.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gold popiah</title><summary type='text'>     haha...(50)#1    Originally uploaded by obsession. Guess the cost of the meal? Its an incredible $3 dinner. Yeap. $3 for a popiah and a drink. I have this sneaky feeling i've been ripped off.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110735655915239664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110735655915239664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110735655915239664' title='the gold popiah'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110723043807379483</id><published>2005-02-01T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T12:00:38.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rushes..</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::catch me if you can - the beu sisters::I'm supposed to be meeting the elementals at 1 but still here i am typing away as if i have all the time in the world. Sheesh. One would have thought age would bring about a certain sense of urgency. But apparantly in nat's case, that does not seem to ring true. Right. So char met me famous brother and decided that he's cute. Somewhat. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110723043807379483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110723043807379483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110723043807379483' title='rushes..'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110701213332024080</id><published>2005-01-29T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T23:22:13.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the genius speaks</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::again - bbmak::Yes!!! I actually manage to put up the tag board thing!!! Thoough i somehow think i'm gonna be dusting off bobwebs from there every now and then. Sign. I hate doing housework. Alrighty... now that that is out of the way... Sometimes i shake my head at my own lack of knowledge with regards to anything technology. Sigh. No wonder i'm bloody unemployed. Haha... Ya </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110701213332024080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110701213332024080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110701213332024080' title='the genius speaks'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110700777767294362</id><published>2005-01-29T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:09:37.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a bloody small world</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::again - bbmak::I never knew ns would be a bloody connector of people for god's sake. Damn.Damn.Damn.Damn.Damn.Ok Ok. I know, Big deal right? But still... It's like, majorly wierded out...And i bloody well know i'm rambling.Oh sod it. I'm lapsing into total incoherence. Which simply means that my brain matter , or what's still left of it, has undergone its final process </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110700777767294362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110700777767294362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110700777767294362' title='it&apos;s a bloody small world'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110683440840905774</id><published>2005-01-27T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:00:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barricade</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::somebody like you - keith urban::Writer's Block. A block where writers live in. Rather, barricaded in with no exit anywhere in sight in the looming fences of the writer's residential area. No window, no door, not even a little flap in the wall to allow the entrance or exit of domesticated mammals ie: cats, dogs, ferrets, rabbits, whathaveyous. The block - a cacophony of noises </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110683440840905774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110683440840905774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110683440840905774' title='barricade'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110675065762185294</id><published>2005-01-26T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:44:17.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>musings...</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::feels like home to me - chantel kreviazuk::Oh gawd... I think I'm turning soft and I'm not so sure I'm liking that very much. Recall that i mentioned my dvd marathoning... I watched how to lose a guy in 110 days and i actually found it watchable. Oh alright! I found it quite funny. And not as bad as i once thought it out to be when i first watched it. Bah... I wonder what that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110675065762185294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110675065762185294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110675065762185294' title='musings...'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110666942101823897</id><published>2005-01-26T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T00:10:21.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire crushed</title><summary type='text'>     haha...(34)    Originally uploaded by obsession. A kind of tender union of the two..Yearned for yet afraid of..There was never a hurry , take your time..Slowly explore the depths of the other's mind..I tentatively reach out..You don't take my hand..A gaping fission between desire and reality..It would not be bridged.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110666942101823897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110666942101823897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110666942101823897' title='Desire crushed'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110666844195084605</id><published>2005-01-25T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:54:01.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyperactivity</title><summary type='text'>what's playing:: la la - ashlee simpson::You can dress me up diamondsYou can dress me up in dirtYou can throw me like a line-manI like it better when it hurtsOh, I have waited here for youI have waitedYou make me wanna la lain the kitchen on the floorI'll be a french maid When I meet you at the doorI'm like an alley catDrink the milk up, I want moreYou make me wannaYou make me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110666844195084605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110666844195084605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110666844195084605' title='hyperactivity'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110640563833499921</id><published>2005-01-22T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:53:58.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just the typical...</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::lovers and friends - usher , lil john , ludacris::Once again , i'm out comtributing to singapore's  (relatively) high unemployment rate ( economics , no?) since i have already completed my 2 job stints... Sounds pretty short doesn't it? Haha... Well, it is... Since the first lasted for a week and the next lasted for 3 days... Tlk about really being given a temporary job. Oh well</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110640563833499921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110640563833499921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110640563833499921' title='just the typical...'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110579526271460288</id><published>2005-01-15T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T21:21:02.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deluge of thoughts...