<?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-5000741</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:27:45.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naked Truth of Agster</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107923727455613074</id><published>2004-03-14T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T12:11:18.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The end is near.Ending my blog days soon. Not wanting to share no more. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107923727455613074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107923727455613074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107923727455613074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107923727455613074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/03/end-is-near.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107824352715233014</id><published>2004-03-03T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T00:08:21.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love for filmsDid i ever mention how much I love going to the movies? My only escapade from the harsh realities; where anything and everything is made possible. Where you want anything and everything to come true, u have it. In the films. My sole indulgance since young. I just watched Scent of a woman again. God knows how many times I caught it. Never got sick of it ever. The allure of Al </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107824352715233014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107824352715233014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107824352715233014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107824352715233014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/03/love-for-films-did-i-ever-mention-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107772198218399378</id><published>2004-02-25T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T23:15:47.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need to remind myself yet again that I need to take things with a pinch of salt. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107772198218399378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107772198218399378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107772198218399378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107772198218399378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-need-to-remind-myself-yet-again-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107727734169213419</id><published>2004-02-20T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T19:45:00.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sickOh yes. I am sick! HORRAY! Laffs. Never seen someone so delighted about being sick eh? On the record, I have not been sick for the longest time, I swear. I dun count, hives, weird dumb allergies or the slightest migraine as sickness. This time I am truly sick. Flu. Or as most like it, running nose. I think I got a cold from the weekends of rendevous trip to sentosa in my skimpy bikini. Lying</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107727734169213419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107727734169213419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107727734169213419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107727734169213419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/02/sick-oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107712409653769407</id><published>2004-02-19T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T01:10:53.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lostHad a talk with Bing the other day on the phone. Short conversation. Caused me to sleep only a few hours before I left for work again in the morning. Yea... That chap took a breather from his acclaimed abusive girlfriend. Sounded upset, drunk and like he said, lost. It dawned on me that being lost after a break up is dumb. Why lost? The move to rely on someone just because you are in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107712409653769407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107712409653769407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107712409653769407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107712409653769407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/02/lost-had-talk-with-bing-other-day-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107703967628123555</id><published>2004-02-18T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T01:43:51.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simple MeRecent events had reinforced to me that I am really genuinely simple. Apparently, gullible too. Which someone mentioned, vulnerable. As much as I see that vulnerability is not exactly a good thing. I find that balanced out the defense mechanism I hold strongly in some. Cos like I had mentioned of recent, I am really an open door if you just even pay any attention. It just revolved </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107703967628123555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107703967628123555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107703967628123555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107703967628123555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/02/simple-me-recent-events-had-reinforced.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107678494117625142</id><published>2004-02-15T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T02:58:12.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Many events. Many things to note. On hand, want to note of the current vibes. The very much overhyped romantic day.Oh yes. Is Valentine's day again. Roses. Overdressed folks. Very very happy laughter in the theatres. Pathetic sellers of almost faded roses. $3 for one rose? *rolls eyes* Jammed at cathay cineleisure. Hmmz... Not exactly, the best deal in town. ol well. Out with Angie. Pleasant</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107678494117625142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107678494117625142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107678494117625142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107678494117625142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/02/many-events.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107572619260565071</id><published>2004-02-02T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T00:46:45.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The truth of not trusting. I have lived for almost 24 years in this world which deemed, in my definition, 2 words... fucked up. Everything man made are pure destructible. Nothing ever last. Nothing ever stay around. Practical. What the world has turned into... and all that called themselves adults and matured. On a record, I have got myself parents who nearly divorced and acted like kids when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107572619260565071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107572619260565071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107572619260565071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107572619260565071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/02/truth-of-not-trusting.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107553867424311272</id><published>2004-01-31T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T16:46:46.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>only when u love urself, can u love another. I guess, it's true. Is weird to be feeling what I am feeling. Constipated. Stifling. Much due to the supression of what I am feeling, I supposed. There aint no complexity. This is growing up. To be choosing what is "wise" and "best" for you. It may not necessary be what you really love. It only comes back to, why would u do that? U dun love urself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107553867424311272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107553867424311272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107553867424311272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107553867424311272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/01/only-when-u-love-urself-can-u-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107484834934448466</id><published>2004-01-23T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T17:01:42.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Miffed*prodigy playing on the background* Why cant I like someone who is simple and just nice? Damn it! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need a form of ventilation. This is not enuf! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107484834934448466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107484834934448466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107484834934448466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107484834934448466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/01/miffed-prodigy-playing-on-background.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107466291849568062</id><published>2004-01-21T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T13:30:37.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reunion dinner round 1.Oh yes. 2 reunion dinners this year. Had the 1st one at my cousin's place yesterday evening. Not bad. The variety was good, but the quantity was not that much but of cos, as usual, no one can finish it. There were loads of red wine, french lemon wine and beer. Oh yes, and brandy in the meat as seasoning. *dizzy* Hehe. I cant drink if that's something you all din know. Yeah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107466291849568062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107466291849568062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107466291849568062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107466291849568062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/01/reunion-dinner-round-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107453219618607770</id><published>2004-01-20T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T01:11:53.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crazy/BeautifulI love films. Crazy/beautiful is a power film on love, juvenile love. J love is that sorta of love which can make you or break you. At least, that's how I see it and had seen it happening to some people at school. And that's how the movie is all about. Storyline is predictable. Is about a girl whose mum died cos she commited suicide. She starts to screw her life up by shop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107453219618607770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107453219618607770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107453219618607770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107453219618607770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/01/crazybeautiful-i-love-films.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107449152442948668</id><published>2004-01-19T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T13:54:00.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JeffSomeone new in the circle. He is Jeslyn's bf's sworn brother. Someone that Jes and bf wanted to intro me to. Apparently, it all started with the photo. That photo, the cause of all evil, that bikini photo Jes and I took at Bali. I saw it on someone's pbase. It was quoted from Doeffinger saying,' every photograph you make is a self-portrait.' I cant exactly agree more. Apparently, Jes was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107449152442948668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107449152442948668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107449152442948668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107449152442948668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/01/jeff-someone-new-in-circle.