<?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-6306291</id><updated>2011-10-07T06:57:46.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>learning the catwalk</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-7154951501801766024</id><published>2007-10-31T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:02:14.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>moved to domlee.wordpress.com  :) *hugs* the old tree. byebye old friend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/7154951501801766024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=7154951501801766024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/7154951501801766024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/7154951501801766024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/10/moved-to-domlee.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-4152884879134698387</id><published>2007-10-30T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:32:15.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realised recently that, and it came as a heavy jolt of exasperation, there exists in no small amounts, people who see their world in shades of bigotry. how else do you explain statements like "repealing 377A is the first step of a radical, political agenda which will subvert social morality" being expressed in parliament? in one breathe NMP Thio Li-ann linked how repealing 377a is akin to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/4152884879134698387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=4152884879134698387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/4152884879134698387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/4152884879134698387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-realised-recently-that-and-it-came-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-3705340460290849429</id><published>2007-10-19T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T02:09:21.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love this guy. took me awhile to find his cd, i went to 3 stores.. turns out only borders carries it, even then they have only one copy.in a world of dark world of hip hop and sunday pop, hes a firefly. at last someone with soul and some vintage motown. so brilliant. and.. dumbledore's gay. gosh. source:bbc newshe was awesome enough as it is.. good on him.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/3705340460290849429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=3705340460290849429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/3705340460290849429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/3705340460290849429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/10/recently-bought-paolo-nutinis-cd.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-8383268178909354669</id><published>2007-10-17T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:34:52.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if one day, while crossing a street on a busy afternoon, or sipping tea at a hip cafe, we would meet, by chance, amongst a sea of fleeting faces and indifferent passersby. forgive my looking surprised (for its been awhile). nod (to let me know you're happy). and i shall be content. but tell me nothing (for i do not want to know what i've missed).and i will be on my way. (with old wounds gaping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/8383268178909354669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=8383268178909354669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8383268178909354669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8383268178909354669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-one-day-while-crossing-street-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-1784571199980883226</id><published>2007-10-16T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:29:24.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hugs gandalf. his interview from singapore.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/1784571199980883226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=1784571199980883226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/1784571199980883226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/1784571199980883226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/10/hugs-gandalf.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-4684116692244458476</id><published>2007-10-16T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T11:10:30.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S TIME. The revolution starts now.Section 377A in the Penal Code has been a relic from times when the Singapore Penal Code was drafted from it's Indian counterpart in 1871. In lay man's terms, it says that any male, who commits, or attempts to commit any act of 'gross indecency', even in private and voluntary, shall be liable to a jail term of up to 2 years.Not only is it obviously dated, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/4684116692244458476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=4684116692244458476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/4684116692244458476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/4684116692244458476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-5444175594920979056</id><published>2007-10-16T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T00:59:47.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes you make me go speechless. i dont know why.. like that day at dinner? i really wanted to say something but there were so many people around. and so i kept quiet. and you were quiet too.but oh! when we're alone! how animated we are. the jokes, the laughs, the shared grins and open thoughts. i love it. i love it to bits. how rare the camaraderie. how rare this love of the comrade.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/5444175594920979056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=5444175594920979056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/5444175594920979056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/5444175594920979056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes-you-make-me-go-speechless.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-8039035635858025378</id><published>2007-10-13T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T13:10:17.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>get me his CD for christmas because you love me :) also, happy Coming Out Day 2007!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/8039035635858025378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=8039035635858025378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8039035635858025378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8039035635858025378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/10/get-me-his-cd-for-christmas-because-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-5235306301639780534</id><published>2007-10-09T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:46:05.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im gonna ramble a bit. everytime i talk to my dad, the conversation inevitable turns to a topic that i have absolutely no interest in. 'a girlfriend'. i do have girlfriends but not one. and seriously, my sexual life is not something i wanna discuss, str or not, to anyone, especially not to my dad. and i do understand why he's asking. i think if i have a son and he told me he was gay, i'll be like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/5235306301639780534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=5235306301639780534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/5235306301639780534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/5235306301639780534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-gonna-ramble-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-1047083752258643506</id><published>2007-09-25T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T03:46:20.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COME ON, FREE HER!hopefully the 1988 massacre doesn't happen again. and theres a high probability it will. hopefully no harm comes to them. these monks too awesome. wish im there. been praying, which is something i havent been doing for a while. seriously hope nothing bad comes to pass. no massacres on our watch.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/1047083752258643506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=1047083752258643506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/1047083752258643506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/1047083752258643506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/09/come-on-free-her-people-start-praying.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-8033260047344640741</id><published>2007-09-19T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:23:51.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are some people so inclined to gossip, so quick to put the meek down, living with a shell of superficiality, preening, pecking, posing, in a hurry to show pedigree. so hollow, yet their possessions and proud dispositions procure them a posse of pretentious patrons, so prone to partiality to their principle, and so eager to please.  perposterous, i know, and pathetic.i hope i'll never become</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/8033260047344640741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=8033260047344640741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8033260047344640741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8033260047344640741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-are-some-people-so-inclined-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-74697864450977318</id><published>2007-09-16T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T02:55:16.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It may be laid down as a general rule that if a man begins to sing, no one will take any notice of his song except his fellow human beings. This is true even if his song is surpassingly beautiful. Other men may be in raptures at his skill, but the rest of creation is, by and large, unmoved. Perhaps a cat or a dog may look at him; his horse, if it is an exceptionally intelligent beast, may pause </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/74697864450977318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=74697864450977318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/74697864450977318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/74697864450977318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-may-be-laid-down-as-general-rule.