</title><summary type='text'>Thinking along the lines of Natasha Beddingfield's Unwitten... i realise that the song is rather apt with regards to certain , or rather, most parts of my life... Wierd , yes? It's difficult sometimes, to find the correct expressions to convey how one feels... Just like in certain types of situations to different people, some stuff just can or cannot be said. Usually the sentiment of embarassment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110579526271460288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110579526271460288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110579526271460288' title='deluge of thoughts...'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110579415664017815</id><published>2005-01-15T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T21:02:36.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song (not dance)...</title><summary type='text'>Delta Goodrem - Will you fall for meMy head's full of thought Thoughts of you And I'm distracted so easy Thinking what to do So unsure, so unfamiliar Am I wrong to think that something could happen Will you fall for me I need to know, the way I'd like you to Baby, will you fall for me The way I've fallen for you Im not like myself And I'm playing the role of someone else And my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110579415664017815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110579415664017815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110579415664017815' title='song (not dance)...'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110570638424603700</id><published>2005-01-14T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T20:39:44.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb ass</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::emotional - Diana DeGarmo::today's my last day of work at this first stint at being lawfully and gainfully employed. *sigh* While i would like to continue working there, i guess i'll just have to move on. Life's wierd ain't it? In everything that we do, there would always come a point where we'll have to just move on. I hate that but  sometimes i do see the necessity of it. In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110570638424603700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110570638424603700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110570638424603700' title='dumb ass'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110562584263780676</id><published>2005-01-13T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:17:22.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That moron weighing two tons</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::i just wanna live - good charlotte::I must say i am quite hooked on that song. Which simply means that once i hear the intro on the radio i just drop whatever i'm doing and dash for my headphones to plug into the stereo. There's just something rather catchy about the song, especially the falsetto part. Which then leads me on a bloody high. Talk about being easily mood - induced.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110562584263780676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110562584263780676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110562584263780676' title='That moron weighing two tons'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110554336301266359</id><published>2005-01-12T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T23:22:43.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a walk down memory lane</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::unwritten - natasha  beddingfield::I was kinda reading through a compulsory journal i kept in my sec 3 years for english class. I had actually gotten my arse down to clear my roon and the table to make way for the table and soundsticks and came across the journals. I flipped through some entries and came upon one which particularly struck a chord with me as i realised that after</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110554336301266359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110554336301266359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110554336301266359' title='a walk down memory lane'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110554156723518124</id><published>2005-01-12T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T22:52:47.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lil boy who calls ME "ger ger.."</title><summary type='text'>     lil boy who calls ME "ger ger.."    Originally uploaded by obsession. Haha...This is one really adorable bou. Pity i couldn't get a clear shot of him. Well. He's yet another of those tormentors of mine who aunty away at me on purpose. So he then decides to hold a debate ( while showing me the caterfly with his classmates) on just how to address me.1 - sister!!!2 - jie jie...3 - bookshop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110554156723518124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110554156723518124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110554156723518124' title='lil boy who calls ME &quot;ger ger..&quot;'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110554118087044839</id><published>2005-01-12T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T22:46:20.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imp-ettes who "aunty!!" away</title><summary type='text'>     imp-ettes who "aunty!!" away    Originally uploaded by obsession. YAH!!!The two gurlies from the left of the picture now simply insist on calling me aunty still on purpose to tease me. *sigh*I don't look that old right? I seriously would not mind that much if i was like 20 years or so older. After all, age is inevitable.But even then , being an aunty at age 18 (i'm stilll a teen!!) is quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110554118087044839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110554118087044839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110554118087044839' title='imp-ettes who &quot;aunty!!&quot; away'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110554081567845308</id><published>2005-01-12T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T22:40:15.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>progress of the caterfly</title><summary type='text'>     progress of the caterfly    Originally uploaded by obsession. Well well...This is the very same caterpillar aka lit class pet.Apparantly it has now spun a thread like cocoon around itself. Or rather, it is starting to. Hence, there are these really fine thread like substances enveloping it.Fascinating huh...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110554081567845308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110554081567845308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110554081567845308' title='progress of the caterfly'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110554050346373115</id><published>2005-01-12T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T22:35:03.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final measure to starve off endless FAQs</title><summary type='text'>     final measure to starve off endless FAQs    Originally uploaded by obsession. I've finally turned to putting up a sign to indicate the (un)availability of stocks on files.But what happens? The kids still rush straight for the counter anyway and still request for files though the sign in bright supposedly eye catching colours is just right beside the counter.Poor kids. They study so hard that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110554050346373115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110554050346373115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110554050346373115' title='final measure to starve off endless FAQs'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110544326088179389</id><published>2005-01-11T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T19:34:20.