<?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-6026753394952275746</id><updated>2011-09-21T19:58:05.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-2575516122660717509</id><published>2011-03-14T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T06:31:06.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to send a text to all my friends to say I'm sorry for anything that I've done or said that have hurt them. However, I never had the guts to do so. I can only try to say it here hope that they will all read it. Here goes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologise for all the that I've said and done that had hurt you all. I've been having difficulties with my studies and work and my life but it was no excuse to throw it all on you guys. However, I'm still having struggling to lighten up to my usual self again. Please bare with me. I hope that you will all forgive me. Please send me a text if you do. Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-2575516122660717509?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/2575516122660717509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-always-wanted-to-send-text-to-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2575516122660717509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2575516122660717509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-always-wanted-to-send-text-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-8343728275895069071</id><published>2011-03-07T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:08:14.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to be able to talk to you about anything and everything. Until you started to ignore me for the past which was years ago. Since then, I've started to ignore and isolate myself from others because I will end up scolding them. I wanted to be happy as before but its not easy wearing a fake happy mask and talk to people. I tried but i failed~ Many has always been telling me to forget about the past and move on. They just make it sound so easy. People created the line "It's easier said than done." for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;             However, it is also not comfortable to isolate myself because I'm so use to being the talkative type. I would still like to have some human companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back to work and be frustrated about things~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-8343728275895069071?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/8343728275895069071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-used-to-be-able-to-talk-to-you-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/8343728275895069071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/8343728275895069071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-used-to-be-able-to-talk-to-you-about.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-2123664659985353437</id><published>2011-03-06T04:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T04:05:12.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orderofthewhitelion.com/Signs%20owl/Pic.designedtoat.com.jpg" width="146" height="193" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I remember"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And so we come to Pisces, the last of the cycle of signs and associated with the phase of Old Age. This conjures up the gentleness and frailty of the elderly, yet also the wisdom and understanding that they have gleaned through the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Many of us have looked after, or at least &lt;em&gt;seen&lt;/em&gt; the very old in close contact. As time goes on, they can become particularly sensitive and emotional, as if the responsibilities of the world weigh heavy on their hearts, and the dreams they once had have been lost or broken. Their faculties are no longer so good as they were, &lt;a href="http://www.columbia.edu/~leg22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orderofthewhitelion.com/Signs%20owl/Pis.old-man.jpg" width="120" height="231" border="0" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and their eyesight, hearing and strength is dissolving. Often they are frightened by this experience for it becomes difficult for them to look after themselves without outside support. It can be saddening to see, for they are innately wise, yet somehow alone with their wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Inspite of their age, these people haven't really changed in the way they look at the world. They still feel the joys and heartbreaks like anyone else, yet more so, for they have lived through it all and seen the errors of history returning in many different ways, and still the same mistakes are repeated. And so they find themselves becoming more the quiet observers of life; philosophical and peaceful, for they have discovered that everyone must learn from their own experience, and anyway, nobody is that interested in listening to their advice anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;In this last phase of life the "shell" - which is the physical body - prepares to release the soul and free the spiritual essence from the restrictions of the earthly plane. Some old people worry about death and cling to life for fear of what lies before them, yet others feel ready to let go, and are at peace with the change, for they inwardly know that the end of physical life brings about a better existence and new spiritual beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orderofthewhitelion.com/images/Favourites/angbar.gif" width="400" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Planet that governs this sign is &lt;a href="http://www.orderofthewhitelion.com/Astrology@/Planets@/Neptune.html"&gt;Neptune,&lt;/a&gt; and the element associated is &lt;a href="http://www.orderofthewhitelion.com/theelements@/Elementwater.htm"&gt;Water&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orderofthewhitelion.com/Planetimages/Neptune/neptuneglyph.jpg" width="99" height="112" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Neptune is ethereal and illusive, echoing the qualities of the hidden movement of the sea, whilst water is fluid, adaptable, and refreshing, taking on the shape of whatever contains it.The combination of these two forces is emotionally immense, yet hidden and mysterious in power, bringing a highly spiritual and mystical side to the character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pisceans are deeply sensitive and mysterious in nature; often tranquil and gentle on the surface, but with hidden, sweeping undercurrents of emotion swirling beneath. They are very easily hurt, and these feelings can rise to storm within them, surging on the tides of distress which they find hard to contain. They do not have the same cool, outward control of Cancer or Scorpio - the two other water signs - and find difficulty &lt;img src="http://www.orderofthewhitelion.com/Signs%20owl/wave1.gif" name="testing" width="284" height="207" align="right" id="testing" /&gt;protecting themselves, for their feelings are rarely suppressed, which leaves them extremely vulnerable and open to being swamped by events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just like many old people, they often suffer from irrational fears, with a tendency to run away from the harsher realities of life, preferring