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107440666165826747</id><published>2004-01-18T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T14:19:36.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird start of the year.Yeah.. Kinda. At least, I think is weird. Ol well.Mom outta of the hospital.Yeah. She is. Is a huge relief for bro and me. We were so tired even tho it was just a three days stay. The going and coming travel trips were tiring. The staying at the hospital not doing much and sitting on the very uncomfortable chair was hell. I figured also that why certain relatives </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107440666165826747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107440666165826747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107440666165826747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107440666165826747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/01/weird-start-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107403186898479290</id><published>2004-01-14T06:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T06:12:58.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Op dayToday is the big day for mom. Her "major" operation day. She was really nervous. Turned all cold in the room. She was nervous from the paying deposit to the student nurses asking her questions. Laffs. Ol well. But I guessed, all that dun matter now. All I care now is the fact that she is alrite post operatively. Vitals are normal. Not much bleeding noted. Well, drowsiness expected. Seemed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107403186898479290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107403186898479290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107403186898479290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107403186898479290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/01/op-day-today-is-big-day-for-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107392018862316128</id><published>2004-01-12T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T23:11:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As promised, more.... hmmz...Family tensionMom going for operation tomolo. Sudden eh? I am not surprised somehow. Mom had been having this left pelvic pain for the longest time. I had been telling her to go back and see her gynaecologist. She had been refusing most time. Always shrugging off and saying that the pain is alrite and even claimed to be better. When I mean for the longest time, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107392018862316128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107392018862316128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107392018862316128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107392018862316128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/01/as-promised-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107372664369234645</id><published>2004-01-10T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T17:30:22.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The end of 2003.It had been rather eventful. I guessed my life had never been dull until of recent. Unfortunately, I have to take that back too cos of recent happenings which I will mentioned later. Think I will break into categories from this evaluation.FamilyThis year really reinforced the value of them in my life. Is not that I never or do not see the value of them. But I think that I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107372664369234645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107372664369234645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107372664369234645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107372664369234645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2004/01/end-of-2003.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107257001015590511</id><published>2003-12-28T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T08:08:17.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the leave</title><summary type='text'>Exactly 10 days counting today, I had my rest. Defintely. But I felt I had done nothing. It does not bother me a bit that I have done nothing. It was more of the realisation that the fact that calling someone out was an issue. I have also realise the reason of my insomnia. I got this frenzy feeling inside me which is the cause. Frenzy feeling? Like a constant noise that you are bothered with but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107257001015590511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107257001015590511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107257001015590511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107257001015590511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/12/end-of-leave.html' title='End of the leave'/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107237852346212155</id><published>2003-12-26T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T02:56:46.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks! Thank you for making me shuddap. Happy rite now? No eh? Hope you have a good guilt ride. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107237852346212155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107237852346212155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107237852346212155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107237852346212155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/12/thanks-thank-you-for-making-me-shuddap.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107198414170543371</id><published>2003-12-21T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T13:23:39.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On leaveYuppers. I am on leave for the next of the whole week. There are programmes coming up like getting friends over for a steamboat dinner, drink, and chat. Gonna be laid back and a lil boring. But hell, is all about sharing and spending time and having a good time. I am not about wanting to squeeze with the crowd and blah.Which brings me to... WHAT THE FARK IS THE HYPE IN ORCHARD? damnit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107198414170543371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107198414170543371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107198414170543371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107198414170543371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/12/on-leave-yuppers.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107098983284622278</id><published>2003-12-10T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T01:11:35.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dun preached to me what you do not practised.Was watching "I am sam" for the 2nd time last evening after work. It dawned on me the above topic. My tots was just all a mess and I was thinking of the above. I think the above statement is nothing but of ignorance. Think about it. The only reason when one preaches, is usually when the person need you to do something of an ideal behaviour. The above</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107098983284622278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107098983284622278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107098983284622278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107098983284622278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/12/dun-preached-to-me-what-you-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107075895107566209</id><published>2003-12-07T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T09:05:54.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha ha ha! Weekends off? Right...I refused to go out. Believing that the world would probably bore me to death. Which I think it will be relevantly true and only end up me entertaining them. Laffs. That's probably my ego speaking but I think to many aspects it may be true. Is sunday. I am up as early as 0730 hours. But that was cos I slept at 2230 last evening. I was really tired manz. Post </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107075895107566209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107075895107566209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107075895107566209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107075895107566209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/12/ha-ha-ha-weekends-off-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-107016002586334702</id><published>2003-11-30T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T10:41:15.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 weekends off straight!Yeppers! Next roster is fantastic. Not only am I having 3 weekends off. I am getting one week leave on the week of xmas. I think I will party till I dropped. I swear that I need to do it. For the recuperation that I had for the past few months. I need to revert those rested days and nites in the past months to exhausting, fun and smoked filled nites. Hmmz.. sounds wicked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/107016002586334702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=107016002586334702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107016002586334702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/107016002586334702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/11/3-weekends-off-straight-yeppers-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106944772063289587</id><published>2003-11-23T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T02:33:07.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonite I am gonna talk about the people around me. DaveMy friend's ex bf. I dun think I know him. I never think I make any efforts to want to know him. He is that sort that says things that really hurts your ego. As huge as a ego I have, refusing to talk to him is just me being proud. Laffs. He is that sorta of person u will talk to when u need the tell off. The sorta who tells u shit that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106944772063289587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106944772063289587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106944772063289587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106944772063289587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/11/tonite-i-am-gonna-talk-about-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106935019048075332</id><published>2003-11-21T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T02:11:24.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it really over? I am not sure.Was talking to Adrian just now. As usual, we will defintely touched on love life. Afterall, we are ex-es. I think, at the end of the day, both will like to know that the other party is happily attached with someone even tho things dun worked out for us. Lucky chap. He is happily with Angie. And me? Pathetic. I will like to believe that I am not fussy. I mean..