<?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-6063594</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:39:41.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuan Arts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-112098011409830153</id><published>2005-07-10T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:26:30.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's what the Encyclopedia Galactica has to say about alcohol. It says that alcohol is a colorless volatile liquid formed by the fermentation of sugars and also notes its intoxicating effect on certain carbon-based life forms.The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy also mentions alcohol. It says that the best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster.It says that the effect of drinking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/112098011409830153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/112098011409830153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/07/heres-what-encyclopedia-galactica-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-112069858012694589</id><published>2005-07-07T09:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T09:16:39.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Q. Why is the word abbreviate so long?A. There's no reason why words should necessarily reflect in some way the concept they express. Unless, of course, like whistle or splash, a word is an onomatopoeia - something onomatopoeia is not in itself. If abbreviation is too long for you, the 'official' abbreviation for abbreviation and abbreviate is abbr.Q. What are the longest words in the English </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/112069858012694589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/112069858012694589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/07/q_112069858012694589.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111948760569688519</id><published>2005-06-23T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T08:46:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Divorce : Future tense of marriage.Cigarette : A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end &amp; a fool on the other.Lecture : An art of transferring information from the notes of the Lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through the minds of eitherConference : The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present.Compromise : The art of dividing a cake in such a way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111948760569688519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111948760569688519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/06/divorce-future-tense-of-marriage.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111873044394641249</id><published>2005-06-14T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:35:40.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Those that go searching for love only make manifest their ownlovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they neverhave to seek it.- D. H. Lawrence Searching for love is the great quest of life, for love is our true nature - and nothing less will satisfy us. Yet where we search for love makes all the difference in whether or not we find it.All the love you seek </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111873044394641249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111873044394641249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/06/those-that-go-searching-for-love-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111829652952517413</id><published>2005-06-09T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T13:55:29.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Untitled by Simple PlanI open my eyesI try to see but I'm blinded by the white lightI can't remember howI can't remember whyI'm lying here tonightAnd I can't stand the painAnd I can't make it go awayNo I can't stand the painHow could this happen to meI made my mistakesI've got no where to runThe night goes onAs I'm fading awayI'm sick of this lifeI just wanna screamHow could this happen to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111829652952517413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111829652952517413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/06/untitled-by-simple-plan-i-open-my-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111823764158776302</id><published>2005-06-08T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:00:26.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                   Spot the difference! the poster on the left is the original.. the one on the right is made by me! haha the wonders of photoshop.The poster is for our EID project.. Innova is the name we give our 'company' and our 'product' we marketing is called the Innovative Bouyancy Aid..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111823764158776302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111823764158776302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/06/spot-difference-poster-on-left-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111807286992506921</id><published>2005-06-06T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:42:35.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are 15 Years OldUnder 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.30-39: You are a thirtysomething at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111807286992506921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111807286992506921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-are-15-years-old-under-12-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111797725844559576</id><published>2005-06-05T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T21:23:53.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At a seminar, a woman named Georgia reported that she'd been emotionally absent. After many long and frustrating years attempting to put the spark into her marriage, Georgia felt she needed to leave her husband."I told him I wanted a divorce, but he refused to give it to me," she told the group. "So I decided that even if he didn't love me, I would love me. I decided to give myself the love and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111797725844559576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111797725844559576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/06/at-seminar-woman-named-georgia.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111785403010459972</id><published>2005-06-04T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T11:06:58.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Roberto De Vincenzo, the reowned Argentinian golfer, once won a pro tournament with a substantial cash prize. After receiving the check and smiling for the cameras, he went to the clubhouse and prepared to leave.Sometime later, he walked to his car in the parking lot and was approached by a young woman. She congratulated him on his victoory and then told him that her baby was seriously ill and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111785403010459972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111785403010459972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/06/roberto-de-vincenzo-reowned.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111737339483853256</id><published>2005-05-29T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:37:19.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A priest and a cabdriver arrived at the Pearly Gates at the same time. After interviewing them both, St. Peter open the Gates and let the cabdriver into heaven. Then he told the priest to have a seat and await furthur consideration. The priest was outraged. "How can you let that man into Heaven before me?" he complained. "I preached every Sunday for more than 50 years! All this man did was drive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111737339483853256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111737339483853256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/05/priest-and-cabdriver-arrived-at-pearly.