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>view from behind a counter</title><summary type='text'>     view from behind a counter    Originally uploaded by obsession. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110544326088179389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110544326088179389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110544326088179389' title='view from behind a counter'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110544316280134929</id><published>2005-01-11T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T19:32:42.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stocks i face for a week</title><summary type='text'>     stocks i face for a week    Originally uploaded by obsession. one week of this.pvc folders - $0.90ring folders - $3.00L-shaped foldres - $0.60foolscap - $1.50chinese foolscap - $1.50FRL(Frequently Repeated Line): the subject files as stated on the list here are not in stock.that means: No bio yellow pvc            No lit white pvc            No chem dark blue pvc            No math file cuz </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110544316280134929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110544316280134929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110544316280134929' title='stocks i face for a week'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110544159332969603</id><published>2005-01-11T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T19:26:34.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catterfly</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::if you come to me - atomic kitten::What,you may ask,the hell is a catterfly?is it a 1) hybrid of a cat and a butterfly?        2) hybrib of a feline and a fly?        3) hybrid of cattle with wings?        4) evolved version of the wright brother's aeroplane, shaped like a kettle?You may not be surprised to learn that it is none of the above. The answer lies below.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110544159332969603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110544159332969603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110544159332969603' title='catterfly'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110543972527110093</id><published>2005-01-11T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T18:35:25.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>literature class pet...caterfly</title><summary type='text'>     literature class pet...caterfly    Originally uploaded by obsession. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110543972527110093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110543972527110093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110543972527110093' title='literature class pet...caterfly'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110537620561407609</id><published>2005-01-11T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T00:56:45.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lawful employment</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::truth is-fantasia::Well well...first day of work as a helper at a bookshop in nus high school... I must say, it was a rather interesting experience. Alright, its more the case that the students are interesting. They're so cute!! Okok..just before cisco somes to arrest me on grounds of paedophilism, let me clarify that when i say my interest has been piqued by the students, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110537620561407609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110537620561407609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110537620561407609' title='lawful employment'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110529207714115483</id><published>2005-01-10T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T00:19:13.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lack of affinity with tech stuff</title><summary type='text'>what's playing::one week-barenaked ladies::well well well...i have taken over control of my brother's apple laptop,for which i am truly thankful. however i also realise that i am exceptionally tech-unsavvy. For that matter, i think computers in general are rather hostile towards me. Either that or they are not very much different from women - they have major pms and it always occurs when i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110529207714115483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110529207714115483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110529207714115483' title='the lack of affinity with tech stuff'/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110511614576785962</id><published>2005-01-08T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T00:42:25.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::look what you've done-JET::i realise that i've pretty much come a long way in my life ( and long is long when one is quite bored). But yet i realise that i've got nothing much to show for it. Sad huh... Finally 18 (yes i am) and i am already jaded and sick of the world. Ok Ok... i know i know, typical teenagy angsty rant from yet another run off the mill youngster who moans that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110511614576785962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110511614576785962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110511614576785962' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110406997370633859</id><published>2004-12-26T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T22:06:13.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::white flag - dido::its boxing day... so.... *boxing gloves ready* let's begin to box!!! though i am quite sure that i would lose due to my rather infit body with a rather low level of stamina... gawd... i must be one of the most unfit people in the world man... and after the major stuffing of my poor and expanding tummy on christmas day... i'm more unfit than ever...somehow...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110406997370633859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110406997370633859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110406997370633859' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110330610403862188</id><published>2004-12-18T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T01:55:04.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::pure and simple - hear'say::nat's back from langkawi and she's all the blacker to show for it. to be more precise, she is burnt at the back and not so burnt in the front. and she really hopes that after all the shedding of skin (sounds like a snake moulting doesn't it) she would somehow miraculously look passably darker than her usual pale sickly self. on that note however, just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110330610403862188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110330610403862188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110330610403862188' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-110218077340172046</id><published>2004-12-05T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T01:19:33.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::angel city - do you know i go crazy::yepz... the As are finally over and i am so utterly thankful for that... though i seriously don't think i'll be that thankful when the results are released next year... wierd huh... from dreaded As to dreaded results... anyway... just thought i'd update a little here since my com isn't fixed yet and i am once again using my bro's computer... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110218077340172046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/110218077340172046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110218077340172046' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-109808403992116306</id><published>2004-10-18T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T15:20:39.