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-7198362536617616972</id><published>2007-09-09T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:32:47.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/7198362536617616972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=7198362536617616972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/7198362536617616972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/7198362536617616972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/09/with-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-8791087625065552730</id><published>2007-09-05T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:22:26.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've had, for a few years now, this voice inside me going "are we there yet? are we there yet?" and the answer has always been no. and lately, as liberating as an assiduous man who's paid his debts, and as heartily as a child picks himself up after scraping his knees, and as slowly and surely as the sun shining after the rain, "yes".. "Yes".. "YES".about time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/8791087625065552730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=8791087625065552730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8791087625065552730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8791087625065552730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-few-years-now-ive-had-this-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-3471851037927174039</id><published>2007-08-24T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T02:47:29.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>His face is a map of the worldIs a map of the worldYou can see he's a beautiful girlHe's a beautiful girlAnd everything around him is a silver pool of lightThe people who surround him feel the benefit of itIt makes you calmHe holds you captivated in his palmKT Tunstall's Suddenly I see(gender changed.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/3471851037927174039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=3471851037927174039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/3471851037927174039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/3471851037927174039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/08/his-face-is-map-of-world-is-map-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-138867682427117151</id><published>2007-08-15T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:46:42.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, this is gonna make me sound like a nerd. i was reading some stuff the other day and then i thought about games i played in my childhood. this was at a time when games were 2d and 3d was state of the art. but im all for a good story. dont think many will appreciate this list but i remember these games being awesome.1) Final Fantasy 7 - I love the story line, the characters were the shit, Aeris</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/138867682427117151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=138867682427117151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/138867682427117151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/138867682427117151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-this-is-gonna-make-me-sound-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-2216892992477246668</id><published>2007-08-13T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T01:11:03.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I get by with a little help from my friends."- John Lennon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/2216892992477246668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=2216892992477246668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/2216892992477246668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/2216892992477246668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-guys-make-me-rich-when-im-poor.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-8778547253305521359</id><published>2007-08-09T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:19:26.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly;In my own way, and with my full consent.Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarelyWent to their deaths more proud than this one went.Some nights of apprehension and hot weepingI will confess; but that's permitted me;Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keepingRubbed in a cage a wing that would be free.If I had loved you less or played you slylyI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/8778547253305521359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=8778547253305521359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8778547253305521359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8778547253305521359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-i-have-lost-you-and-i-lost-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-290442814325321982</id><published>2007-08-09T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:16:54.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jeremy's new poem. my favourite so far. awesome stuff. check out the others, link on the right ----&gt;indicativei grow suspicious (sometimes)when raindrops trickleon my head; i'd wonderif i were hearing voices;growing madder everyminute; or if it wasjust the wheel insidemy head: trippingon its cogs. but ifit was just a subjunctivemoment; so strikinga cause to thinki'm unhinged; so intimatewith the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/290442814325321982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=290442814325321982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/290442814325321982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/290442814325321982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/08/jeremys-new-poem.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-2084520822987260495</id><published>2007-08-07T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T01:26:20.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a friend over here once told me over dinner, "once i graduate, im never fucking going back." this came from a guy who dropped out of jc, with the tag ''O' level graduate' pinned to his name in the army, a guy whose teacher once told him that he's "never gonna make it". so basically, where the education system in singapore, where people bloody view a person's worth by their alma mater, failed him,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/2084520822987260495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=2084520822987260495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/2084520822987260495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/2084520822987260495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/08/friend-over-here-once-told-me-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-3415854028029020041</id><published>2007-08-06T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:00:27.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know this is kinda random but ive often wondered if couturiers like lagerfeld and  mcqueen etc design everything or they have a posse of designers designing their work but they provide the theme and direction cause there is s/s and a/w collections as well as haute couture collections etc, thats kinda alot of design work for one guy. also who sews them cause there really is alot to sew for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/3415854028029020041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=3415854028029020041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/3415854028029020041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/3415854028029020041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-know-this-is-kinda-random-but-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-5022975412692595884</id><published>2007-07-12T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T04:10:50.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know you read this. thanks. this winterbreak has been one of the most memorable. you really turned my life around, showed me whats important.I said that you werent one of those people what i would drop everything for. well, i can honestly say, i realise now that you are, one of those people, that i would drop everything for.thanks for a memorable holiday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/5022975412692595884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=5022975412692595884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/5022975412692595884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/5022975412692595884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-you-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-4807497404589406763</id><published>2007-07-05T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:08:00.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who's gonna tell you whenIt's too lateWho's gonna tell you thingsAren't so greatYou can't go onThinking nothing's wrong, but byeWho's gonna drive you home tonightWho's gonna pick you upWhen you fallWho's gonna hang it upWhen you callWho's gonna pay attentionTo your dreamsWho's gonna plug their earsWhen you screamYou can't go onThinking nothing's wrongWho's gonna drive you home tonightWho's gonna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/4807497404589406763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=4807497404589406763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/4807497404589406763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/4807497404589406763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/07/whos-gonna-tell-you-when-its-too-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-516528738626202905</id><published>2007-06-23T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:28:33.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im looking for baggage that goes with mine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/516528738626202905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=516528738626202905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/516528738626202905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/516528738626202905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-looking-for-baggage-that-goes-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-2515140489887826518</id><published>2007-06-06T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:15:29.