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111652523553379637</id><published>2005-05-20T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T20:10:52.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now i have 2 b careful wat i wish for.. i wanted 2 leave this place n go far far away.. to forget all my troubles.. to heal a broken heart n a twisted soul.. 3 days later yesterday afternoon a call tells me 2 get ready 2 fly 2 china in july.. yeah im 1 lucky bastard.. there mayb pp out there dying for the opportunity n its actually given 2 a fellow tat didnt even bother 2 find out bt the company.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111652523553379637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111652523553379637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/05/now-i-have-2-b-careful-wat-i-wish-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111625148644063187</id><published>2005-05-16T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T11:08:07.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Here Without You" by Three Doors DownA hundred days have made me olderSince the last time that i saw your pretty faceA thousand lies have made me colderAnd i don't think i can look at this the sameBut all these miles that seperateDisappear now when i'm dreaming of your faceI'm here without you babyBut you're still on my lonely mindI think about you babyAnd i dream about you all the timeI'm here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111625148644063187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111625148644063187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/05/here-without-you-by-three-doors-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111606783759338433</id><published>2005-05-14T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T18:50:37.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just when im FINALLY in the mood 2 return 2 my blog, Blogger have 2 b down for maintianence.. looks like once again i abandoned my blog.. ha but this time onli for a month.. for the past month i couldnt bring myself 2 face my blog.. i figured tat its cos here i am reminded of a past tat i dun wanna remember.. nothing feels right since 3 months ago.. and its during this exam period every bad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111606783759338433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111606783759338433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-when-im-finally-in-mood-2-return.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111380007707746438</id><published>2005-04-18T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:54:37.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the war between heart and mindand so rages on this eternal warthe likes the world hasn't see beforethose constant battles unlike any other kindthis internal war, between heart and mindheart struck first, with blunt emotional forceand attempted to knock mind off it's coursebut mind held true with it's precise logical equationsshowing foresight, intelligence, and the utmost patienceheart tried </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111380007707746438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111380007707746438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/04/war-between-heart-and-mind-and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111373958914877765</id><published>2005-04-17T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T20:07:39.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your inner soul is calling for help! You always seem so depressed, lonely, and feel like an outsider. You may have a cold, sad exterior, but in all reality you are hurt inside and bottling up all of your anger. Everyday you wonder why are you still here when there is nothing left? You use to once be a happy, loving soul, but it was damaged by 'them' and seems like it never can be fixed again. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111373958914877765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111373958914877765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/04/your-inner-soul-is-calling-for-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111330962188730255</id><published>2005-04-12T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T20:51:49.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is love strength or weakness, pain or happiness?With love is one cursed or is one blessed.Are thoughts of someone to be treasured or hated?Are those thoughts even meant to be created?If one was to love and lose was it love at all.Is it really love just cause you sit and wait for a call.In my mind its weakness and will lead to nothing.When one loses their mind because of an assumption.Never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111330962188730255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111330962188730255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/04/is-love-strength-or-weakness-pain-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111327513571853812</id><published>2005-04-12T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T11:21:25.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"By Myself" by Linkin ParkWhat do I do to ignore them behind me?Do I follow my instincts blindly?Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams?And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?Do I sit here and try to stand it?Or do I try to catch them red-handed?Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?Because I can't hold on when I'm streached so thinI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111327513571853812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111327513571853812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/04/by-myself-by-linkin-park-what-do-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111174622199970751</id><published>2005-03-25T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T18:23:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dark Side of your ZodiacVirgo (aug 23 - sep 22)You have a martyr complex, feeling that you were put on this  earth to do good work and not receive any credit for it. you tend to be ultra  critical of yourself and others and you also worry about things that are beyondyour control. A little pessimistic sometimes, you tend to be anintellectual  snob. you bottle up all your insecurities and fears</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111174622199970751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111174622199970751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/03/dark-side-of-your-zodiac-virgo-aug-23.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111114417336817056</id><published>2005-03-18T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T19:13:05.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MsN conversation dated 29 dec 2004Bryan: yaya have to make a choiceBryan: if u dun u'll just end up nowhereMe: im already nowhereBryan: yup now ur in the ocean u can either swim to shore or swim out to the seaBryan: either way theres an endingBryan: but u stay there thn its really regrettableMe: well if my good fren status dun deteriorate.. i always stand a chance rite?Bryan: haha nvr </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111114417336817056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111114417336817056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/03/msn-conversation-dated-29-dec-2004.