to recede into their own secret, escapist world, and leave the pain of confrontation to others more volatile than themselves. Upheavals are abhorrent to them, and stay with them for days but, it is not always understood, that they absorb all kinds of atmospheres like a sponge and, just as the power of the sea takes time to settle after a storm, so Pisces people need to be allowed time and space alone, to recover their inner calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;However, this same wealth of strong emotion also inspires this sign to encompass the fragile and more intangible moments, that can often pass unnoticed in a busy, hectic life. They find infinite pleasure in the simple things, like the smile of a stranger, the touch of a child, or the tweet of a bird as it feathers its nest. And these moments they store in their treasure house of memories, to be opened again on a gloomy night. Thus, their gentle hearts are full of both the sorrows and the joys of life, that others can so easily forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orderofthewhitelion.com/Signs%20owl/pisces3.jpg" width="92" height="77" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Symbol of Pisces is of two fishes and, if you look carefully, you will see that they are joined together and pulling in opposite directions. The fish represents the Spiritual being swimming in the rivers of initiation, that ultimately leads to the Cosmic Sea of a greater life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This same symbol has become linked with Christianity for, around 2,000 years ago, the Precession of the Equinoxes brought humanity into the Age of Pisces. And thus Jesus - who appeared at that time as the image of human kind - came to represent &lt;img src="http://www.orderofthewhitelion.com/Signs%20owl/piscemd.jpg" width="291" height="177" align="right" /&gt;the gentle fish, sacrificed on the altar of Initiation; the awakening of &lt;a href="http://www.orderofthewhitelion.com/Religion@/Soulconsc.html"&gt;Christ Consciousness&lt;/a&gt; or enlightenment, and the final Ascension into the astral waters of Cosmic Light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Note:- Humanity has had to face this process as we moved slowly into the Age of Aquarius - The Age of Enlightenment - but this particular transformation heralds the coming of the Son of Man, and &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; moment of enlightenment will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be confined just to the astral worlds, but &lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt; here on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The image of two fishes pulling in opposite directions is symbolic of this spiritual transformation, and old people too have to deal with the same opposing forces - the urge to cling to life, and the acceptance of death. People at this age can rarely analyse their fears. They just feel the tugging in their soul that seems determined to pull them into the unknown. It is more a "sense" of fear; of trying to cling onto reality, but being drawn intangibly to the impressions and fantasies of another inner world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And so this gentle fish is pulled two ways, caught between the tangible and intangible worlds - certainty, and the inevitability of uncertainty. Thus the old person hankers after their youth, yet seeks to face the inevitable, by preparing themselves for death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orderofthewhitelion.com/images/Favourites/angbar.gif" width="400" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you can understand all this, then you may also understand some of the fears and isolation that can face the &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; Piscean. Everything is rather like a dissolving mirror before them, which can lead them into much confusion as to what the future will bring. They have inner senses that are not easy to explain, and a wider appreciation of the strange and unseen than any other sign. This can leave them feeling that they are never quite walking on solid ground, for they are incarnate in a physical and logical world that often rejects such things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;This sign is both etherial and compassionate, with a wisdom not born from the intellect, but drawn from the residue of memories held close in their heart. They are the dreamers of the zodiac; romantics who long for tenderness and tranquility, yet are greatly moved by the sorrows of a struggling society.They are exceptionally refined, and greatly offended by anything coarse and uncouth, preferring to live in a world of dignity and peace, and their deep spiritual orientation often leads them into reclusive or monastic lives, away from the more basic confrontations of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Indeed, these are the most gentle of people; full of love and deep sensitivity, as they attempt, somewhat fearfully, to respond with grace to the tides of change. Their illlusive world makes them masters of disguise, and they can become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;inspired musicians, story tellers, dream interpreters, illusionists, mime artists, mediums, clairvoyants, poets, or anything to do with fantasy and imagination. Their compassion for people also makes them dedicated healers and charity workers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The element water associated with this sign &lt;img src="http://www.orderofthewhitelion.com/Signs%20owl/Pisc.Wildwave.jpg" width="200" height="131" align="absmiddle" /&gt;can be likened to the rolling breakers that sweep across the shore; beautiful in their power, and mysterious in their depth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orderofthewhitelion.com/Signs%20owl/Pisces1.jpg" width="308" height="350" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pisces arrives in the closing month of winter, when the whole of the year's cycle dissolves and finally comes to an end. It is a time that is neither Winter nor Spring, but that no-man's land between the two, just as Old Age , is the no-man's land between life and death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And so, as winter fades, making way for the rebirth of existence in springtime, so Pisces seeks to adapt, and understand the intangibility of change, as they listen to the ethereal music of the soul that governs their inner being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And they realise, in their sweet peace, that &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; nature is one, and has its very own song, for it travels far beyond the physical world in response to the echoing call of another existence; another day of life, in another time, and another place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Each sign has its part to play in the evolutionary cycle, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pisces people are the &lt;em&gt;mystical guides &lt;/em&gt;in a life of harsh reality; the &lt;em&gt;inspired artists&lt;/em&gt; of a secret inner dream that lies hidden in all our hearts, and the &lt;em&gt;spiritual gatekeepers&lt;/em&gt; of a passing Age, gently opening the way between this world and the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-2123664659985353437?