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gandalf speaks &lt;3. he makes so much sense it hurts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/2515140489887826518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=2515140489887826518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/2515140489887826518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/2515140489887826518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/06/gandalf-speaks-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-186266573143241070</id><published>2007-06-06T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:50:56.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lol. received this funny sms from this random guy. "Dom Dom! U smell like flowers in a field where happy people live. :)" gotta love random smses when you're dying from studying.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/186266573143241070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=186266573143241070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/186266573143241070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/186266573143241070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/06/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-3513136179219026253</id><published>2007-06-04T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:17:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got home from school one late night and for some reason i suddenly start missing my army buddy. miss sharing food, fooling around and talking late into the night and spilling my guts out on everything. man.. times were always so good when you look back at time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/3513136179219026253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=3513136179219026253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/3513136179219026253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/3513136179219026253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/06/got-home-from-school-one-late-night-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-6374514231135366330</id><published>2007-06-03T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T14:11:18.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/6374514231135366330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=6374514231135366330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/6374514231135366330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/6374514231135366330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-5203322782678341000</id><published>2007-05-30T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T03:06:31.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grateful for the good times.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/5203322782678341000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=5203322782678341000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/5203322782678341000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/5203322782678341000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-are-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-463248488338817029</id><published>2007-05-28T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T02:48:54.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tagged by elaine :)1. What were you doing 10 years ago?i was 15 and going through puberty. probably thinking bout the birds and the bees. but not so much of the bees.2. What were you doing 1 year ago?preparing to ORD :) enjoying my last few days in camp as well as getting ready for melbourne.3. 5 snacks you enjoyi. cherry-ripe candy bars.ii. siglap's vadai.iii. old chang kee cause they dont have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/463248488338817029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=463248488338817029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/463248488338817029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/463248488338817029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagged-by-elaine.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-6269452649512094771</id><published>2007-05-23T09:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:46:00.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>who is this guy?finally someone who understands that patriotism does not equal to war. this guy is a breath of fresh air in american politics. its sad that common sense has to be expressed so vehemently and yet still met with criticism by nationalistic americans. yes a conservative foreign policy is the way to go. respect for being the voice of common sense. bravo man.on a side note, he looks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/6269452649512094771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=6269452649512094771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/6269452649512094771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/6269452649512094771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-is-this-guy-finally-someone-who_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-585916043332370692</id><published>2007-05-20T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:15:26.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got tagged by basil! erm, ok, here are 6 weird things about myself no one knows. ok here we go.1) i like rainy days best.2) when i was young, my family couldnt tell me and my twin brother apart. i had to point to the mole on my right arm and say "du!" and they'll be like "ooh yeah thats dom."3) the longest length of time i went without a bath was 4 days on my dad's yatch. i itched like crazy on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/585916043332370692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=585916043332370692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/585916043332370692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/585916043332370692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/05/got-tagged-by-basil-erm-ok-here-are-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-7098370760930400605</id><published>2007-05-20T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T04:26:56.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im gonna do shout outs today!!Shoutout toWilliam: Hey man, hope Manchester's treating you well. you're eatting well i hope. not getting to see you at all this year is sad lar.. Tissa: cant wait for you to get here.Xian: miss the old days. we've grown up, how did that happen?Wenkai: hows the plan going?Livia: thanks for your help with the french oral!matt: &lt;3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/7098370760930400605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=7098370760930400605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/7098370760930400605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/7098370760930400605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-gonna-do-shout-outs-today-shoutout.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-8864478354493783363</id><published>2007-05-17T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T04:01:04.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exerpt from Time magazine that i found enthralling."Several years ago, I was strolling through an old neighbourhood of Shanghai when I spied a scrum if men carrying something out of a darkened doorway. It was a rattan chair on which sat a very agitated granny. She was one of the last holdouts refusing to leave her house, which was scheduled to be torn down to make way for XinTianDi, Shanghai's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/8864478354493783363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=8864478354493783363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8864478354493783363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8864478354493783363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/05/exerpt-from-time-magazine-that-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-6203659610827707297</id><published>2007-04-13T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T02:57:02.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>late night msn with my favourite ah beng. pfft. says (3:51 AM):not sleeping ahDommy says (3:52 AM):soon.. going market later  n going library.. i scared for bio and monday got french testpfft. says (3:53 AM):lampa lah bio die liaopfft. says (3:53 AM):ggpfft. says (3:53 AM):i tio triple killpfft. says (3:53 AM):math phy biopfft. says (3:53 AM):i dunno my respawn time how longpfft. says (3:53 AM):</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/6203659610827707297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=6203659610827707297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/6203659610827707297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/6203659610827707297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/04/late-night-msn-with-ah-beng.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-1856717809959394234</id><published>2007-04-07T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T02:14:23.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alanis Morrisette "my humps"reminds me why i was such a big fan in the first place. brilliant. She released it as a april fools joke. too bad she had to deal with the dumb lyrics. still, /bow</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/1856717809959394234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=1856717809959394234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/1856717809959394234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/1856717809959394234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/04/alanis-morrisette-my-humps-reminds-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-9139302027989321786</id><published>2007-04-07T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T01:55:13.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lol. wtf.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/9139302027989321786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=9139302027989321786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/9139302027989321786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/9139302027989321786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/04/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-2656621795005421020</id><published>2007-03-17T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:59:58.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>变成了一个影 隐藏了自己爱情困难呼吸 我是沉默玩具执着对你无限情 模糊我自己不愿深深把爱情 输了你的游戏你要逃 对街拥抱 我看到.   :'(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/2656621795005421020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=2656621795005421020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/2656621795005421020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/2656621795005421020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-5938247227738384103</id><published>2007-03-17T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:15:02.