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106935019048075332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106935019048075332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106935019048075332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106935019048075332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/11/is-it-really-over-i-am-not-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106930464229551307</id><published>2003-11-20T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T13:04:38.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Singapore is like london these days.I dun particularly appreciates dark cloudy days. Especially when I yearned for a good swim and tan. Of cos, now with my best friend is here to stay for the next few days. Swimming is defintely out of the question. Then again, the clouds and rain has got to go. Who wants to go out on a rainy day? Ever tot why that song we sing during childhood exists? *Sings*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106930464229551307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106930464229551307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106930464229551307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106930464229551307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/11/singapore-is-like-london-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106925517203818883</id><published>2003-11-19T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T04:14:08.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is PMS! I knew it					The cramps dun really kill me. But it does not really help to have that intermittent pain constantly. For the whole day. Ol well. On another note, I am kinda of glad is here. The bloating feeling really sucks especially when u get that breast engorgement feeling. It really hurts. And of cos, the last bit I really hate is the emotions I have to go through. I am all edgy. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106925517203818883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106925517203818883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106925517203818883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106925517203818883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/11/is-pms-i-knew-it-cramps-dun-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106897246579814394</id><published>2003-11-16T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T16:48:16.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog personality</title><summary type='text'>My Bloginality is INTP!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106897246579814394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106897246579814394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106897246579814394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106897246579814394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/11/blog-personality.html' title='Blog personality'/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106857160158978129</id><published>2003-11-12T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T01:29:40.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmzm.. zmzmz..Crush? Obesession? What do you term it?I din exactly sworn off men. I still stand firm in my beliefs that they are nothing but troubles. But then again, that makes them all so adoring eh? Laffs. What's life without a little argument? Sparks up that mundanity in everyone's.  Alrite... So I am interested in someone and finding all damn lame excuses to pardon myself from pride? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106857160158978129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106857160158978129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106857160158978129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106857160158978129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/11/hmmzm.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106834267836450682</id><published>2003-11-09T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T09:51:39.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Get to know someone in the most quickest manner? Join the service line!I always grumble about never ending bad things about nursing. One thing I love about this shit arse job is the human interaction. The getting to know someone the very min you see them. No joke. New admission of a patient. Wherever they come from, the only message you want to send across is... Learn to trust us cos we will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106834267836450682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106834267836450682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106834267836450682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106834267836450682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/11/get-to-know-someone-in-most-quickest.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106830441431806268</id><published>2003-11-08T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T23:36:20.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mummy birthdayMini celebration. Had dinner and cake. Took pictures with pam's digi cam. Extremely slow, nearly went numb smiling at the camera. Hehe. Simple event. Hope she is happy.Patient sue me?Went for this little talk about medical legal issues. Talks about laws we should know about. What do we do if patient was to sue us? The talk was carried out by Prof Catherine Tay. Interesting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106830441431806268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106830441431806268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106830441431806268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106830441431806268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/11/mummy-birthday-mini-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106822153568346594</id><published>2003-11-08T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T23:15:03.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shaking bed?Another one of those complaints of shaking bed in room 10. Woooo... hehe. I am currently in a very well lit ward. Laffs. Cos the rest of the girls are scared of dark due to the incident. Honestly, is rather scary. Since there's nothing much to do about it, we should all just leave it as it is and try not to be so scared. Hehe.2nd chance(not some dumb jeans' brand. =P)I caught </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106822153568346594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106822153568346594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106822153568346594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106822153568346594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/11/shaking-bed-another-one-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106818308693915302</id><published>2003-11-07T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T05:59:58.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lazy days over? I am not sure about that, really. Hehe. Ol well.I have been very un-inspired to write about anything and everything. Everything is mundane, boring and not worthy to mention actually. Ah damn! Negative start. Last thing, I wanted to really do but inevitable. &lt;&lt; I hate this word. Also very negative. hehe.WorkSame. Got myself into a nifty problem. Thinking about changing job </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106818308693915302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106818308693915302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106818308693915302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106818308693915302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/11/lazy-days-over-i-am-not-sure-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106662958370402843</id><published>2003-10-20T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T13:59:43.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Human Behaviours/ Just Singaporeans?I was on my way home, the other day. Sitting on the NEL, minding my own busines, trying to read Hiliary Clinton: Living History. Was on this part about their aim to having all americans to have access to medical treatment with their scheme. SUDDENLY! There came something swinging across the book. What is it? Is an arm! WOW. In attempt to try to reserve a seat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106662958370402843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106662958370402843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106662958370402843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106662958370402843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/10/human-behaviours-just-singaporeans-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106586377603208054</id><published>2003-10-11T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T01:55:01.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FriendshipI just talked to Cindy. My ex best friend. I dunno why I did it. Never learn my lesson, dun I? The conversation was like a leech sucking everything inside of you.. out! ARGH! Ok. I have to confess the reason why we are each other ex best friends. This is because we have differeneces which are unresolvable. Is that diffcult to understand? No? Besides that, we just live our lives </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106586377603208054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106586377603208054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106586377603208054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106586377603208054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/10/friendship-i-just-talked-to-cindy.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106580491256124215</id><published>2003-10-11T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T03:25:29.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been a while since I last updated. Been busy and grouchy. Why? Read on.Female IssuesPMS. What else can get women all edgy and bull? I was late. 2 weeks late. To be exact, 6 weeks not menstruating is hell for me. I felt like a ballon that may explode any time. Everywhere and breast being engorged is not exactly a happy issue for me. I am sorry if this is probably making you uncomfortable but I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106580491256124215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106580491256124215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106580491256124215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106580491256124215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/10/been-while-since-i-last-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106455205896827569</id><published>2003-09-26T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T01:37:35.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jamie OliverU know who he is? U dunno?! JESUS! which part of the world have you been? Laffs.Anyway, he is one of those nonsensical chefs that host some cooking programme in channel 5.  Catch him here! His cooking is messy, fun, simple and delicious. Catch him sometimes if you can.I love to cook. I love to host. I love to just make ppl happy and filled up their tummy with great food. Is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106455205896827569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106455205896827569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106455205896827569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106455205896827569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/09/jamie-oliver-u-know-who-he-is-u-dunno.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106442178994292309</id><published>2003-09-25T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T00:43:09.