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111051383912648256</id><published>2005-03-11T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T12:03:59.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>funny LOTR.. kapo from a forum..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111051383912648256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111051383912648256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/03/funny-lotr.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-111043583847485191</id><published>2005-03-10T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T14:23:58.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wah spent almost 3 hours tweaking n fitting this radio blog into my blog.. but now it looks good.. well worth the effort..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111043583847485191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/111043583847485191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/03/wah-spent-almost-3-hours-tweaking-n.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110904615022639653</id><published>2005-02-22T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T12:32:05.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haven blogged in two weeks.. just not in the mood to write.. i really wondered whether i did the rite thing on v day.. now i feel everything is not wat it was last time.. we were more open n could talk about anything under the sun but now i feel shes putting up defences around herself.. actually i have no idea why it didnt work out.. mayb like wat sis said.. mayb timing was wrong n she wasnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110904615022639653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110904615022639653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/02/haven-blogged-in-two-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110778153149657300</id><published>2005-02-07T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:05:31.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's an old saying - you like someone "because".  "Because" they have blue eyes, or a pretty smile, or a cute nose.  You love someone "even though".  Even though he's not rich, even though she's not an excellent cook.  Liking means you're fond of their good traits.  Love means you accept them fully even though they're not perfect.--Anonymous</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110778153149657300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110778153149657300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/02/theres-old-saying-you-like-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110744471639931049</id><published>2005-02-03T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:31:56.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless MindIs it better to have painful memories or no memories at all? Personally, the movie makes us all realize that no matter how painful are memories are, these memories would still mean the world to us. Memories are sometimes all we are left with when people leave us. Cherish them for they make us who we are..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110744471639931049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110744471639931049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/02/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110726332218201937</id><published>2005-02-01T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:08:42.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The paradox of our time in history is that:we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers;wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints;we spend more, but have less;we buy more, but enjoy it less.We have bigger houses and smaller families;more conveniences, but less time;we have more degrees, but less sense;more knowledge, but less judgement;more experts, but more problems;more medicine, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110726332218201937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110726332218201937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/02/paradox-of-our-time-in-history-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110675445134811563</id><published>2005-01-26T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T12:24:27.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By understanding the differences between the sexes, you can start to build on collective strengths, rather than on individual weaknesses. The result, hopefully, is how both can lead happier, healthier and more harmonious lives, leading to relationships that are fulfiling, enjoyable and satisfying.Women define their self-worth by the quality of their relationships. Men define themselves by their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110675445134811563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110675445134811563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/01/by-understanding-differences-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110646700888855530</id><published>2005-01-23T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:02:06.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is seriously one of the most uplifting songs i've heard.. simple lyrics but carries a great message.. listening will instantly make me feel better.. Jimmy Eat World in my opinion is one of the most underrated bands out there.. Some of their other songs that i love veri much: "Polaris", "Kill", "Work" and "23".."The Middle" by Jimmy Eat WorldHeyDon't write yourself off yetIt's only in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110646700888855530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110646700888855530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-seriously-one-of-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110629286769720292</id><published>2005-01-21T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T15:46:26.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally after 2 years of waiting.. my own digicam!.. A 5 megapixel Canon Powershot A95.. together wif 128MB compactflash card.. a 7-in-1 carrier bag.. and rechargeable NiMh batteries.. at $630.. after a $70 discount.. its supposedly one of the best 5 megapixel digicams around as reviewed on many photo-imaging websites.. its LCD screen can rotatable so that the camera can shoot many angles while i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110629286769720292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110629286769720292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/01/finally-after-2-years-of-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110595682049803348</id><published>2005-01-17T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T18:15:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been a long time since i last browsed the public folders.. and it amuses me wat some pp are putting up for sale.. heres some of the items i found.. lightsticks, mahjong table, Romance of ThreeKingdoms I,II,III, violin, contact lenses, pool cue, Bak Gua, baby highchair, thai village voucher, gas-jar(?), wine display, redoxon vitaminC effervescent and even SK II Facial Treatment Essence!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110595682049803348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110595682049803348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-been-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110572540129241427</id><published>2005-01-15T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T02:00:38.