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's awesome!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/5938247227738384103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=5938247227738384103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/5938247227738384103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/5938247227738384103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/03/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-1679092159410714437</id><published>2007-03-12T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:47:09.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I remember when i was a kid, late one night, when i was about 10 years old, i was crying, i dont remember why. All i remembered from that night was crawling into grandma's bed bawling my eyes out and having her tell me, "silly boy, how can anyone live without love."Fast forward to 15 years later. Her silly boy has grown up now.To my dearest Grandma, Happy 90th Birthday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/1679092159410714437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=1679092159410714437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/1679092159410714437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/1679092159410714437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-remember-when-i-was-kid-late-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-1023171935268721769</id><published>2007-02-26T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:19:19.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry i havent posted in a while. been really busy, spending time in singapore. Also today was the first day of University. Finally, I couldnt stop smiling all day. Melbourne University. Finally Finally.I end this post with eva cassidy. try not to cry.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/1023171935268721769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=1023171935268721769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/1023171935268721769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/1023171935268721769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/02/sorry-i-havent-posted-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-7725582438698857854</id><published>2007-01-11T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:34:50.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to a pet shop this afternoon after school. its in a quiet corner near the victoria market. on the ground level, they sold dog and cat stuff like collars, chew bones, food etc and at the back were puppies. terriers, mini schnauser, maltese mixes, etc.i was looking at the puppies and then it dawned on me why people get pets. ive been lucky, ever since i was a toddler, theres always a dog in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/7725582438698857854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=7725582438698857854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/7725582438698857854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/7725582438698857854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/01/went-to-pet-shop-this-afternoon-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-8656764226898707103</id><published>2007-01-10T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:12:20.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one more try.I've had enough of dangerAnd people on the streetsI'm looking out for angelsJust trying to find some peaceNow I think it's timeThat you let me knowSo if you love meSay you love meBut if you don't just let me go...'Cos teacherThere are things that I don't want to learnAnd the last one I hadMade me crySo I don't want to learn toHold you, touch youThink that you're mineBecause it ain't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/8656764226898707103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=8656764226898707103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8656764226898707103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8656764226898707103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-more-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-9112684920784549085</id><published>2007-01-05T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T01:55:35.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Donkey Cabbages. Now, the huntsman said to himself "I have travelled for such a long time. i will take a rest for once, and entered that beautiful castle. I have certainly money enough." Nevertheless, the real reason was that he caught sight of that beautiful girl. He entered the house, and was well recieved and courteously entertained. Before long, he was so in love with the young witch that he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/9112684920784549085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=9112684920784549085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/9112684920784549085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/9112684920784549085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2007/01/donkey-cabbages.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-6396557310188931165</id><published>2006-12-29T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T02:11:49.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>beautiful :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/6396557310188931165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=6396557310188931165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/6396557310188931165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/6396557310188931165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/12/beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-8551509913606234144</id><published>2006-12-26T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T10:52:51.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a few days ago a friend contacted me on friendster. on christmas day, she sent me a bunch of photos from primary school she kept. i never knew such photos existed and i cannot explain my excitement on seeing them. thats me and my friends!lol. the best christmas gift ever. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/8551509913606234144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=8551509913606234144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8551509913606234144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8551509913606234144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/12/few-days-ago-friend-contacted-me-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6v76VvsFKM/RZCALVsNXpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/a_vw6z45h_M/s72-c/CIMG0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-4471213872531617432</id><published>2006-12-24T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:45:16.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im so in love with you.. its not funny.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/4471213872531617432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=4471213872531617432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/4471213872531617432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/4471213872531617432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-so-in-love-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-8173002851357133874</id><published>2006-12-10T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:29:35.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.mrbrownshow.com/?p=218lol, mr. brown show. hilarious."attend B bunk until medical board! excuse everything!" lol.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/8173002851357133874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=8173002851357133874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8173002851357133874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/8173002851357133874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-1306960353348549508</id><published>2006-12-10T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:24:51.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are a hundred places where I fearTo go,--so with his memory they brim!And entering with relief some quiet placeWhere never fell his foot or shone his faceI say, "There is no memory of him here!"And so stand stricken, so remembering him!edna st. vincent millay</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/1306960353348549508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=1306960353348549508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/1306960353348549508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/1306960353348549508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/12/there-are-hundred-places-where-i-fear.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-1983585618925273537</id><published>2006-11-14T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:42:23.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You've been loved //  Joseph ArthurYou don't know how you feelAre you a dream?Are you for real?Cause you don't ever slow downTo find what you lost or losewhat you foundNo one's saying what you need to hearYou've been loved You've been lovedYou've been loved You've been lovedYou've been loved You've been lovedIt's always hard to admitMost days you feel like you don't existTemptation sneaks past </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/1983585618925273537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=1983585618925273537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/1983585618925273537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/1983585618925273537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/11/youve-been-loved-joseph-arthur-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-116274775307795017</id><published>2006-11-06T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:50.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was out on a field. it was dark out. and then for the first time ever in my life, i see a star and was captivated by its beauty. its light shimmers and gives a sense of hope and wonder. it made me realise that i've been living in the dark all along (cause thats what stars sometimes do). naturally, i took a ladder and tried to get it or at least be closer to it. i propped the ladder. and climbed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/116274775307795017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=116274775307795017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/116274775307795017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/116274775307795017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-out-on-field.