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>venue : school library.... again... sigh...how sad right..oki... i'm supposed to be doing my revision so i'll just be more to the point than usual... (hmm... is that even possible???)nat's hp line got restorednat's suspended hp line was a blessing in disguisenat got a new hp...nat got a sonyerricson k700i hpthe k700i is now nat's new precious... *my preciooouuuussssss*yepz... that's pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109808403992116306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109808403992116306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109808403992116306' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-109793687249309862</id><published>2004-10-16T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T22:27:52.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::when you're gone - bryan adams &amp; mel.c::mood: love me love me say that you love me...ok.i'm pensive.friendster.added people.certain people......*sigh*i'm jealous.no.make that, insanely jealous.i see the guy with close friends. and i wonder... why can't i at least have that kinda friendship with him? i mean, it's better than nothing... and it's most definitely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109793687249309862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109793687249309862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109793687249309862' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-109582284036635411</id><published>2004-09-22T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T11:14:00.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>venue : school effing library which is effing cold.guest author : faithie babie!!!!! (she insisted.... mwahahahahahahahahahahaha)this is a note to her readers: i didnt insist. also, water retension sucks!!!!!!!!!!! ok but the most impt message. NATA DE COCO I LOVE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU...........oooooooo............oh ohh...............oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... sensual ya?okie... see..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109582284036635411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109582284036635411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109582284036635411' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-109370991906648738</id><published>2004-08-29T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T00:18:39.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just to note... i think i was being a little too judgemental, no?i'm just harping on the topic aren't i?well....i guess the little thing which prompted me to rant a little a few minutes ago was the discomfort and perplexity at the certainty he seemed to possess...may he is not...i just jumped to conclusions.now i understand why people say the communicating in cyberspace is largely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109370991906648738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109370991906648738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109370991906648738' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-109370886226612072</id><published>2004-08-28T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T00:01:02.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::humming of thoughts in the mind::yupz. though i am at home, i'm not really listening to any music right now... rather, i'm just trying (unsuccessfully) to look for and kinda research stuff on "long day's journey into night" and "another place". needless to say, my search on google proved totally unsuccessful. there's no nuggets of treasure there at all.... *sigh* so though i am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109370886226612072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109370886226612072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109370886226612072' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-109344795035512984</id><published>2004-08-25T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T23:32:30.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>=[what a fucked up world]=what's playing::she will be loved - maroon5::                         ::maybe tomorrow - stereophonics::its quite evident ain't it? from the choice adjective i used..( a little coarse i know but its simply the most apt adjective i could come up with that would succintly sum up just how i feel ) the flaming prelims have begun and to date, the subjects over and done </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109344795035512984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109344795035512984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109344795035512984' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-109310130636079358</id><published>2004-08-21T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T22:24:05.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>=[i'm scared]=what's playing::till i get over you - michelle branch::ok here goes again a marathon or finger typing away at the keyboard with the occasional (or not) screw ups due to the owner's immense incompetence at computer literacy... which is also why she needs to enlist the help of her "pet" bunny to kinda brush up on the owner's blog templates... what a shame that the bunny has more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109310130636079358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109310130636079358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109310130636079358' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-109151929649113784</id><published>2004-08-03T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T15:55:22.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::lotsa people in the school library yakking...::yepz... here i am AGAIN at the school library attempting to rant (or something) on the blog on mine which has been sadly negleted for a long long time as it is... so while i know i am supposed to do my mugging given the approaching prelims which will be in about 22 days time or so... (oh my gawd!!!!) but again i do need to destress </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109151929649113784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109151929649113784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109151929649113784' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-109048352938530232</id><published>2004-07-22T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T16:05:29.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::nothing except the babble of school:: alright its been damn long since i last went online so hence it would very much make sense that its also a long time since i have even logged an entry...apart from the fact that i have just gotten my results back... okok fine i did not JUST get my results back.. it was liike a couple of weeks agao... but we all know that i love to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109048352938530232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/109048352938530232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109048352938530232' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-108696578726623027</id><published>2004-06-11T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T22:56:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and is it so apt that i do obsess or what?i keep wondering about stuff...and mostly if there is someone else you have in mind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108696578726623027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108696578726623027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108696578726623027' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-108696566522808809</id><published>2004-06-11T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T22:54:25.