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Kill" by Jimmy Eat WorldYou're just across the streetLooks a mile to my feetI want to go to youFunny how I'm nervous stillI've always been the easy killI guess I always willCould it be that everything goes around by chance Or only one way that it was always meant to be You kill meYou always know the perfect thing to sayI know what I should do but I just can't walk awayI can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110572540129241427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110572540129241427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/01/kill-by-jimmy-eat-world-youre-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110562300139072144</id><published>2005-01-13T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:33:37.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After watching Ren Ci Charity show i noe this time Bryan Wong would receive another round of criticism for his huge display of emotions on national television.. But theres nothing wrong with crying.. its just another outlet of emotional display.. mayb its healthier to let it out rather than brooding over it.. a man crying doesnt show hes weak.. in fact i think it takes a braver man 2 dare display</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110562300139072144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110562300139072144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/01/after-watching-ren-ci-charity-show-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110545162424712611</id><published>2005-01-11T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T22:01:16.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Against All Odds" has been sung by Phil Colins, Mariah carey and many more artistes thru out the years.. Dun realli like the version by Mariah Carey and Westlife.. It doesnt sound sad at all.. Now this one by Steve Brookstein sounds fantastic cos his deep, rough but powerful voice really conveys the sadness in the song.. Thats the way it shd be.."Against All Odds" by Steve BrooksteinHow can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110545162424712611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110545162424712611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/01/against-all-odds-has-been-sung-by-phil.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110492990053376900</id><published>2005-01-05T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:58:20.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Missing" by EvanescencePlease, please forgive me,but I won't be home again.Maybe someday you'll look up,And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:"Isn't something missing?"You won't cry for my absence, I know -You forgot me long ago.Am I that unimportant...?Am I so insignificant...?Isn't something missing?Isn't someone missing me?[Chorus:]Even though I'm the sacrifice,You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110492990053376900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110492990053376900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2005/01/missing-by-evanescence-please-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110437790319274337</id><published>2004-12-30T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T12:24:09.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its sad that 80,000 and more people did not have the chance to welcome in 2005.. 2004 has taught me much, and i hope 2 learn even more in 2005.. most importantly more courage.. take more chances.. 2004 is a stepping stone.. 2005 will determine whether i make or break.. i'll like to sum up 2004 wif a compilation of some of my favourite songs this year..TOP 10 FAVOURITE ENGLISH SONGS OF 20041. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110437790319274337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110437790319274337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-sad-that-80000-and-more-people-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110423834505958625</id><published>2004-12-28T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T20:52:25.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.- Maya AngelouThe body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.- Robert Louis StevensonEach person was to himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid, always alone. If I should scream, if i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110423834505958625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110423834505958625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/12/music-was-my-refuge.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110423233618111528</id><published>2004-12-28T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T19:18:52.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Argh i feel so torn up.. i feel like a sorry failure.. Now i see the situation in better light.. and its not good for me.. im not the type.. now if this sounds as ambiguous as ever its because i cant reveal alot.. i onli have a few listening ears tat i seek for counselling but its all up 2 me in the end.. cropping everything within myself is tearing me apart.. im almost thinking about it every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110423233618111528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110423233618111528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/12/argh-i-feel-so-torn-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110347691630329586</id><published>2004-12-20T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T01:21:56.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some quotes from Gundam Wing:"If you're joking, that's cruel; but if your being sarcastic, that's even worse." - Duo"History is much like an endless waltz. The three beats of War, Peace and Revolution continue on forever." - Mariemeia"I pity those soldiers who were killed in battle because of a miscalculation." - Noin"Why did I rescue this guy in the first place? He's antisocial, thinks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110347691630329586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110347691630329586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/12/some-quotes-from-gundam-wing-if-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110326552705762620</id><published>2004-12-17T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T15:02:29.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah results out! more Bs, less Cs and Ds... Onli 1 A.. most imptly no tabao.. happy.. :)Managing your Career Development : CEffective Communications : AMechanics of Materials : BKinematics and Dynamics : BThermodynamics : CMaths 4 : DLab 2B : B</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110326552705762620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110326552705762620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/12/yeah-results-out-more-bs-less-cs-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110326324213356866</id><published>2004-12-17T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T14:06:07.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something is still amiss in my life! yes i noe wat it is but dare i find it? til then i walk alone..."Boulevald of Broken Dreams" by Green DayI walk a lonely roadThe only one that I have ever knownDon't know where it goesBut it's home to me and I walk aloneI walk this empty streetOn the Boulevard of broken dreamsWhere the city sleepsAnd I'm the only one and I walk aloneI walk alone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110326324213356866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110326324213356866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/12/something-is-still-amiss-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110294535618239504</id><published>2004-12-13T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T21:42:36.