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blind DateTot of that? Ever brush ur mind at all?Mine? Nope. Never. Patient wanted and did intro his son to me. Congratulations. Well done. I wonder do I have a sign that reads over my forehead that I am so single. Pls take me away kinda of shit. *ponders* Patient was blabbering non stop compliments about me. From the way I presented myself and stuffs. In a significant 5 mins, I knew what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106442178994292309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106442178994292309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106442178994292309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106442178994292309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/09/blind-date-tot-of-that-ever-brush-ur.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106433372458443971</id><published>2003-09-24T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T00:15:24.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LiesI think everyone needs that. *laffs*These days, I am not receptive to negative feedback. I shunned every negative aspect outta of me. I shunned people who utter a negative shit about me. Yes. I am an escapist. But then, as long as I am happy, by my standards, is all good. I need lies to make me happy. ha-ha-ha.Was watching the 70s' show in the morning. Totally cracked me up when this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106433372458443971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106433372458443971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106433372458443971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106433372458443971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/09/lies-i-think-everyone-needs-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106390486737642461</id><published>2003-09-19T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T01:28:20.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ChangesChanges come very inevitable in everyday lives. Places change. Buses change routes. Babies change to toddlers to children to teens to adults to elderly to the dead. To only joined back to the earth as dust. Loads of things go through many changes. I changed. Am still changing. I dunno how this change came suddenly. It overwhelms me as much as it overwhelms the rest. As the rest are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106390486737642461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106390486737642461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106390486737642461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106390486737642461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/09/changes-changes-come-very-inevitable.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106384684605968238</id><published>2003-09-18T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T09:35:06.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heart AttacksHeart attack. Medical term, angina. Usually presented when you feel a squeezing pain in your chest region. Lay man will like to term it as chest pain. Other symptoms will be breaking into a cold sweat and breathlessness.I was presented with 2 of such cases last noon at work and after work. One of my patient who is a Professor in our hospital whom I will not named suffered from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106384684605968238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106384684605968238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106384684605968238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106384684605968238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/09/heart-attacks-heart-attack.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106324303852224739</id><published>2003-09-11T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T09:17:18.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NoiseI totally know why I need to go overseas to work. Cos I know the last thing that will happened when I am over there alone with friends is to have ppl waking early insane hours and yakked about their kids' marriage plans. ARGH! Yes. Congratulations. I am awaken by dear mom and aunt's conversation about my aka datang cousin's marriage plans. YAWNZ! damnit! I slept at 4 am last nite. Wadever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106324303852224739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106324303852224739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106324303852224739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106324303852224739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/09/noise-i-totally-know-why-i-need-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106238142292647727</id><published>2003-09-01T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T10:03:38.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finished my round of nites. Been a good round. Had a VIP patient last nite. Nice patient. Wife was really nice too. =) Many colleagues like to work nites with me. Cos my nites are usually really good. No hassles. Usually really free. Had a praying session with Serene and Joyzel. Hmmz... I cried. I dunno why but I did. I seemed to always cry with God presence. I guess it's all a front with me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106238142292647727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106238142292647727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106238142292647727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106238142292647727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/09/finished-my-round-of-nites.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106219529195624031</id><published>2003-08-30T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T06:14:51.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had been really inconsistent in updating my blog. Seriously, there's really nothing much to rant about these days. I am still in the isolation mood. I have no slightest feel of even wanting to be out at all. Not even wanting to meet ppl and stuffs. I think staying home is all good. It helps with the savings. It also helps to build relations with the family. I got to know more about what is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106219529195624031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106219529195624031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106219529195624031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106219529195624031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/08/had-been-really-inconsistent-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106130677122091798</id><published>2003-08-19T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T00:07:16.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anger Management?I need it. I nearly lost my cool today. Usual I supposed. Nearly meant that I din. I am quite proud I din. Whatever had happened, all I can say is that there was fault lied in me. I should not have asked her to come and take the consent. On the other hand, she looked really funny when she was smiling and still trying to hold her cool. Shrugs. Whatever it is, is a lesson. I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106130677122091798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106130677122091798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106130677122091798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106130677122091798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/08/anger-management-i-need-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-106062392237587339</id><published>2003-08-12T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T22:01:11.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been a while since I last posted here. Hmmz...Trip To BaliI just came back last friday from Bali. I have to say that it wasn't exactly very pleasant. Balinese people can be really too pushy. I think with the current bomb situation, business doing badly and all, it explains for their behaviour. Nevertheless, it sure do not benefit the tourists especially tourists like me who just want to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/106062392237587339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=106062392237587339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106062392237587339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/106062392237587339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/08/been-while-since-i-last-posted-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105989145510392313</id><published>2003-08-03T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T14:17:35.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caught some MTV in the morning before I head off to bed. Was showing lives of kids who have parents as rock stars. They showed aerosmith daughter, something-tyler. Aerosmith guitarist's kid, some chap by the name of dunno what perry. and some other unknown artist to me. Anyway, it got to me. If I was to choose one rock star to be my parent, who will it be? Hmmz... I will love to have Eminem as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105989145510392313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105989145510392313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105989145510392313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105989145510392313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/08/caught-some-mtv-in-morning-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105981367736835558</id><published>2003-08-02T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T16:41:17.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phases of LifeFor the past few weeks, not only have I become more solemn than before. I went through a phase where I really felt I needed someone in my life. Is funny how when you have such thoughts, and there I was reading a boook and it quotes." The very thing you sought to attract, you will thus push it away." Btw, it aint some self help book or whatever. It's Conversation with God III which</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105981367736835558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105981367736835558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105981367736835558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105981367736835558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/08/phases-of-life-for-past-few-weeks-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105895591385292227</id><published>2003-07-23T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T18:25:13.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Results...: "You're normal. Normal?! NORMAL?! Oh SCREW YOU!YouKNEW you were normal when you came here, youFREAK. GET OUT! GET OUT! *throws you at a bus* How Depressed are You? brought to you by Quizilla"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105895591385292227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105895591385292227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105895591385292227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105895591385292227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/results.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105868327383453190</id><published>2003-07-20T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T14:41:13.