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/2123664659985353437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/03/pisces-fish-feb-19-mar-20-old-age-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2123664659985353437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2123664659985353437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/03/pisces-fish-feb-19-mar-20-old-age-i.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-2028791737850898462</id><published>2011-03-06T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:13:21.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like it's no point continuing with this course based on my results and studies status. I've spent almost a month thinking what is the best decision for my future. I was thinking of withdrawing from this course and start fresh again. But how do I tell my parents about this? My dad is never the understanding kind of person but he is however the one who pays for my college. If I tell my mum, I don't know what she will think. Will she be mad at me? Will she support me? Will she scold me for being useless? I only have a few hours left to decide whether I want to continue or not. If I want to withdraw then I won't have to use RM 400 to pay for my resit exams. If I do then I have to pay by tomorrow. I wish there was someone I could talk to and give me a good solution rather than just keep telling my that everything is gonna be alright. Please lah~ Only people with no solution will tell another this crap talk. If everything will be alright then I wouldn't be in this position in the first place. If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-2028791737850898462?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/2028791737850898462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-feel-like-its-no-point-continuing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2028791737850898462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2028791737850898462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-feel-like-its-no-point-continuing.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-7755691433574338590</id><published>2011-03-04T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T05:24:35.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just too tired to carry on with this. Every time I come online in facebook, I see things that I don't want to see. Which is why I kept myself from coming online for the past few days. I didn't even wanna reply those who text or called me. I have my reasons for doing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-7755691433574338590?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/7755691433574338590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-just-too-tired-to-carry-on-with-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/7755691433574338590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/7755691433574338590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-just-too-tired-to-carry-on-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-2929970460479393560</id><published>2011-02-24T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T04:55:51.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you people remember when your longest phone conversation was? I do. It was from 2am to 6am in KLIA. I started talking to this person on the phone from the moment I got on the bus and then we texted for 15 minutes because I have to get down from the bus and get my bags. Then we continued talking while my flight is at 7am. I was pacing through and forth the airport for gate A to gate B back to gate A again. Still, I never feel tired or sleepy although everyone else were sleeping while waiting for the flight. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the call, we talked about almost everything and anything. This person is one hard headed 'degil' person. I kept on pestering that person to sleep early as it was almost 4am but that person kept kept on saying, "I duwan! It's okay lah. Tomorrow also no school. And I wanna talk to you." with that cute and 'manja' voice. That person always manages to change to topic and continue talking without me realizing it. And that person is also the only person who knows me really well. Nobody will know when something is wrong except this person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time passes really very fast when you are enjoying the moment. I wish that moment would stop right where it is. At least just slow down. But that moment has passed. I know that this will be a memory to that person and I. Although I may hope for that moment to happen again but as the saying goes, "Good things will never come twice." You people won't know how much I hope to prove that saying as wrong as it can get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-2929970460479393560?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/2929970460479393560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-you-people-remember-when-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2929970460479393560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2929970460479393560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-you-people-remember-when-your.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-352250055672751792</id><published>2011-02-24T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T04:11:21.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been having insomnia for almost a week now. Losing concentration and energy. Today I fell asleep during work due to lack of sleep. As a result, I got scolded of course. I don't understand what's the point in asking me to wash my face. It never works. I'll still feel sleepy. I can only stare at the papers and slowly drop my eyes waiting for another scolding. Do I have that many things to think about? NO. I only have 2 things to think about and I can never get it out of my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-352250055672751792?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/352250055672751792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-been-having-insomnia-for-almost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/352250055672751792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/352250055672751792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-been-having-insomnia-for-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-4701805247083287915</id><published>2011-02-24T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T03:46:25.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll back off. I just want us to remain the way it was before any this happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-4701805247083287915?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/4701805247083287915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/ill-back-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4701805247083287915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4701805247083287915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/ill-back-off.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-9001612202140177216</id><published>2011-02-23T04:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T04:58:05.