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"My Only Wish This Year" by Britney SpearsLast night I took a walk in the snow.Couples holding hands, places to goSeems like everyone but me is in love.Santa can you hear meI signed my letter that I sealed with a kissI sent it offIt just said thisI know exactly what I want this year.Santa can you hear me.I want my baby (baby, yeah)I want someone to love me someone to hold me.Maybe (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110294535618239504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110294535618239504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-only-wish-this-year-by-britney.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110187530492601332</id><published>2004-12-01T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T12:30:57.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Only One" by YellowcardBroken this fragile thing nowAnd I can't, I can't pick up the piecesAnd I've thrown my words all aroundBut I can't, I can't give you a reasonI feel so broken up (so broken up)And I give up (I give up)I just want to tell you so you knowHere I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to youYou are my only oneI let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110187530492601332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110187530492601332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/12/only-one-by-yellowcard-broken-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110173831897712731</id><published>2004-11-29T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T12:35:42.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Pieces" by Sum 41 I tried to be perfectBut nothing was worth itI don't believe it makes me realI thought it'd be easyBut no one believes meI meant all the things I saidIf you believe it's in my soulI'd say all the words that I knowJust to see if it would showThat I'm trying to let you knowThat I'm better off on my ownThis place is so emptyMy thoughts are so temptingI don't know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110173831897712731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110173831897712731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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This is the first time Pixar is tackling wholly 3-D human characters, complete with palpably kinetic skin, hair and clothing.2. The animation unfolds on nearly 100 different sets - from whimsical, mordernesque suburbia to the lush and untamed jungles.3. Digital sculptors and the rigging team relied on the classic medical school book, Gray's Anatomy, to help them better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110093987372225055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110093987372225055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/11/incredible-facts-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110042501315286807</id><published>2004-11-14T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T17:43:34.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great songs from Clay Aiken.."I Will Carry You" by Clay AikenYeah I know it hurts, Yeah I know you're scared walking down the roadthat leads to who knows where.Don't you hang your head don't you give up yetwhen courage starts to disappear I will be right here.[Chorus:]When your world breaks down and the voices tell you turn around.When your dreams give out I will carry you, carry you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110042501315286807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110042501315286807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/11/great-songs-from-clay-aiken.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-110032543764615180</id><published>2004-11-13T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T22:09:55.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DarkThrone has attacked Kings_of_Chaos.DarkThrone's 80,000 users do 21,295,291,501 damage.Kings_of_Chaos defends the attack.Kings_of_Chaos' 8,412 banner ads do 501,284 damage.Kings_of_Chaos has been defeated by DarkThrone!40,000 users were converted.During the battle DarkThrone gained $14,937 worth of ad revenue and lost 0.Kings_of_Chaos' website takes 42,312 damage.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110032543764615180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/110032543764615180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/11/darkthrone-has-attacked-kingsofchaos.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109968070664711201</id><published>2004-11-06T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T03:27:17.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Casshern, also known as Kyashan or Casshan, was originally a japanese animated series from 1973, and remade in '88-93. Here's the rough storyline:"Fifty years of war between the Great Eastern Federation and Europa have taken their toll on planet Earth. As a result of the use of biological, chemical and nuclear weapons, much of Earth has become uninhabitable and people have become prey to new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109968070664711201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109968070664711201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/11/casshern-also-known-as-kyashan-or_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109967600780828966</id><published>2004-11-06T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T01:33:27.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh how i wish its easier done than said.. sadz"If Tomorrow Never Comes" by Ronan KeatingSometimes late at nightI lie awake and watch her sleepingShe's lost in peaceful dreamsSo I turn out the lights and lay there in the darkAnd the thought crosses my mindIf I never wake up in the morningWould she ever doubt the way I feelAbout her in my heartIf tomorrow never comesWill she know how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109967600780828966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109967600780828966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-how-i-wish-its-easier-done-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109950040705184282</id><published>2004-11-04T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T00:46:47.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"All About Loving You" by Bon JoviLooking at the pages of my lifeFaded memories of me and youMistakes you know I've made a fewI took some shots and fell from time to timeBaby, you were there to pull me throughWe've been around the block a time or twoI'm gonna lay it on the lineAsk me how we've come this farThe answer's written in my eyesEvery time I look at you, baby, I see something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109950040705184282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109950040705184282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/11/all-about-loving-you-by-bon-jovi.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109950182167677010</id><published>2004-11-04T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T01:14:33.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gundam Seed Destiny Theme Song "Reason"Chorus:The further the distance between usThe more I feel you closerEven the sadness changes to strengthWhen I think of youEven though we'd exchanged a lot of words,We still couldn't understand each other completelyBut we didn't notice itI only want to hold youThough I lost my dreamsYou told me not to give upThe further the distance between us</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109950182167677010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109950182167677010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/11/gundam-seed-destiny-theme-song-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109894133101567823</id><published>2004-10-28T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T19:39:28.