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Met up with Gavin, Kelvin and MengJin yesterday. Gavin sure did put on a lot of weight. I am sure he will shed the kilos soon once he start the asian diet. =) Too much carbo intake at Scotland from potatoes and bread. He seemed to enjoy his life over there. He changed slightly. Seemed less vocal about issues which he used to rattle on. Or maybe he was just jet lagged. Laffs. Anyway, was hanging </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105868327383453190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105868327383453190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105868327383453190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105868327383453190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/met-up-with-gavin-kelvin-and-mengjin.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105867747835291717</id><published>2003-07-20T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T13:04:38.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Whichmeans you're rare or that you cheated :P You'rethe kind of chick that can hang out with yourboyfriend's friends and be silly. You don'tcare about presents or about going to fancyplaced. Hell, just hang out. You're just happybeing around your boyfriend. What Kind of Girlfriend Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105867747835291717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105867747835291717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105867747835291717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105867747835291717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/perfect-youre-perfect-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105825733376612014</id><published>2003-07-15T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T16:29:11.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being attached.Looking at my group of friends currently, most of them are attached with someone. Either for a long substantial periods or someone brand new whom they have been going out for a few months. Being attached and all, some really wanna see the other party on a frequent basis. It kinda of makes it hard to have a balance in meeting your other friends, having a life of your own and etc. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105825733376612014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105825733376612014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105825733376612014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105825733376612014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/being-attached.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105823610030652921</id><published>2003-07-15T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T10:28:20.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a B ... a B! for my performance appraisal! CAN U BELIEVE IT?! I can't but what the hell, I am happy! *jumps around the room* WhoopiE! lalala lalala. *gloats about it* *Ego bursting at its seams* Laffs. Good nite. Yawnz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105823610030652921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105823610030652921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105823610030652921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105823610030652921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-got-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105821252570684064</id><published>2003-07-15T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T03:55:25.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week, I felt it started off bad. Looking back at how things went. It turned out to be quite alrite. I quite enjoyed myself this week. In fact, it was rather fruitful. I managed to do everything this week. From spending time with gie, gywnn, meng and kel to going to gym and even went swimming. It was all good. Really enjoyed myself quite a bit. =)Had a lil chat with my mom yesterday morning</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105821252570684064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105821252570684064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105821252570684064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105821252570684064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/last-week-i-felt-it-started-off-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105808453267015463</id><published>2003-07-13T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T16:22:12.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hitched on some guy last nite at dbl O. Laffs. Damn. Why do I sense that my wild wild side is back? *smells trouble* Shrugs. Will update more later tonite. Going for a swim over at Kel's place. Hehe! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105808453267015463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105808453267015463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105808453267015463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105808453267015463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-hitched-on-some-guy-last-nite-at-dbl.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105768482610917225</id><published>2003-07-09T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T01:20:26.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't seemed to write. Hate such feelings. When you got loads in your mind but yet unable to vent it out. Ol well. Good nite. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105768482610917225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105768482610917225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105768482610917225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105768482610917225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/cant-seemed-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105761651049708712</id><published>2003-07-08T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T06:27:26.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, was supposedly to be my sleeping day. Had to help Lina to cover her night duty tonite. Seriously, I dun mind. But for her reason of such, I seriously dun want to be doing such things for the longest time ever. Lina's ah bang met up with an accident. Was a fatal accident for the pedestrain who crossed the road. The guy that he knocked, died. For him, I dunno what is his name, he is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105761651049708712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105761651049708712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105761651049708712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105761651049708712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/yesterday-was-supposedly-to-be-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105749063294938138</id><published>2003-07-06T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T19:23:52.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been reflecting on my dreams during dinner just now. Hmmz.. Seemed to be really reflecting what I had been thinking recently. Seemed that even in rest, I am not spared at my very own thoughts. That's quite bad. Hmmz... Ol well.Only had 6 hours of sleep. Was talking to suki over the phone early part of the morning. Felt quite good actually. I really missed him. We sorta of lost contact for quite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105749063294938138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105749063294938138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105749063294938138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105749063294938138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/been-reflecting-on-my-dreams-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105745613770607083</id><published>2003-07-06T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T09:48:57.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Came back just in time to catch up a lil with bro and his gf. They were heading to church. I told them about my recent attachment and detachment of the relationship. Conversation went like this:Moi: eh... I got something to tell.bro: u got a bf?Moi: Had a bf. yes. Pam: Who?Moi: Someone. Younger. Both looked bewildered.bro: Usually wun worked out. Hope you had fun.Moi: Fun? Ya. Sure did.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105745613770607083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105745613770607083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105745613770607083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105745613770607083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/came-back-just-in-time-to-catch-up-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105742966885287780</id><published>2003-07-06T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T02:28:36.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What rating is your journal? brought to you by QuizillaQuite true. Laffs. Seriously, If I have offended anyone, is just being myself. Pardon me. =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105742966885287780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105742966885287780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105742966885287780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105742966885287780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/what-rating-is-your-journal-brought-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105739717612081173</id><published>2003-07-05T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T17:26:16.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been having weird dreams for many nites. Had one just now too. Hmmz...I wanna take note of this... I had a patient who is 22 yrs of age. She has leukemia. She is just so filled with sunshine on top of the weekly, monthly visits to the hospital. The constant xrays, the constant chemo treatment, the needles, the medicines and stuffs. She was always smiling whenever I nursed her. Her optimism and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105739717612081173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105739717612081173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105739717612081173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105739717612081173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/been-having-weird-dreams-for-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105736958858160526</id><published>2003-07-05T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T09:46:28.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To commit wrong with intentions? To commit wrong without knowing you actually did it? Which is less sinful? This tot had been lingering in my head for the longest time ever. Seeing in Godly terms, is still a sin in which will probably lead u straight to hell if there wasn't Jesus. Seeing in mortally terms, the latter will seemed a milder deed. The question is... Is it still tolerable? Hmmz... Ol </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105736958858160526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105736958858160526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105736958858160526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105736958858160526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/to-commit-wrong-with-intentions-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105735234521292172</id><published>2003-07-05T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T04:59:05.