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing ::till i get over you - michelle branch::its been a shit long time since i came online, much less blog or do anything else.. and the situation is still the bloody same, my computer is still flaming down... so i'm still flaming using my brother's laptop...everytime i feel alonei can blame it on youand i doyou got me like a loaded gun, golden sun, and skies so bluewe both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108696566522808809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108696566522808809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108696566522808809' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-108290599802146299</id><published>2004-04-25T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T23:17:29.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::hold me now - wayne wonder::i'm in an utterly dissed mood now...1] i hate computers.....2] i really hate computers3] i really really hate computers.i can't be bothered anymore. one way or another i'm gonna make sure my com gets fixed. i really hate askin my bro to lend me his com... and just now when it hung for no good reason when i didn't even start doing anything yet... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108290599802146299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108290599802146299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108290599802146299' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-108282274170416089</id><published>2004-04-24T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T00:09:52.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing :: tony rich project - nobody knows::argh!!!!!!i've got this damn essay to do!!! "what the UN means to you" how the heck do i know??? all it means to me and how it affects me is that it adds on to my workload.. thats all it does... i'm not a politician... i'm a mere student.. the UN does not concern me at all!!! so whats the point?? the UN? its a toothless tiger in a modern </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108282274170416089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108282274170416089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282274170416089' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-108230306967862940</id><published>2004-04-18T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T23:48:31.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::westlife - obvious::i can't seem to escape from this kinda songs can i? but hey i just happen to like it... anywayz... syaima just left this evening and damn did i feel real bad coz i simply could not send her off... my mum wouldn't allow as usual... and oh well... i wasn't about to start and argument with her... i mean... i don't think i can handle it on top of everything else </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108230306967862940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108230306967862940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108230306967862940' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-108160879809315080</id><published>2004-04-10T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T22:57:09.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::BBMak- The ghost of you and me::okok... firstly, steve, i know you did mention not to listen to this kinda songs...coz it'd only bring me down but hey i can't help it yah... talk abt inflicting self torture.. and besides, i do like BBMak...i've got something else to say to some other ppl...raehey dear girl... no, the last post was not referring to you... though looking back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108160879809315080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108160879809315080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108160879809315080' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-108083355285411712</id><published>2004-04-01T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T23:36:11.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::away from the sun - three doors down::In the years to comeWill you think about these moments that we sharedIn the years to comeAre you gonna think it overAnd how we lived each day with no regretsNothing lasts forever though we want it toThe road ahead holds different dreams for me and youSometimes goodbye, though it hurts in your heart,is the only way for destiny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108083355285411712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108083355285411712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108083355285411712' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-108031138658688004</id><published>2004-03-26T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T22:33:16.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>::what's playing - some song by david tao that goes baby bay oh baby baby oh baby::don't say anything bout the choice of songs... i'm still usin my brother's computer and that is what he chooses to play so... as beggars aren't choosers, i've got no choice... in any case... my dreaded block tests are finally over... hip hip hurrah!!! but i'm like so dreadin the return of the results... i mean, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108031138658688004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/108031138658688004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031138658688004' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107880285180253117</id><published>2004-03-09T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T11:30:38.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm not even gonna bother wih the usual custom of putting down what music is playing... as tadah, i'm not at me comfy home using my computer which has chosen to go on a (not so) well deserved break.... and yes i know that i have been ranting about the demise of my computer's soul so much so that it gets bleeding tiring but guess what? i dun really care coz iin the first place its my computer and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107880285180253117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107880285180253117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107880285180253117' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107866840911282065</id><published>2004-03-07T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T22:09:53.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey heyz.... yup yup, i know its been a long time... so i figured that i might as well write something otherwise this might just be shut down....hence: something...argh!!!!! how i wish i could have my computer back to normal!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107866840911282065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107866840911282065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107866840911282065' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107689586825959796</id><published>2004-02-16T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T09:47:03.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::nothing::seems like thats the trend of my posts nowadays... to be honest i can't really say its complete silence here... coz i'm currently in chinese class and am supposed to do some reflection thing... but me being me, decided to stuff it... this was what i said...Hmm… 现在是华文课。老师叫我们写我们的感想。。。但是我的脑海里是一片空。。。不知道要写设么。。。我的华文很差。。。所以我不太喜欢华文。。。所以我会写到这里。。。再见yupz... i dunno if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107689586825959796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107689586825959796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107689586825959796' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107587166030947670</id><published>2004-02-04T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T13:16:40.