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I Drive Myself Crazy" by N SyncLying in your armsSo close togetherDidn't know just what I hadNow I toss and turnCause I'm without youHow I'm missing you so badWhere was my head?Where was my heart?Now I cry alone in the darkI lay awakeI drive myself crazyDrive myself crazyThinking of youMade a mistakeWhen I let you go babyI drive myself crazyWanting you the way that I doI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109894133101567823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109894133101567823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-drive-myself-crazy-by-n-sync-lying.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109878652495904095</id><published>2004-10-26T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T18:48:01.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friendship vs. LoveFriendship is a quiet walk in the park with the one you trust. Love is when you feel like you are the only two around.Friendship is when they gaze into your eyes and you know they care. Love is when they gaze into your eyes and it warms your heart.Friendship is being close even when you are far apart. Love is when you can still feel their hand on your heart when they are not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109878652495904095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109878652495904095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/10/friendship-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109854336187347103</id><published>2004-10-23T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T23:50:22.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happen to glance by Newman magazine June 2004 issue and found this "interesting" article..Might be of use in the future.. :)10 WAYS TO SEDUCE YOUR FEMALE PALSJunk the sacred bonds of friendship. Allan Ho, your walking lexicon of lust, tells you how to turn that gal pal into a willing sex buddy.Let's face it - we men love a challenge. That's what makes us men. Women know this, and that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109854336187347103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109854336187347103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/10/happen-to-glance-by-newman-magazine.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109817840706141717</id><published>2004-10-19T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T17:38:06.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Closer day by day but will there be an end to this marathon?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109817840706141717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109817840706141717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/10/closer-day-by-day-but-will-there-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109811027579347655</id><published>2004-10-18T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:50:31.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some quotes from the axed TV series, Odessey 5:"Life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim." Bertrand Russell"Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be." Bob Dylan"Lo! Men have become the tools of their tools." Henry David Thoreau"We have to believe we have free will. We have no choice." Issac Bashevis Singer"I don't use drugs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109811027579347655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109811027579347655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/10/some-quotes-from-axed-tv-series.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109810948412462088</id><published>2004-10-18T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:27:32.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disorder?.. Nay just paranoid..Always wanted 2 post the lyrics of this song.."Amazed" by LonestarEverytime our eyes meetThis feeling inside meis almost more than i can takeBaby when you touch meI can feel how much you love meAnd it just blows me awayI've never been this close to anyone or anythingI can hear your thoughtsi can see your dreamsChorus:I don't know how you do what you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109810948412462088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109810948412462088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/10/disorder.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109781892313176488</id><published>2004-10-15T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T13:48:29.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Borderline Personality Disorder???DiagnosisA person with a borderline personality disorder often experiences a repetitive pattern of disorganization and instability in self-image, mood, behavior and close personal relationships. This can cause significant distress or impairment in friendships and work. A person with this disorder can often be bright and intelligent, and appear warm, friendly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109781892313176488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109781892313176488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/10/borderline-personality-disorder.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109781282421816252</id><published>2004-10-15T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T12:09:02.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My feelings exactly.."Welcome to my Life" by Simple PlanDo you ever feel like breaking down?Do you ever feel out of place?Like somehow you just don't belongAnd no one understands youDo you ever wanna runaway?Do you lock yourself in your room?With the radio on turned up so loudBut no one hears you screamingNo you don't know what it's likeWhen nothing feels all rightYou don't know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109781282421816252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109781282421816252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-feelings-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109765332405462934</id><published>2004-10-13T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T19:04:38.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From an email i received:Read Slowly...Have you ever wondered which hurts the most?Saying something and wishing you hadn't?orSaying nothing and wishing you had?I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say.Don't be afraid to tell someone you love them. If you do, they mightbreak your heart...if you don't, you might break theirs.Have u ever decided not to become a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109765332405462934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109765332405462934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/10/from-email-i-received-read-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109765281032363048</id><published>2004-10-13T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T12:21:59.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*(",)*(^.^)*(6.9)*(&gt;.&lt;)*(~.~)*(*.*)*(@.@)*(-.-)* </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109765281032363048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109765281032363048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109748505766390612</id><published>2004-10-11T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T17:21:26.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two beautiful beautiful songs.."Real To Me" by Brian McfaddenShowbiz dinners and the free champagne,Men in suits who think they know it all,No one knows me, but they know my nameThat's not Real to MeHotel Lobby to the aeroplane,Another country but they start to look the sameWatch the world behind a window paneThat's not real to me[Chorus]When I see my babies run,When all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109748505766390612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109748505766390612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/10/two-beautiful-beautiful-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109501736912760033</id><published>2004-09-13T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T03:29:29.