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was out with Angie this noon for lunch. Was pleasant. Demerit point: Rain. Freezy temperature. I think I need to wear more material. Shorts and spagetti tops have to go. The weather is getting colder. Surprisingly. Is only July. Ol well. I am planning to make a retro trip for the whole group. Theme: 60's-70's. Get us all dressed and hit down to mambo and have fun. Big hair, bell bottom pants, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105735234521292172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105735234521292172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105735234521292172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105735234521292172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/was-out-with-angie-this-noon-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105724684713490207</id><published>2003-07-03T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T23:40:47.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just came back from meeting up with Kel and Meng. Had a pleasant time. =)Hmmz... Time seemed to pass really fast if you asked me. Gavin is coming back from scotland on 15 July. Sent him off last year in September. Still remembered having supper with Meng after we sent him off. Thinking back also what happened a few mths back, things seemed to be on the right track for some ppl. Eg: Meng wanted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105724684713490207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105724684713490207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105724684713490207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105724684713490207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/just-came-back-from-meeting-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105722514601167246</id><published>2003-07-03T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T17:39:05.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hangover from 24 hours of sleepless dayYes! Have not slept the whole of yesterday. I am just amazed how I can find the drive to just do things these days. I think that's the magic of being young. Will really treasure this. I know all these will not be the same when I get older. Laffs.Was rather busy at work the early part of the day. But all's well. Tho I had another one of those threatening </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105722514601167246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105722514601167246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105722514601167246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105722514601167246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/hangover-from-24-hours-of-sleepless.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105707613905875163</id><published>2003-07-02T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T16:32:18.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mth of JuneI think the whole of June was filled with much fun, delight, happiness, surprises and many good things. I had my bday celebrated with great pleasure of the company of great pals, great ppl and family. I received gifts which are of great tots put into them. I got myself involved in a nice relationship which I tot could last for that while... =) It didn't. June ended up on a note of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105707613905875163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105707613905875163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105707613905875163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105707613905875163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/07/mth-of-june-i-think-whole-of-june-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105681311103089127</id><published>2003-06-28T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T23:11:51.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fired?Not as yet, I supposed. I always took my job for granted. Always believeing that it will always be around. Always be there. Never fired. I guess I am wrong. Complain letter was never an issue. Seemed like more of it brings loads of trouble. Yes, this year seemed like there were quite a handful. I dunno what went wrong with myself. I dunno what got into me. I guess I really din take the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105681311103089127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105681311103089127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105681311103089127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105681311103089127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/06/fired-not-as-yet-i-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-105662272559599159</id><published>2003-06-26T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T23:12:49.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't been blogging in a while. Been really busy at work. Then again, is lame to blame it on work. Been busy with life. Love life. Wassup? Read on...Attached with QinSheng. (Valentino? *wink*)Yup. I am. It feels different this time. It's a whole new experience. I guess is a new experience from each different one. I dun meant it as a bad thing. Is a different happy feeling. A very light </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/105662272559599159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=105662272559599159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105662272559599159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/105662272559599159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/06/havent-been-blogging-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-95895951</id><published>2003-06-22T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T18:22:05.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Met up with Angie and Gwynn last night after work. Angie is right. It always feel better meeting up and just talked things out. Stuffs we talked about. It may be the same old shit but somehow, everytime when is brought up. It makes you see a different light into things. Makes you see things differently in the person too. Gwynn is really attractive in her personality. She is sweet looking but I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/95895951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=95895951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95895951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95895951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/06/met-up-with-angie-and-gwynn-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-95745952</id><published>2003-06-17T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T15:39:06.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NumbNess To Pain? It was just a thought that got me to ponder a lil. Looking at many friends, family members, colleagues, movies and whatever that bring examples to elaborate on this situation... All I can say is, is part of growing up and almost inevitable. Personally, I hate it badly to hear people telling me that. Ironically, it happened to me. *Ponders* Whatever happened in the past was not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/95745952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=95745952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95745952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95745952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/06/numbness-to-pain-it-was-just-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-95695307</id><published>2003-06-16T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T06:18:40.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was reading the papers earlier part of the shift. Was a quiet nite shift tonite, thus the time to spare for the general politics ramblings about life. Mentioned about marraiges ending in the population of the early twenties somethings. Surprising? Personally, I dun think so. I mean... what's the big hype about divorce at such early age? Does it make it more normal or rather accepting just cos you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/95695307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=95695307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95695307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95695307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/06/was-reading-papers-earlier-part-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-95670641</id><published>2003-06-15T06:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T06:23:49.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Managed to check out the moon last nite? Full moon. Happening stuffs. =) One more night and I am getting my 2 days off. Decided that I aint gonna tire myself out like what I did for the past 2 days. Really am suffering at work at the expense from not enough sleep and the quality of sleep. So tired that is so reflected on my face. Colleagues were all asking me how come I didn't sleep well. Guess</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/95670641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=95670641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95670641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95670641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/06/managed-to-check-out-moon-last-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-95656949</id><published>2003-06-14T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T17:17:27.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was off 2 days before starting my this round of weekends nites. Going back to work after a more than one day off which you are entitled, is a weird feeling altogether. I never really feel like that in the past. These days, it just feels weird. I think is cause of the many new protocols that they are coming out with. New stuffs are out everyday. I find it extremely annoying even tho I know I can</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/95656949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=95656949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95656949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95656949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/06/i-was-off-2-days-before-starting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-95643814</id><published>2003-06-14T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T09:36:34.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last evening, caught finding nemo with Sonny. Last min decision thingy. Didnt feel too right about him having to speed down to come and meet up with me. Men and speed? I think I can understand especially when I cannot tahan cabby uncles who drive too slow. =) The movie is good. I think it really gives one tip to parents out there. Let ur kids go sometimes. The tighter you tie, the more rebellious</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/95643814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=95643814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95643814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95643814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/06/last-evening-caught-finding-nemo-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-95582096</id><published>2003-06-12T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T16:14:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forgot to bring shorts to gym yesterday. Conclusion: Been in a daze mode these days. Cause? I think I had been distracted with my own thoughts about stuffs. Getting back the concentration is something I am working on currently. Working out in gym works for me. Gets me to stop thinking about stuffs. I am toning up. The results are getting quite obvious in the abds. Quite happy actually. At least </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/95582096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=95582096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95582096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95582096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/06/forgot-to-bring-shorts-to-gym.