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-116244092941710492</id><published>2006-11-02T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:50.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the game that never ends,Yes it goes on and on my friendsSome people started playing it not knowing what it wasAnd they'll continue playing it forever just becauseThis is the game that never ends.... (continue ad infinitum)hahah..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/116244092941710492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=116244092941710492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/116244092941710492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/116244092941710492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-game-that-never-ends-yes-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-116173718895966358</id><published>2006-10-25T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:50.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im in love with caridee from cycle 7 America's next top model!! omg, she's hot. check her out! shes the one acting the dumbblonde.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/116173718895966358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=116173718895966358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/116173718895966358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/116173718895966358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-in-love-with-caridee-from-cycle-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-116082424603209568</id><published>2006-10-14T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:50.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know how sometimes you come across an animal and you go "wow! i didnt know such an animal existed. thats really special". That happened a few years ago when i saw a pic of the slow loris. it also happened when i saw a mouse deer at the zoo when i was young. im pretty sure it happen when i saw a malaysian tapir too. that sense of awe happened again today. Ladies and gentlemen, i present to you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/116082424603209568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=116082424603209568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/116082424603209568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/116082424603209568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-know-how-sometimes-you-come-across.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-116053282750699767</id><published>2006-10-11T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:50.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh where, oh where, could my ah dohn be?i miss ah dohn. do all dogs really go to heaven? when i see the pictures of the renaissance masters depict heaven, you dont really see a dog running around at the feet of god do you.. nor does the bible talk about animals in heaven. so where do they go?! really, where do they go? on a semi unrelated and random note, i saw this line somewhere. 'God said to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/116053282750699767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=116053282750699767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/116053282750699767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/116053282750699767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-where-oh-where-could-my-ah-dohn-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-116038884642147285</id><published>2006-10-09T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:50.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eat your collective hearts out Sylvester and Hardy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/116038884642147285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=116038884642147285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/116038884642147285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/116038884642147285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/10/eat-your-collective-hearts-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115944172442828101</id><published>2006-09-28T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:50.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to the royal melbourne fair yesterday. it happens once a year for 2 weeks. took a train down from flinder street station to showgrounds station. apparently showgrounds station is in operation once a year for the RMF. and i saw the BIGGEST FREAKING COW EVER at the fair.  zzz it was so freaking huge it looked like a hamster enlarged. we also saw a sheep give birth. she took like 10 mins before</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115944172442828101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115944172442828101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115944172442828101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115944172442828101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/09/went-to-royal-melbourne-fair-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115910013274031209</id><published>2006-09-24T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:50.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If i had 8 arms, like that indian god, 2 of them would always be around you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115910013274031209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115910013274031209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115910013274031209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115910013274031209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-i-had-8-arms-like-that-indian-god-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115881158585496266</id><published>2006-09-21T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:50.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations dominic, you are 73% not Malaysian.  That means you're as Malaysian as... Guy Sebastian ! How Un-Malaysian Are You?  hahaha. this quiz is super funny..im giggling to myself in the school lab. im as unmalaysian guy sebastian. lol. now to try to be as unmalaysian as michael jackson.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115881158585496266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115881158585496266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115881158585496266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115881158585496266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/09/congratulations-dominic-you-are-73-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115839227373064420</id><published>2006-09-16T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:49.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can't stop listening to this song man.. and when i stop playing it, it goes on still in my head. its really.. good."I Will Follow You Into The Dark" -Deathcab for CutieLove of mine some day you will dieBut I'll be close behindI'll follow you into the darkNo blinding light or tunnels to gates of whiteJust our hands clasped so tightWaiting for the hint of a sparkIf Heaven and Hell decideThat they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115839227373064420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115839227373064420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115839227373064420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115839227373064420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/09/cant-stop-listening-to-this-song-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115797808001194228</id><published>2006-09-11T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:49.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to those who died on sept 11, 5 years ago, the brave, the selfless or the good samaritan. rest in peace.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115797808001194228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115797808001194228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115797808001194228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115797808001194228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-those-who-died-on-sept-11-5-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115797623962615478</id><published>2006-09-11T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:49.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>being alone in melbourne is not easy. yet its good for me as a person. does that make sense? and when i get back, i want to show him to you. i am not longer the kid.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115797623962615478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115797623962615478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115797623962615478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115797623962615478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/09/being-alone-in-melbourne-is-not-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115712810824641518</id><published>2006-09-01T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:49.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IndigNation Singapores Gay Pride Festival, just ended.. This year is its second year it's been held. and especially important i think.. after the elections and the banning of the Nation Party. the society that organised it is PLU ("people like us" focuses on public education and gay issues advocacy) who hasnt been able to register themselves as a legitimate organisation in the Societies Act cause</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115712810824641518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115712810824641518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115712810824641518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115712810824641518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/09/indignation-singapores-gay-pride.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115703242075175007</id><published>2006-08-31T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:49.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, this is how bored i ammary lee: eel armylee mun yu: ulu enemyjoyce seah: a cheesy jo, jay echoeswilliam ng: am willing (cool!)daniels segaff lee: a fadeless feeling (neat)margaret lee: arm, leg eater     or   mega late erranna chee sin yen: canes nine hyena (she has 9 children)francis lee: nice flares</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115703242075175007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115703242075175007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115703242075175007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115703242075175007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-this-is-how-bored-i-am-mary-lee-eel.