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm reading your message over and over again. The more times I read it the more hurt I get. It's definitely my fault. I know I've been repeating this over and over again but it's a fact. It's not that I don't want to let you go but it's because I can't. All I will do is just love of you quietly and not pushing you to make any decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-9001612202140177216?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/9001612202140177216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-reading-your-message-over-and-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/9001612202140177216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/9001612202140177216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-reading-your-message-over-and-over.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-428406868377639808</id><published>2011-02-23T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T04:49:31.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; " &gt;Baby, I know you're hurting&lt;br /&gt;Right now you feel like you could never&lt;br /&gt;Love again&lt;br /&gt;Now all I ask is for one last chance&lt;br /&gt;To prove that I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first day&lt;br /&gt;That I saw your smiling face&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I knew that we would&lt;br /&gt;Be together forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; " &gt;When I asked you out&lt;br /&gt;You said no but I found out&lt;br /&gt;Darling that you'd been hurt&lt;br /&gt;You felt like you'd never love again&lt;br /&gt;I deserve a try honey just once&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance and I'll prove this all wrong&lt;br /&gt;You walked in, you were so quick to judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I'll never break your heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll never make you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die than live without you&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;Honey, that's no lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; " &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;I'll never break your heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll never make you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die than live without you&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;Honey, that's no lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;You will get to know me&lt;br /&gt;A little more better&lt;br /&gt;Girl that's the way love goes baby&lt;br /&gt;And I know you're afraid&lt;br /&gt;To let your feelings show&lt;br /&gt;And I understand&lt;br /&gt;Girl, it's time to let go&lt;br /&gt;I deserve a try honey&lt;br /&gt;Just once&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance and I'll prove this all wrong&lt;br /&gt;You walked in, you were so quick to judge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Darling why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;I'll never break your heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll never make you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die than live without you&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;Honey, that's no lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-428406868377639808?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/428406868377639808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-i-know-youre-hurting-right-now-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/428406868377639808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/428406868377639808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-i-know-youre-hurting-right-now-you.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-3860060257034289719</id><published>2011-02-23T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T03:57:15.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From what you wrote, it means that we still have feelings for each other. I'm not asking for you to take me back right away. We still have time and I will use that to get your trust back. I know it won't be easy but it's a chance I'm willing to take. You said I truly know you well but I want to truly know you best. I no longer want to put on the fake mask as I did before. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want to prove to you that the previous guy who hurt you will be the last guy who will hurt you. You said you don't dare to take the risk but I can assure you that the risk will be worth it if you take it. No matter how many months or years it takes, I'll be here. I just hope that you will reply my text again and just talk like normal again without any awkwardness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You may have ask me not to regret but it was my fault for hurting you and not appreciating the chance we had before this. It took us so long to get back together in 2007 but I simply bust that chance. Up till now, I feel a million stab in my heart when I think about how much I've hurt you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.        My birthday wish was for 'Star' and I to start everything all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S.    Everything went bad ever since I saw that post. Everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.P.S. To 'Star'- It's not your fault for what is happening now. It's my punishment for my&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;                                    wrong doings and I deserve it. So don't feel bad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-3860060257034289719?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/3860060257034289719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-what-you-wrote-it-means-that-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3860060257034289719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3860060257034289719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-what-you-wrote-it-means-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-3238029894217794171</id><published>2011-02-20T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T02:22:02.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Star wrote this: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes it’s better to push someone away, not because you stopped loving that someone but because there comes a point that you have to shield yourself from pain." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Are you referring that to me??? If only I were to ask you to read my blog. You must still be thinking that I am the same guy from high school. I am not him anymore. I've changed. I'm trying to ask for one last chance but the shield has already been raised. What's the point then? I did try giving up but I hope that my patience will be worth and it wont let me down. I'll be willing to use my time and energy to get things going again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;We were off with a great start since Chinese New Year. You were starting to open up to me again. What happen?? Why did you think of the past again after so many years? I know you might be thinking that I can let it go because I was the one who hurt you. You might not know that till this very day I am still regretting what I did. It hurts me so much to know that I've hurt you so deeply.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-3238029894217794171?