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-95518851</id><published>2003-06-11T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T14:38:33.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had been busy with work and gym. Seemed to have no time for anything else. Is good I feel. I need time out from people. That's very usual of me to do. To get out of the click. Spent quality time with thyself. And just do stuffs I wanna do. Thinking about it. I realised that all of my friends whom I hanged out with are like that. Laffs. We do meet rather often. But yet again, we always have alot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/95518851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=95518851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95518851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95518851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/06/had-been-busy-with-work-and-gym.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-95425034</id><published>2003-06-08T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T12:36:09.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pm duty today. I dunno it is just the fact that I ain't getting enuf rest or just that I really dread work so badly. Sigh. June 15 will be my 2nd year at work. 2 years gone like that. *ponders* What have I learnt? Loads of shit about reality which I really would not want to know if it's not for survival of the fittest in this cruel world. Ol well. =)5th JuneWas so tired. Supposedly to be at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/95425034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=95425034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95425034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95425034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/06/pm-duty-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-95409397</id><published>2003-06-08T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T01:37:13.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Agnes ain't a robot. No more schedules like today anymore. Work am, gym, hang out. No more. Too tiring. Craziness. Was supposedly to be catching Justin lil act at Hard Rock Cafe tonight. Queue was too long. Didn't call him prior before also. Ended up having Angie to drive us all home. Us (Jem and moi.) Felt quite bad for Angie to be doing that. She's nice. Her driving skills improved very well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/95409397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=95409397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95409397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95409397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/06/agnes-aint-robot.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-95242691</id><published>2003-06-04T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T00:24:59.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Writing this at 11:46 pm. My birthday is going to be over in another 15 mins time. I felt this year celebration was great. I spent with all the people that meant something in my life. I had a good time. They had a good time. Though the enjoyment is there, but I feel strange on this special day somehow. I do look forward to birthdays. It just gives all excuses to bring people out for a good meal</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/95242691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=95242691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95242691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95242691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/06/writing-this-at-1146-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-95193886</id><published>2003-06-02T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T23:14:36.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I cant believe wad happened. But it did. *bliss*Thank you very much, Sonny.You made all the difference. =D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/95193886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=95193886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95193886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95193886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/06/i-cant-believe-wad-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-95066846</id><published>2003-05-30T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T12:57:57.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ready for a long entry? Belt up, ya? Laffs. This entry is for all who have been waiting for me to be on a yak mode. Previous entry, I swear about going to gym? I didnt. Hahahaha. I went swimming instead. Been popping down to the pool more often than before these days. Am very surprised at the tons of bikini babes hanging out there. Quite a few hunky dory fellas too. =P~ Didnt do much laps </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/95066846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=95066846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95066846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/95066846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/ready-for-long-entry-belt-up-ya-laffs.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-94901083</id><published>2003-05-27T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T00:18:31.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I helped to paint the living room today. Skipped gym. I guess I needed some excuses to skip it. Laffs. Been lazy for the past week and it's bringing it along this week too. Hmmz.. I feel a great sense of satisfaction painting. Tho it aint fantastic, but I think I did a better job comparing to mom. Hehe. I am having tots about cancelling the dinner date with the pals on tis coming friday. I dun </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/94901083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=94901083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94901083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94901083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-helped-to-paint-living-room-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-94870116</id><published>2003-05-26T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T04:39:09.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's dead quiet now. Except my typing noise. What a night. I packed one of my patients. She is prob now in the fridge in the mortuary. She is a real fighter. Been fighting since my 1st night. Finally expired at 0127 hours. Hmmz.. Then her "neighbour" desaturated most probably due to the diazepam that was given earlier due to the fits. Ol well. 2 mornings back, had a lil message chat with Kelvin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/94870116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=94870116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94870116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94870116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/its-dead-quiet-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-94839410</id><published>2003-05-25T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T05:50:21.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only you by The PlattersOnly you can make this world seem rightOnly you can make the darkness brightOnly you and you aloneCan thrill me like you doAnd fill my heart with love for only youOnly you can make this change in meFor it's true you are my destinyWhen you hold my hand I understandThe magic that you doYou're my dream come trueMy one and only youOnly you can make this change in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/94839410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=94839410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94839410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94839410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/only-you-by-platters-only-you-can-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-94821382</id><published>2003-05-24T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T16:42:37.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Laurel CanyonI caught this film about a week back. The movie may have depths but I choose to see that the director was lost in wad to do with the ending. Thus, it was abrupt. I dun see what's with the ending. Why was Sam lost in a sudden dilemma again after he receives a call from Sara? What is it about her that he wants? Similiar interest or just a pure physical attraction that will like to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/94821382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=94821382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94821382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94821382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/laurel-canyon-i-caught-this-film-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-94715901</id><published>2003-05-22T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T10:26:58.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mind GamesSeemed to have gotten myself in several of such craps after being single. The question is why such things evolved? Personally, I feel that is just a pure sense of defense in the purely humane world. I always believe that humans are actually good people. But unfortunately, shit happens and they become evil. Joining the dark side is easier than to maintain on the good. I am sure many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/94715901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=94715901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94715901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94715901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/mind-games-seemed-to-have-gotten.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-94634471</id><published>2003-05-20T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T22:31:38.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had not been blogging for almost a week. Feels like forever. Laffs. Been busy with my lil social life for the past 2 weekends. I must say the that having weekends off aint exactly very healthy. Been inhaling more 2nd smoke than for the past few weeks. More late nights. Horrid. Shrugs. Guess is these shit that ppl called fun eh? Current at workplace. Going to stay overnight to sleep again. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/94634471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=94634471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94634471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94634471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/had-not-been-blogging-for-almost-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-94484293</id><published>2003-05-17T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T12:03:06.