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::nothing...::seems like my life ain't it? nothing...nada...zilch... just a void of total emptyness... i'm currently in school... seems like everytime i'm logging on to the computer i'm in the bloody school... dammit... wht can't my com be fixed up? at least there'd be one living thing in my room whirring with the sound machines make... instead of the unavoidable blank i face when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107587166030947670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107587166030947670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107587166030947670' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107435625700887931</id><published>2004-01-17T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T00:19:32.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::hold me - savage garden::this sucks... this really sucks... my brother is still not back yet and hence my com is still down.. and that means i'm deprived from using the com..... its been so long already.. and now i'm still using my brother's com... and he's so gonna kill me...-sigh-duno why but lots of things have been going through my mind lately.. its as if it has taken on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107435625700887931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107435625700887931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107435625700887931' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107396779317225573</id><published>2004-01-13T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T12:23:34.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::nothing....absolutely nothing....::haha... i'm in school, typin away at the school com... and i realise that i'm not as quick a typer as charlotte... haiz.. what to do? my fngers are just freezing here...now i know how old ppl feel when they get stiff joints.....argh... syaima is leaving for aussie soon!!!!!!! damn, that sucks... one less person to ring up at night to just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107396779317225573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107396779317225573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107396779317225573' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107356842546147590</id><published>2004-01-08T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T21:27:25.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::love is unpredictable - BBMak::ok.. this has just got to be fast coz i'm using my brother;s computer after mine BROKE DOWN!!!!!!! for the umpteenth time... i'm gonna control, i'm not gonna explode.. no time for that now...basically, i'm into my, technically, first week of school... and things are just hectic... i mean, heck, the gp teacher verity cher is an iron lady man!! she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107356842546147590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107356842546147590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107356842546147590' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107306074286050812</id><published>2004-01-03T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T00:26:01.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::too lost in you - sugababes::You're the smirk,a frown-smile hybrid that's alittle bit cocky and usually associated withevil or arrogant,but attractive people.Youprobably just don't give a damn,but it'severyone else's fault if you don't becauseyou're too awesome to have any real faults. What Kind of Smile are You? brought to you by Quizillai'm a smirk... right... so does that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107306074286050812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107306074286050812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107306074286050812' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107303512842987513</id><published>2004-01-02T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T17:25:23.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::i'm not in love - BBMak::1) today was the first day of school...--&gt; how crummy is this? heck, its a bloody friday for goodness sakes... stupid MOE2) i've got a new lit teacher... (i confess, i already forgot her name...)--&gt; her voice is absolutely nasal and chirpy and simply bird-like....3) there are really really few smss J1s in sa...--&gt; heck... smss is affliated and yet i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107303512842987513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107303512842987513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107303512842987513' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107289317827157518</id><published>2004-01-01T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T01:53:15.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is it just my blog? or is everything screwing up?i think i'm depressing myself....why am i doing that?i have no idea...coz i know that its making me feel real lousy but i carry on....why am i doin this to myself?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107289317827157518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107289317827157518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107289317827157518' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107288965735463348</id><published>2004-01-01T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T00:54:34.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::too serious too soon - gareth gates::yeah.... first and most important thing to note: this is the FIRST POST OF 2004!!!!!! haha...i realised a few things today.. (some today considering that its only a few minutes into 2004)i was kinda playing around with my phone... and i realised even more clearly that i am not photogenic at all... nope... not one bit... i knew that fact long</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107288965735463348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107288965735463348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107288965735463348' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107288114308401480</id><published>2003-12-31T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T22:32:40.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::too serious too soon - gareth gates::heyz... haha... finally its MY BIRTHDAY today... and too people like weichang , troy , alvin , omar , xinyi , shihui , aisyah , vel , wenting , clarice who sent me sms greetings today, thanks!!! and to one of the above who made it a point to be the first to wish me a happy birthday, you were... and not only that, like i told you, you really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107288114308401480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107288114308401480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107288114308401480' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107270713352307254</id><published>2003-12-29T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T22:12:30.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::unforgivable sinner - lene marlin::i think i'm kinda stuck on that song... but i like it...i'm feeling really tired and sleepy... despite me sleeping to noon today... dunno lah... just tired... lazy right... school is starting soon on friday... at the rate i'm going, at the ungodly time i am waking up everyday how am i gonna avoid being late when school reopens? ah heck... but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107270713352307254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107270713352307254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107270713352307254' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107246000663905088</id><published>2003-12-27T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T01:33:43.