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/3238029894217794171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/star-wrote-this-sometimes-its-better-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3238029894217794171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3238029894217794171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/star-wrote-this-sometimes-its-better-to.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-365466311958235972</id><published>2011-02-07T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T04:15:28.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We both know that I shouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;This is wrong&lt;br /&gt;And baby it's killin' me, it's killin' you&lt;br /&gt;Both of us tryin' to be strong&lt;br /&gt;I've got somewhere else to be&lt;br /&gt;Promises to keep&lt;br /&gt;Someone else who loves me&lt;br /&gt;And trusts me fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;There is no turning back&lt;br /&gt;She's been good to me&lt;br /&gt;And she deserves better than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to do&lt;br /&gt;To look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell you I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to lie&lt;br /&gt;To show no emotion&lt;br /&gt;When you start to cry&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you see&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;When my hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;And my heart's not free&lt;br /&gt;We're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to do&lt;br /&gt;To turn around and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Pretending I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;Fate has a place and time&lt;br /&gt;So you can get on with your life&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be cruel to be kind&lt;br /&gt;Like Dr. Zhivago&lt;br /&gt;All my love I'll be sending&lt;br /&gt;And you will never know&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there can be no happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to do&lt;br /&gt;To look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell you I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to lie&lt;br /&gt;To show no emotion&lt;br /&gt;When you start to cry&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you see&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;When my hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;And my heart's not free&lt;br /&gt;We're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to do&lt;br /&gt;To turn around and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Pretending I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe another time, another day&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to, I can't stay&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;There is no turning back&lt;br /&gt;She's been good to me&lt;br /&gt;And she deserves better than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to do&lt;br /&gt;To look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell you I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to lie&lt;br /&gt;To show no emotion&lt;br /&gt;When you start to cry&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you see&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;When my hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;And my heart's not free&lt;br /&gt;We're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to do&lt;br /&gt;To turn around and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Pretending I don't love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-365466311958235972?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/365466311958235972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-both-know-that-i-shouldnt-be-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/365466311958235972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/365466311958235972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-both-know-that-i-shouldnt-be-here.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-2733839006908317382</id><published>2011-02-06T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T09:18:20.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like I'm gonna be alone again. For a long time.......... Things seem to be looking very wrong since 27 December 2008. That was the night I went for National Service and the night I did the worst thing. Maybe I've been watching or reading too much about always having a back up. If I wasn't being so greedy and think properly, I didn't need that back up. I already had 'Star' waiting for me to come back from National Service but just 4 days before my birthday, I called 'Star' to talk to her. So happened that the 'Back up' posted about our status in her blog. I knew from that very  moment that it was over but I didn't want it to be. I tried begging her back but all trust was lost.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When 'Star' hung up the phone, I punched the wall till my hand bled but I was too sad to feel pain that time. I lost all appetite for 3 days in the camp and was admitted to the clinic because I was too weak. One of my camp trainer knew about my situation and gave me advise and support. I was back on my feet soon. I was determined to be the best male trainee there that I joined in to every single event and kept good relation with everyone. When the time came, the award was given to a malay who was caught stealing and smoking in camp. Talk about racism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From then on, I knew. There may be hard workers but there may not bring good outcome to them. Might as well give up when it gives you nothing. I've lost hope in practically everything. For the past few years, I've been failing in everything I do. At first I thought maybe I wasn't trying hard enough. Just last year, I tried very very hard to get what I wanted but turns out my theory was right. I was extremely close to totally giving up and just throw in the towel. My friends gave me some encouragement to keep going as it was about to end anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on but as I am, tears are rolling. It's better to stop now. I might continue talking about it in the future.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'Star'- When I look up at the clear night skies with stars and moon, I'll think of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-2733839006908317382?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/2733839006908317382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/looks-like-im-gonna-be-alone-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2733839006908317382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2733839006908317382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/looks-like-im-gonna-be-alone-again.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-690820175888696239</id><published>2011-02-01T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:54:57.