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who am I to tell someone that he is sentimental when I am one fool of huge sentiments about past?To fark with sentimental shit. Everyone moves on and no one stays. No one remembers the past.Mood: Farked up. Totally. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/94484293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=94484293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94484293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94484293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/who-am-i-to-tell-someone-that-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-94266982</id><published>2003-05-13T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T22:45:53.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just finished pm duty. Started off with frustrations, but decided that I will not give in to my frustrations. I can only understand why Bathma is like that. She is just being pure defensive about the fact that I know about her shit in 43. So kiss my arse, "nursing officer." Cos I dun give a fark load even if you are about to make my life miserable. It wun be miserable cos I am not allowing it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/94266982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=94266982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94266982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94266982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/just-finished-pm-duty.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-94213972</id><published>2003-05-13T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T01:33:06.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally! Settled with moi smelling all nice from a quick shower, minds filled up with loads of stuffs to vent out on this entry, and still suffering a slight hangover from a very tiring and nice weekends. Ready? I am. Let's go. VROOM &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Heehee!Waiting for 4 girls? Nightmare? Hell yes! Met up with Gwynn and Zhenlin at 1115. Was a lil late than the arranged time. We should feel damn bad about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/94213972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=94213972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94213972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94213972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/finally-settled-with-moi-smelling-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-94061291</id><published>2003-05-10T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T00:57:55.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just reached home from gym and some shopping and X men. Somehow, today is a weird day for me. Hmmz..I had to stay back at work today cos my friend was late for work. Took a cab home. Had breakfast with mom. She showed me some of our kiddo pics while she was trying to find the mechanic's number for my cousin. Cousin's mother-in-law fridge was down. We are darn cute. Did you know? Laffs. Trying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/94061291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=94061291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94061291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94061291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/just-reached-home-from-gym-and-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-94016263</id><published>2003-05-09T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T06:24:53.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One and half hours more and it will be long weekends for me. Bliss. Been dying for this break since last week. I know of a few ppl who are really looking forward to this weekends. For those who are, enjoy! HeeHee! Party time! WoohoO!SmokingHave you took the temptations of just puffing that stick before? I have not. Do feel curious sometimes how it feels like. To huff and puff away, hoping to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/94016263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=94016263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94016263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/94016263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/one-and-half-hours-more-and-it-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-93980450</id><published>2003-05-08T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T17:14:46.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't sleep. Hate this sorta of shit. Cos in another 2 more hours' time, I will be damn tired. Cable Skiing CancelledYup. Cancelled. Plans changed. Going to slack @ sentosa for the whole of sat. P-Jay party at rasa sentosa on sat nite. 4 girls. KIV pending Kel. Dunno whether will he be joining us in the over nite stay. Hmmz.. Really looking forward to it. Planning to finish up The Orchid Theif</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/93980450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=93980450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93980450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93980450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-93951636</id><published>2003-05-08T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T05:54:06.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another great nite duty. Perfect. Dr M. Chua on-call tonite. Did I mention that he is hilarious? Laffs. Nothing romantic here ya? I just think he is hilarious. He grumbles too much. But then again, who can blame him eh? M. I sympathise with you. My condolences to you, ya? Laffs.Cable SkiingOh yes. I am going wake boarding  again this weekends. 2nd time. Is gonna be different this time. No boat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/93951636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=93951636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93951636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93951636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/another-great-nite-duty.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-93880230</id><published>2003-05-07T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T11:38:01.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glad that tonite duty is more tolerable than last nite. =) Love the peace in the ward. Can hardly find such peace at hm. Angie passed her driving. Perfect! Laffs. More late nights. More happening outings are about to come. Is bliss for the whole bunch of us who hang out with her. Definitely, more updates to come in my blog. Am very happy for her. She had been dying for this day to come. Laffs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/93880230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=93880230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93880230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93880230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/glad-that-tonite-duty-is-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-93751967</id><published>2003-05-05T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T12:18:07.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4 days. I have not updated my blog. I do feel a sense of strong guilt when I do that. I feel a need to jolt it down somewhere and remember wad I did with my life. Cos sometimes details are forgotten. Trust me. When you read back, is a joke. Sometimes, it may be sad/funny/memorable or wadever but you will really treasure what you jotled. That's why I have a diary since I was really young. 1st </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/93751967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=93751967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93751967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93751967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/4-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-93571920</id><published>2003-05-01T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T11:28:14.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Skin For the BlogYup.. it's up. But not totally done up yet. I am still not happy with the skin actually. Still deciding on this and this other one. Will see what happens. Look out for it.3 off days straight... Back to work todayI did rest well for the past 3 days. But for the past 2 mornings, I was very much awaken by my aunt. She was yelling over the phone with some construction chap. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/93571920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=93571920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93571920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93571920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/05/new-skin-for-blog-yup.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-93536606</id><published>2003-04-30T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T23:43:10.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lazy WednesdayI just refused to do anything. Stayed home to watch the movies that I rented over the weekends. Going to rest now. Most probably update tomolo morning. Nite.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/93536606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=93536606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93536606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93536606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/04/lazy-wednesday-i-just-refused-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-93475945</id><published>2003-04-30T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T01:14:53.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LifeLife is a huge irony. Try this. Try to remember something you are about to say. Something bad you mouthed about someone. Trust me. In time to come, wadever you just said will happen to you. Is weird but is true. Everyone around including myself, tries to be smart. Thinking they know what is best for themselves and maybe everyone else. No one does. Is a live and try session. You will never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/93475945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=93475945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93475945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93475945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/04/life-life-is-huge-irony.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000741.post-93360755</id><published>2003-04-28T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T05:56:19.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HivesNever actually think that my allergy status gets worse than this. Yup. I got hives. More profound term for you guys out there, is calledurticaria. Is basically histamine in ur blood stream flaring up due to the allergic substance that you are allergic to. The problem is... I dunno what the hell I am allergic to. My senior was asking me whether am I stress. Cos stress can cause hives too. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/feeds/93360755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000741&amp;postID=93360755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93360755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000741/posts/default/93360755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agster.blogspot.com/2003/04/hives-never-actually-think-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Aggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02203131490157785202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/92/260806444_f53e4dc5fe_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