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::never gonna leave your side - daniel beddingfield::i love mogu...haha... the soft toys from there are simply so... squishable... absolutely squishable!!! haha... and it feels damn nice..huggable and all... i recall one of my friends who commented that she disliked mogu stuff coz they feel like human flesh...haha...thats the point ain't it? its an inanimate huggable emotionless </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107246000663905088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107246000663905088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107246000663905088' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107237221418539671</id><published>2003-12-26T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T01:10:30.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as my dear friend just reminded me about a particular something, more like someone... plus it IS christmas so that means that i should be honest yeah? so here goes.. (not like he'll come here anyway...)here's a toast to someone who came into my life this year. you came into my life this year...and became more than just a friend...sadly it just couldn't work out...but i guess being friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107237221418539671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107237221418539671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107237221418539671' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107236965194353183</id><published>2003-12-25T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T00:27:48.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::unforgivable sinner - lene marlin::first of all..... its CHRISTMAS today, so MERRY CHRISTMAS to one and all... its coming to a close but remember that there're 12 days of christmas... but the very first day, and the special one is drawing to a close... the dinner has been eaten , presents have been opened and given... what more could one ask for? hm.... dinner was surpeb... mum </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107236965194353183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107236965194353183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107236965194353183' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107150033480623169</id><published>2003-12-15T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T22:59:07.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::unforgivable sinner - lena marlin::i'm feeling tired... not juz mentally but physically... it seems that no matter how much i sleep, i'd never get enough of it... i can wake at 2pm and by 4pm i'm sleepy again... *yawn* ... what is life worth living for?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107150033480623169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107150033480623169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107150033480623169' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107141727289301584</id><published>2003-12-14T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T23:54:45.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::when i fall in love - natalie cole::hmz...alvin sailor boy should now be on the plane getting ready to a flight to australia... i'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry that i ended up not sending you to the airport... frankly, i wanted to, but circumstances (read - parents) was such that i couldn't... here's wishing him a safe trip there and back and altogether an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107141727289301584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107141727289301584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107141727289301584' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107133364738302934</id><published>2003-12-14T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T00:41:00.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did i ever mention how much i hated this stupid computer of mine? no? yes? well, i'll do it again... this damn thing has got to be the lousiest thing i have ever seen and oh how i wish i could just blast it to pieces, into molecules, into atoms... the mouse takes on a life of its own on the screen when it decides to take a spin and the various windows opened get closed... which leaves me to wait.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107133364738302934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107133364738302934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107133364738302934' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107124739054256194</id><published>2003-12-13T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T23:44:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::guilty - blue::hmz....i kinda wonder how i could stay in kinokuniya for about two hours at a stretch and just read...ok, rather, skim through books...it didn't occur to me till now...haha...is it normal? hehx... i went for the smss youth alumni (seraph's circle) meeting today with clarice and syaima (who held a knife to my throat...) and it was alright... i figured that befor we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107124739054256194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107124739054256194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107124739054256194' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107115335360398820</id><published>2003-12-11T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T22:44:48.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>20 DAYS TO MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!........and christmas season too!!hahaha... hence - - -&gt; all i want for christmas is you~~~~~okok..you wana know what is really blur? xiuyun and i dun even know what date it was today.. to be more precise, date AND day...hence a rather lengthy debate over it...via the telephone...i can't believe this...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107115335360398820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107115335360398820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107115335360398820' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107113030142291228</id><published>2003-12-11T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T16:11:54.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::why can't i - liz phair::Your soul is bound to the Burning Rose: TheRapture."I go where my heart beckons me, and I gowith my head high.  But sometimes, I get a needuntil I bleed so my heart swims above myhead."The Burning Rose is associated with passion,intensity, and desire.  It is governed by thegod Eros and its sign is The Flame, or PhysicalLove.As a Burning Rose, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107113030142291228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107113030142291228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107113030142291228' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107086098516720166</id><published>2003-12-08T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T13:23:31.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i kinda found this poem on a random website... somehow as i read it, it seemed quite relevant to me especially right now...yea, i'm a literature student but somehow, long complex poetry by renowned poets of old don't really appeal to me in a general sense... i guess i'm more random in this case... i like those that are seemingly simple and able to express emotions of sorts and evoke a sense of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107086098516720166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107086098516720166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107086098516720166' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107085788547191725</id><published>2003-12-08T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T12:31:37.