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tomorrow Chinese New Year lu... I have a feeling its gonna be a quiet and boring one. Plus, the ang pau is gonna be small. Hopefully there will be something to do with my friends in that period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have nothing to upload for now. All I did for the week was cleaning, fixing, cleaning, helping, more cleaning, painting and more cleaning. And three days straight of badminton. It's actually quite tiring but i keep sleeping late and waking up early so I probably look like crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;P.S. I'm still missing you after so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-690820175888696239?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/690820175888696239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/tomorrow-chinese-new-year-lu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/690820175888696239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/690820175888696239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/02/tomorrow-chinese-new-year-lu.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-6321637912342805566</id><published>2011-01-26T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:33:34.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can someone help me do something about my blog???? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of problems with it which I dunno how to settle. I am a blog noob. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problems are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Cant change font&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Cant see my achives according to the months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-IF POSSIBLE change my background and theme =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know if you can help me. Much appreciated. =)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-6321637912342805566?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/6321637912342805566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-someone-help-me-do-something-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/6321637912342805566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/6321637912342805566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-someone-help-me-do-something-about.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-2396418424330785109</id><published>2011-01-26T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:30:13.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if you actually realize or believe this but I do miss you alot. I don't know if you're not giving me the chance or I'm not putting enough effort or you just don't want to for some reasons which I'm only guessing. I have no idea of what's happening or what's gonna happen. For some reasons I seem lost and weak in many aspects which I have no clue how to change it. I've always believed in 'karma' which I think is happening to me now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want in 'you' is for you to accept me as I am but at the same time control me. However, do not over-control. Just control me for my own good, not because you want me to. I want to get serious and committed now. My age is no longer with a '1' in front anymore. I've played and fool around enough. When I say I like you, I mean it now. It's no longer for the sake of letting people know that I can get any girl I want (not saying that I can). Don't try asking who 'you' are- I will let you know when I feel the time is right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LONG ENOUGH GUA NOW? =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-2396418424330785109?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/2396418424330785109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-know-if-you-actually-realize-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2396418424330785109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2396418424330785109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-know-if-you-actually-realize-or.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-5587640441035026288</id><published>2011-01-20T01:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T01:33:17.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I give up. Looks like I'm being punished for being what I was back in high school. Now looking back to those days it seem like I am a real bastard. It takes me about a year out of school to really look at things at a different angle. Starting the new life of an adult at the age of 18 is totally different from back in high school. Feels as though I'm not ready to face the outside world but I gotta face it anyway. However, what I'm talking about is mainly relationships. Don't wanna elaborate too much on it. Got some people sure will kepo to wanna know about it. Right?? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-5587640441035026288?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/5587640441035026288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/5587640441035026288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/5587640441035026288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-6077473390130494431</id><published>2011-01-19T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:43:59.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a lot of things on my mind. I wish to tell you about it but I don't feel like blogging about it. What isn't real just isn't real huh? Or is it just for certain reasons you don't want to make it real?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-6077473390130494431?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/6077473390130494431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-lot-of-things-on-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/6077473390130494431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/6077473390130494431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-lot-of-things-on-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-2977056452294916401</id><published>2011-01-13T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T00:18:37.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE NOTHING TO POST AT THE MOMENT. THERE IS NOTHING NEW TO TALK ABOUT. I AM JUST HAVING MY FINALS. THATS IT. CHEERS~~~  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily- Nah. Update jor lah. Happy? Happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-2977056452294916401?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/2977056452294916401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-nothing-to-post-at-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2977056452294916401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2977056452294916401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-nothing-to-post-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-4394426474247224165</id><published>2010-12-25T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T04:21:23.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! Im sorry for spamming :p&lt;br /&gt;Just helping to update? :D&lt;br /&gt;can delete after u see tis ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-4394426474247224165?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/4394426474247224165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-im-sorry-for-spamming-p-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4394426474247224165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4394426474247224165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-im-sorry-for-spamming-p-just.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-5421333886287628826</id><published>2010-05-20T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:46:45.