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115685892373775201</id><published>2006-08-29T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:49.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>anagrams.. you know what they are.. they are a type of word play (Greek ana- = "back" or "again", and graphein = "to write"), the result of rearranging the letters of a word or phrase to produce other words, using all the original letters exactly once. the "aim of the game" is to discover a result that has a meaning on the original that is humourous or maybe ironic. an example? The Morse code = </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115685892373775201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115685892373775201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115685892373775201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115685892373775201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/08/anagrams.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115658486525477097</id><published>2006-08-26T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:49.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here's one picture of us at elaine's wedding. wooohoo.. hello pretty people. yes you are!! no, you are.. NO, YOU ARE! SO PRETTY.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115658486525477097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115658486525477097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115658486525477097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115658486525477097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/08/heres-one-picture-of-us-at-elaines.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115658411001610517</id><published>2006-08-26T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:49.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bought a few cool vintage tees at this vintage store in the city. they're from the 80s. omg... they are damn nice lah! and cause its vintage, its also damn cheap lah!!! like $20 each. what a good find man!! the one on the right is damn old-school.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115658411001610517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115658411001610517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115658411001610517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115658411001610517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/08/bought-few-cool-vintage-tees-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115643145273803585</id><published>2006-08-24T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:49.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a warrant officer's dad passed away, his dads funeral was yesterday. if that wasnt devastating enough, his mom had a heart failure at the funeral and died in the hospital. to make things worse, he's the only son and hes not married. what a curveball.sometimes you just dont know what to say to comfort a person or make things better. no "look on the bright side of things", no "things will get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115643145273803585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115643145273803585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115643145273803585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115643145273803585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/08/warrant-officers-dad-passed-away-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115633360877640685</id><published>2006-08-23T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:49.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if everytime i thought of you,i muttered your name under my breath,the whole world would haveknown your name by now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115633360877640685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115633360877640685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115633360877640685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115633360877640685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-everytime-i-thought-of-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115616597986451360</id><published>2006-08-21T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:48.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>south yarra, only 2 stops away from central melbourne by train, is pretty damn beautiful.along chapel street, there're niche clothing shops and cafes and pubs, selling salads, and pizzas and pastries. real food food.. not just pretty food. or if you're just in for a cappucino or a beer, you could do that. and you'll be tempted to.. cause the cafes are just really beautiful. if thats a word to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115616597986451360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115616597986451360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115616597986451360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115616597986451360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/08/south-yarra-only-2-stops-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115590316712588546</id><published>2006-08-18T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:38:36.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont really know what to write.. but i'll try to write something.. trying hard to catch up with maths and chemistry. (maths is kicking my ass, yo) bio is easy, considering ive never take it before in my life and i'm actually scoring.people at school are ok.. hanging out with the off-center people. haha. cause im kinda off myself.I hate the singaporeans man. the girls bitchy and gossipy and look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115590316712588546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115590316712588546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115590316712588546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115590316712588546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-really-know-what-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115572914959287471</id><published>2006-08-16T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:48.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this guy is a genius.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGkAAG2_-EIand this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjoLmNIa2Rc&amp;NR i'm in love.only when you're away from home does the simple pleasures of a bowl of warm soup or a home made meal becomes apparant.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115572914959287471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115572914959287471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115572914959287471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115572914959287471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-guy-is-genius.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115505030745295364</id><published>2006-08-08T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:48.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 days ago, i was cooking steak and i set off the smoke alarm -_-''i panicked, cause i remembered the landlord tell me that if the fire truck comes, i'll have to pay a fine of $1600. anyway, luckily i had a friend with me at that time and he started fanning the smoke detector.. haha. apparently, the fire truck would only come after the alarm has beeped for like 2 mins..Finally, FINALLY! managed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115505030745295364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115505030745295364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115505030745295364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115505030745295364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/08/2-days-ago-i-was-cooking-steak-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115488418099187715</id><published>2006-08-07T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:48.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for those of you who sent me off at the airport: thanks.. :) i love you all so much.i've settled down, the dust is gone.. got a place of my own, i know my way around school and the city, i go to the victoria market on weekends to buy groceries and fresh food and make my own dinners. rice is so bothersome to cook!i didnt post sooner cause.. i didnt want to write about melbourne and jinx it and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115488418099187715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115488418099187715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115488418099187715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115488418099187715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-those-of-you-who-sent-me-off-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115329269919826844</id><published>2006-07-19T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:48.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was the last night in camp.. almost asleep then there was a conversation going with a friend.glenn: i dont remember what its like to sleep in the afternoon without having to be worried if someone catches you doing it. me: i dont remember whats it like to be able to talk to people and you dont have to put up with stupidity or unreasonableness.glenn: there was a time you never have to put a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115329269919826844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115329269919826844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115329269919826844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115329269919826844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-was-last-night-in-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115274746311250693</id><published>2006-07-13T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:48.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wake with a jolt. it's 630, soldier's habit. but what is this emotion that grips me, and cause me to bend over and curl forwards like a stroke and i cannot move. what is this emotion that i cannot name from some strange  strata of human consciousness; my mind is able to think and articulate normally, unlike in anger or sadness. but my heart seems leaden, heavy it makes breathing difficult. it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115274746311250693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115274746311250693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115274746311250693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115274746311250693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wake-with-jolt.