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have my own alliance!http://www.darkthrone.com/alliances.dt?session=6aa8b358ac79ba88919614514a89f629&amp;alliance=34629&amp;action=viewprofile</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109501736912760033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109501736912760033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-have-my-own-alliance-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109405079260787843</id><published>2004-09-01T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T22:59:52.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109405079260787843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109405079260787843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/09/always-remember-that-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109394724062019068</id><published>2004-08-31T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T17:18:22.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>power gif..(shifted to HUMOR section)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109394724062019068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109394724062019068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/08/power-gif.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109393290803089367</id><published>2004-08-31T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T14:15:08.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to my doctor and asked for something for persistent wind. He gave me a kite.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109393290803089367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109393290803089367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-went-to-my-doctor-and-asked-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109352394155078671</id><published>2004-08-26T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T20:39:01.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Duct tape is like the Force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the universe together.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109352394155078671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109352394155078671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/08/duct-tape-is-like-force.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109337470998026796</id><published>2004-08-25T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T03:11:49.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109337470998026796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109337470998026796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/08/of-all-things-ive-lost-i-miss-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109327254807554213</id><published>2004-08-23T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T20:03:05.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is my alter ego on darkthrone:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109327254807554213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109327254807554213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-is-my-alter-ego-on-darkthrone.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109327238427832726</id><published>2004-08-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T22:46:24.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like what I said, I never repeat myself.Video games dont make people violent... Lag does!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109327238427832726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109327238427832726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/08/like-what-i-said-i-never-repeat-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109153813961275701</id><published>2004-08-03T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T12:11:11.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Everybody's Changing" by Keane You say you wander your own landBut when I think about itI don't see how you canYou're aching, you're breakingAnd I can see the pain in your eyesSays everybody's changingAnd I don't know whySo little timeTry to understand that I'mTrying to make a move just to stay in the gameI try to stay awake and remember my nameBut everybody's changingAnd I don't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109153813961275701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109153813961275701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/08/everybodys-changing-by-keane-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109153592211880809</id><published>2004-08-03T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T21:04:45.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I believe there's a hero in all of us. Gives us strength, makes us noble. Even though sometimes, we have to give up the thing we want the most." -- Aunt May, Spiderman 2 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109153592211880809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109153592211880809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-believe-theres-hero-in-all-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109035412990636963</id><published>2004-07-21T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T04:08:49.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"the role of having a partner in one's life.  Someone to care for?  Or rather, someone who cares?  Someone to help? Or, someone who can help?  Someone to love?  Or, someone who loves?  Which is more important?" -quote from Huimin's blog</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109035412990636963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109035412990636963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/role-of-having-partner-in-ones-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109035359801685556</id><published>2004-07-21T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T03:59:58.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh man haven catch spidey 2 n king arthurso ashamed of myselfn i put a spidey 2 wall paper on my com some morecant wait for the whole foc over manfeeling out of place wif the programmers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109035359801685556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109035359801685556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/oh-man-haven-catch-spidey-2-n-king.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-109006628082488829</id><published>2004-07-17T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T20:11:20.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Regular naps prevent old age... especially if you take them while driving.  Having one child makes you a parent; having two you are a referee.  Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other is husband !  I believe we should all pay our tax with a smile. I tried - but they wanted cash  A child's greatest period of growth is the month after you've purchased </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109006628082488829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/109006628082488829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/regular-naps-prevent-old-age.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-108885621188211994</id><published>2004-07-03T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T20:03:31.