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::breath easy - blue::i'm feeling kinda odd... kinda mixed-up in terms of emotions... i wonder how others view me... rather, when they see me, what kinda image do they see? right now, i'm feeling so cranky coz so many things are on my mind right now, none of which i can elaborate on right here coz in the first place i don't even know how to put them in words even to myself........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107085788547191725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107085788547191725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107085788547191725' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107077447491760527</id><published>2003-12-07T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T13:21:26.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whats playing::signed, sealed, delivered, i'm yours - bluei think i'm developing an allergic reaction of some sorts coz the symptoms are showing and trust me, its bloody itchy... i hope it subsides soon, and i mean, really soon...i realise that though i'm already 16...(i have to be honest here... btw, my birthday is approaching!!!) there are many things which i don't know much about... i guess</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107077447491760527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107077447491760527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107077447491760527' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107059154850618462</id><published>2003-12-05T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T10:32:39.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::breath easy - blue::in this world, there are many kinda lies... and each (to me) are very distinct and different... a white lie and an outright lie is definately not the same wouldn't you  think? sometimes, a lie is good in the sense that it kinda protects the person whom the lie concerned... what exactly is a lie than? lie - 1) to make a statement one knows to be false  2) a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107059154850618462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107059154850618462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107059154850618462' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-107037025751514495</id><published>2003-12-02T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T21:04:27.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::walk away - blue::i hate my computer, this is the umpteenth time i am typing this blasted thing out...i've just completed a two day day-camp with a bunch of kids from queenstown primary school... to be honest, this camp has given me a whole new insight into children altogether... yea, those who know me would be shocked to know that i signed up for this camp which involves </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107037025751514495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/107037025751514495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107037025751514495' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-106959822608162337</id><published>2003-11-23T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T22:37:13.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mayan soap. definitely. which soap are you?! (heh.) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/106959822608162337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/106959822608162337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106959822608162337' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-106959649662551101</id><published>2003-11-23T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T22:08:24.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::stuck - stacie orrico::i'm back from thailand... to be more precise, i've been back since thursday.when i arrived in thailand, i had a major culture shock. sure, this was not my first time there... alright, the last time i went there i was around6 or 7 so how much could i remember... but in any case, the moment i step foot into thailand ground in the airport, i felt straightaway</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/106959649662551101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/106959649662551101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106959649662551101' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-106882136760689392</id><published>2003-11-14T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T22:51:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::why can't I - liz phair::Get a load of me, get a load of you, walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you. It's just like we were meant to be. Holding hands with you, and we're out at night, got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right. And I've got someone waiting too. Well this , this is just the beginning, we're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming! Why can't I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/106882136760689392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/106882136760689392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106882136760689392' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-106879852358368127</id><published>2003-11-14T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T16:28:48.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::invisible - clay aiken::books provide an alternative world for one and all...i choose to dive into the world of fantasy...it extremely ideal for one who wishes to shut one's mind from the world and to block out unwanted thoughts.. perhaps it serves as a filter...which is why i choose to float in the world of books in the world of fantasy.. it shelters one's soul from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/106879852358368127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/106879852358368127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106879852358368127' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-106862073055987916</id><published>2003-11-12T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T15:05:35.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::kai bu liao kou - jay chou::Everyone remembers the 'faked-orgasm-in-a-deli'sequence from your kind of movie When Harry MetSally. It seems that you're falling for a buddyor have already fallen for them. Uh-oh. You'reprobably caught between the possibility ofhaving a great relationship and wrecking theone you have now. You know what they say, it'sbetter to regret something you did</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/106862073055987916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/106862073055987916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106862073055987916' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5989049.post-106856260935727615</id><published>2003-11-11T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T22:56:54.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's playing::an jing - jay chou::hmm...i'm feeling quite happy... rather, the word is elated.. why? 1) pw op is finally finally finally over!!!! woohoo!!! 2)haha....secret..okok...i'm goin out..;)anywayz...i'm a bit at a loss what to do when i go out coz the other party has no money.. why do my friends always have no cash? ok, not as if i have.. bleahx, i hate being poor.... but that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/106856260935727615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989049/posts/default/106856260935727615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousobsession.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856260935727615' title=''/><author><name>lethe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192448933271535461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