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115253657592043497</id><published>2006-07-10T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:48.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>unit maintenance day. everyone had to clean the building. clear drains, sweep leaves, clean walls, hose the stairs.. etc. i and glenn were on the roof, assigned to pick up leaves that had fallen/accumulated over the years. there were a few saplings, but we let them be. how tough it must be growing on concrete already without having someone to pull you up roots and all. we thought they made the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115253657592043497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115253657592043497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115253657592043497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115253657592043497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/07/unit-maintenance-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115253209907083924</id><published>2006-07-10T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:48.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyondany experience,your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,or which i cannot touch because they are too nearyour slightest look easily will unclose methough i have closed myself as fingers,you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first roseor if your wish be to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115253209907083924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115253209907083924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115253209907083924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115253209907083924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/07/somewhere-i-have-never-travelledgladly.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115202461304220993</id><published>2006-07-04T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:48.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a little while from nowIf I'm not feeling any less sourI promise myself to treat myselfAnd visit a nearby towerAnd climbing to the top will throw myself offIn an effort to make it clear to whoeverWhat it's like when you're shatteredLeft standing in the lurch at a churchWhere people saying: "My God, that's tough""She stood him up""No point in us remaining""We may as well go home"As I did on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115202461304220993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115202461304220993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115202461304220993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115202461304220993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-little-while-from-now-if-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115117912547489876</id><published>2006-06-25T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:48.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm gonna ORD in a month and today is my 2 year anniversary in the army!!!!!!! yay. thats a pretty freaking long time. from bmt, where they shaved our heads and made us leopard crawl through mud and made us dig trenches till blisters bleed, to enjoying the beautiful night sky and air in tekong, and then to entering our parent unit, figuring out what can be done and what can't and how to flout </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115117912547489876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115117912547489876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115117912547489876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115117912547489876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-gonna-ord-in-month-and-today-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-115072871402756018</id><published>2006-06-19T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:47.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a friend of mine got married last weekend.. man i love her. is that why i felt a tinge of sadness when i saw her walking down the isle? its kinda like sending a sister away ainnit. anyway, amid that silver of nostalgia and melancoly (i remember being in sec one, and us passing notes to one another; how did i not see that as a yellow card for my impending sexuality?!) I was reminded of a fairytale</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/115072871402756018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=115072871402756018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115072871402756018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/115072871402756018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/06/friend-of-mine-got-married-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-114969087435992606</id><published>2006-06-07T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:47.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tell me where is fancy bred,Or in the heart or in the head?How begot, how norished?        Reply, reply.It's engender'd in the eyes,With gazing fed; and fancy diesIn the cradle where it lies.        Let us ring fancy's knell:        I'll begin it, - Ding, dong, bell.Ding, dong, bell.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/114969087435992606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=114969087435992606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114969087435992606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114969087435992606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/06/tell-me-where-is-fancy-bred-or-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-114917034448374547</id><published>2006-06-01T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:47.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.~Matt 6:25-34</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/114917034448374547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=114917034448374547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114917034448374547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114917034448374547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/06/therefore-do-not-worry-about-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-114916993203679557</id><published>2006-06-01T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:47.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant get enough of this song... i'm pretty sure it's from his new album. take a gander at it.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hBfPeqG0dI&amp;search=kissgoodbye</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/114916993203679557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=114916993203679557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114916993203679557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114916993203679557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-cant-get-enough-of-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-114857128891785188</id><published>2006-05-25T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:47.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so an anti-pronography bill in Jakatar is being reviewed in jakatar. right. with thousands thronging the streets last week attesting their approval for it for fear of it being rejected. Although most of the nation's Muslims are moderate, some Islamic-based political parties say "globalisation is chipping away at the country's moral fibre". hahah. right.. way to go, blaming globalisation for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/114857128891785188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=114857128891785188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114857128891785188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114857128891785188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-anti-pronography-bill-in-jakatar-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-114787308035084236</id><published>2006-05-17T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:47.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So American Idol has come down to the final 3.. I've miss quite a bit of the show.. anyway its come down to Elliot, Taylor and Catharine. If you've not watched the show, you've missed out of most of the good stuff.. cause it just down to the final 2 next week and the final 2 arn't always the best singers of the season.Anyway, the reason i'm writing this post was because, though i'm not a fan of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/114787308035084236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=114787308035084236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114787308035084236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114787308035084236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-american-idol-has-come-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-114658336900308686</id><published>2006-05-02T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:47.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9UhHpxKWwg&amp;search=madtv%20surveyshe's comic genius, this lady.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6BHJGx-UCw&amp;search=dotlol. Dot! watch when you want a laugh..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/114658336900308686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=114658336900308686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114658336900308686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114658336900308686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-114614871503645468</id><published>2006-04-27T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:47.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we dont need better weapons in the army. we just need english lessons!this morning, i fell out of my chair laughing when i read an email by a lieutenant. he wrote "..with 39 SCE a close second. but heads up, and we will dominant the events with Will and Preservation!!" lol. what lauguage is this!?!?! lol!or maybe he meant we really have to preserve ourselves. in which case it makes sense, doesn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/114614871503645468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=114614871503645468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114614871503645468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114614871503645468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-dont-need-better-weapons-in-army.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-114519794526878314</id><published>2006-04-16T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:47.