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TELETUBBIES: THE INSIDE TRACKI have discussed the matter with many of my colleagues and the consensus is that the Teletubbies are the genuine article. Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Laa-Laa and Po are my generation's equivalent of John, Paul, George and Ringo. You may protest that lyrically and in terms of sheer musicality the Fat Four can't compete with the Fab Four, but I beg to differ. I mean, is "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108885621188211994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108885621188211994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/07/teletubbies-inside-track-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-108848773225014297</id><published>2004-06-29T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T13:42:12.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YEAH! no need to do plaque selling job le!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108848773225014297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108848773225014297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/yeah-no-need-to-do-plaque-selling-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-108848722070501421</id><published>2004-06-29T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T13:33:40.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NURSERY CRIMES TWO: WHEN THE WIND BLOWS"Rock-a-bye Baby On the tree topWhen the wind blows The cradle will rock.When the bough breaksThe cradle will fallDown will come baby, cradle and all."Point one: What on earth is the cradle doing in the tree in the first place?	What kind of psycho parent is going to lovingly nestle a baby in a cradle, then climb up a tree with it and leave it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108848722070501421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108848722070501421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/nursery-crimes-two-when-wind-blows.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-108818348704009625</id><published>2004-06-26T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T01:11:27.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>exerpts from plaque sales:me: "sir, would you like to make a plaque for your certificate?"    "we are having a promotion here now with discounts up to 30% off"    " perhaps you want to take a look at our samples over here?"    "we have 3 different types of backings to choose from, arcylic, natural wood and   compress wood.. you can choose also the colour of the plate, gold, silver and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108818348704009625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108818348704009625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/exerpts-from-plaque-sales-me-sir-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-108807309009356923</id><published>2004-06-24T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T18:31:30.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>added links to 2 of my favourite comic stripsdilbert and foxtrotenjoy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108807309009356923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108807309009356923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/added-links-to-2-of-my-favourite-comic.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-108805384915780740</id><published>2004-06-24T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T13:14:54.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vindicated (from Spiderman 2 soundtrack)by Dashboard ConfessionalHope dangles on a stringLike slow spinning redemptionWinding in and winding outThe shine of which has caught my eyeAnd roped me inSo mesmerizing, so hypnotizing I am captivated[Chorus]I am VindicatedI am selfishI am wrongI am rightI swear I'm rightI swear I knew it all alongAnd I am flawed But I am cleaning up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108805384915780740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108805384915780740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/vindicated-from-spiderman-2-soundtrack.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-108805204739885410</id><published>2004-06-24T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T12:41:39.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Is equal to 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 Then Hardwork= H+A+R+D+W+O+R+K = 8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98% only Knowledge=K+N+O+W+L+E+D+G+E = 11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96% only Love=L+O+V+E=12+15+22+5=54% Luck=L+U+C+K = 12+21+3+11 = 47% (don't most of us think this is most important???) Then what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108805204739885410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108805204739885410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/if-b-c-d-e-f-g-h-i-j-k-l-m-n-o-p-q-r-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-108801038051734539</id><published>2004-06-24T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T01:06:20.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after all this while my mum stillcant recognise my english name...haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108801038051734539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108801038051734539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/after-all-this-while-my-mum-still-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-108796525509329371</id><published>2004-06-23T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T12:35:29.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ARGH!! I missed my GE registration!Now have 2 wait til add/drop period22 july - 5 aug</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108796525509329371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108796525509329371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/argh-i-missed-my-ge-registration-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-108793309808719705</id><published>2004-06-23T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T03:38:18.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Penny and Meby HansonCigars in the summertime under the sky by the light I can feel you read my mind I can see it in your eyes under the moon as it plays like music every line There's a rug with bleeding dye under the fan in the room Where the passions burning high by the chair with the leopard skin under the light It's always Penny and me tonight On the plane step up with both my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108793309808719705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108793309808719705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/penny-and-me-by-hanson-cigars-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063594.post-108793178030401151</id><published>2004-06-23T03:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T03:36:21.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where is the Love?by Black Eye PeasWhat's wrong with the world, mamaPeople livin' like they ain't got no mamasI think the whole world addicted to the dramaOnly attracted to things that'll bring you traumaOverseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorismBut we still got terrorists here livin'In the USA, the big CIAThe Bloods and The Crips and the KKKBut if you only have love for your own race</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108793178030401151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063594/posts/default/108793178030401151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuanarts.blogspot.com/2004/06/where-is-love-by-black-eye-peas-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04594823091685883800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd: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>