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a whirlwind, the last few days. i think i may need to take a step back and take a breather. brought jeremy to the bali party. he met my family and cousins and everyone. wow. thought i'd be stressed out. i mean, meeting my family!! yeah it was great. there were so many laughs, the wedding/church ceremony by the beach was a heady, glam in berms affair like a RalphLauren commercial, full of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/114519794526878314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=114519794526878314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114519794526878314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114519794526878314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-whirlwind-last-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-114277919304407827</id><published>2006-03-19T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:46.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm having trouble disrupting!! argh, stupid army.. so many rules... i've served 2 years already man.. give me a break.fft: if our god is about love, this is no wrong kind of love is there? it feels pure, child-like, not of greed and is selfless, in and about itself. no matter what the cynics say.. i hate to talk bout religion..and or god, it's a personal topic and journey.St John of the Cross </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/114277919304407827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=114277919304407827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114277919304407827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114277919304407827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-having-trouble-disrupting-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-114182890717344283</id><published>2006-03-08T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:46.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my first week back in camp after 6 weeks.. and i'm reminded how mundane army life is.. waking up early, doing things people ask you too.. but its nice to see some faces again though some are gone and some close ones clearing leave already. i'm like the most lao chao now ok!? dont play play! not that it means anything to me, i'm still a slacker. haha.when i got back, some guys came up to me to hug</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/114182890717344283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=114182890717344283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114182890717344283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114182890717344283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-week-back-in-camp-after-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-114182688540019562</id><published>2006-03-08T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:46.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You've got that look againThe one I hoped I had when I was a ladYour face is just beamingYour smile got me boasting, my pulse roller-coastering</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/114182688540019562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=114182688540019562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114182688540019562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114182688540019562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/03/youve-got-that-look-again-one-i-hoped.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-114141572806112866</id><published>2006-03-04T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:46.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not only did they make Patrick Hall leave last week, they had to kick David Radford this week too!? why? whywyhwhyywhwhy? You bastards!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/114141572806112866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=114141572806112866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114141572806112866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114141572806112866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-only-did-they-make-patrick-hall.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-114133252561498055</id><published>2006-03-03T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:46.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>havent updated in a while.. sorry. (since valentine's day!) just finished a great book. it's called Everything is Illuminated by jonathan safran foer. bout an american jewish boy going to ukraine to look for a woman who saved his grandpa from the nazi's but all he has is a photo of her when she was young. so he sets of, with the help of alex, who translates for him, but completely butchers the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/114133252561498055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=114133252561498055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114133252561498055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/114133252561498055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/03/havent-updated-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-113986662331186045</id><published>2006-02-14T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:46.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dad came home today and showed me a check. i dont think he's ever won that much in his life. a hole in one at a competition. who would have thought? some people never get one all their lives. maybe a 1/10000 chance in competitions? just when i thought things couldnt get worse financially for us.. he gets a hole in one? and he was supposed to go to office today and speak to the bank about selling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/113986662331186045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=113986662331186045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/113986662331186045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/113986662331186045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/02/dad-came-home-today-and-showed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-113957201618713684</id><published>2006-02-10T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:46.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was watching american idol on tv yesterday. this guy gave me goosebumps. in a really really good way. wish i could hear him finish the song. he's so good. wonder how far he'll go in the competition..http://www.youtube.com/w/American-Idol-5---Patrick-Hall?v=jsmVEA1fVdc</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/113957201618713684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=113957201618713684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/113957201618713684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/113957201618713684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-watching-american-idol-on-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-113935843441606607</id><published>2006-02-08T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:46.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>during lunar new year, my family and i were at my aunt's place for lunch on the second day. it's a tradition thing, we always go there for lunch on the second day. we're not really foodies, unless you count cantonese comfort food. but lunch there is always perfect. anyway, we were at the table and then i asked mom if we were going over to joan's godparent's house after that. i HATE going there. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/113935843441606607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=113935843441606607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/113935843441606607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/113935843441606607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/02/during-lunar-new-year-my-family-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-113935560725760591</id><published>2006-02-08T07:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:46.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dr. Bell gave me an extension of my mc. i'm now on mc till mid march. i guess thats good news. thats 2 months of medical leave.. expecially considering now that i dont have much time left. i've begun to start doing things i dont take time to do. i look forward to it but at the same time, it feels like a death sentence for my social life.oh come on dom. its not like there are no cute guys in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/113935560725760591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=113935560725760591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/113935560725760591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/113935560725760591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/02/dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-113926020260774381</id><published>2006-02-07T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:46.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>overheard in new yorkWoman: We'll have the perfectly peanut butter sundae.Store girl: Okay, sure.Husband: Come on, you know i fucking hate the taste of peanut butter!Woman: Are you kidding me? I ate your jizz just a couple of hours ago, I think               you eating the icecream i want would be a decent fucking compromise!Store girl: ...Um..Yeah, ok. so.. i'm taking that as extra peanut butter</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/113926020260774381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=113926020260774381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/113926020260774381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/113926020260774381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/02/overheard-in-new-york-woman-well-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306291.post-113891413199731501</id><published>2006-02-03T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:02:46.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont wanna jinx it. i like you very much :)weeeeeeee.....~~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/feeds/113891413199731501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6306291&amp;postID=113891413199731501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/113891413199731501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306291/posts/default/113891413199731501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldoaktree.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-wanna-jinx-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035796363118486446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