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My second year in college has started for almost a week now. It's so much fun to see the guys and start crapping again. Everybody was still practically the same and so was I. The time table for this semester is kinda funny. On Monday and Tuesday, I'll have a 5 and 7 hour break. THAT LONG!!! We were all scratching our head thinking what we should do for that period of time. In the end we decided to sleep in the library. In between, I have an extra subject in hand that I'll be repeating this year. On Monday between that 7 hour break, I have a lecture for that extra subject. I thought that I will be going alone but instead, the guy decided to follow me into the lecture cause they know that I will be bored if I went in alone. Awesomes~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my exam results, I don't know what to say. I am unhappily satisfied with it because I did better than expected but I still failed for 2 subjects and I was kinda disappointed. However, the guys told me they were all proud of me for my results. Most importantly, my mum was satisfied with my results too. I thought she was gonna skin me alive . Whew~~~ But the sad part is I cant get a new phone cause I didn't get the cgpa my mum wanted me to. Lost by 0.5. DAMN~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-5421333886287628826?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/5421333886287628826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-second-year-in-college-has-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/5421333886287628826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/5421333886287628826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-second-year-in-college-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-3760737774939004384</id><published>2010-05-02T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:35:35.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;End of another semester&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yahoo?? Not really.. I practically had nothing to do at home other than going out at night and playing badminton all week long. Kinda bored of the same old routine. Although I've been working out quite often this week but I'm gaining weight!! T.T  I cant explain why this is happening. Its so frustrating to be gaining weight when I wanna lose it.&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, its just plain boring.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-3760737774939004384?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/3760737774939004384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-another-semester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3760737774939004384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3760737774939004384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-another-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-5727642731344645008</id><published>2010-04-15T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:53:28.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So far I'm doing fine for my exams. Although I only finished 2 papers for now, its a great feeling to know how much effort I'm giving and the accomplishment I'm hoping to make out of this exam. The next four papers are not gonna be easy but I'm gonna give it my best shot with the help of the rest of my college mates. I'm doing this for something that I want and for a challenge I'm giving myself. I'm tired of seeing all the C's and F's in the results. For once, I wanna start seeing A's and B's in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-5727642731344645008?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/5727642731344645008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-far-im-doing-fine-for-my-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/5727642731344645008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/5727642731344645008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-far-im-doing-fine-for-my-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-7136298478912813409</id><published>2010-03-25T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:16:57.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know if it's my luck or God decided to give me another chance to redeem myself for every wrong step I took before. I'm starting to study harder this semester compared to the 2 before this.(Shocking fact)&lt;br /&gt;And I managed to gather enough money to pay for my resit paper. It wasn't easy. I kept thinking many different ways to get the money and I finally did. At least I have 1 thing less to worry about but 4 extra subjects to worry about. When they say short sem they really mean short sem. Just like that I have only 2 weeks left to prepare for my exams. My confidence level is not so high because of the time I have left and the amount of subjects I have to settle with. Hopefully the guys can help me with it. I need this for next semester.&lt;br /&gt;For no apparent reason, my course rep appointed me to be the course sport manager today, Julian asked me to be his partner for the next O.O. Night; Publicity and Pr. Plus, I am the Pr. Manager for Mechatronics Society. It's gonna be 1 hell of a crazy + busy semester. At least it helps me learn how to manage my time between studies and social.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-7136298478912813409?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/7136298478912813409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-know-if-its-my-luck-or-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/7136298478912813409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/7136298478912813409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-know-if-its-my-luck-or-god.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-3049658262620428630</id><published>2010-03-19T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T06:02:21.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is really frustrating when you put in your best effort into something and the outcome is not a good news. For instance, I gave it my all into my studies last semester and i have to take 4 extra papers but still i failed another 4 papers. Which means that I have to put in more effort compared to my friends again. So far I'm still hanging on to the subjects for this semester. Hopefully, I can pass it all this time.&lt;br /&gt;Another problem that I am facing is money. To retake those 4 papers I need to pay RM320 which I do not have and its due monday. ARGH!!!!! How am I gonna get that kind of money??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-3049658262620428630?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/3049658262620428630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-really-frustrating-when-you-put.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3049658262620428630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3049658262620428630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-really-frustrating-when-you-put.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-8791213157391331812</id><published>2010-02-19T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:32:28.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me wishing myself birthday. Sounds sad. But it was okay. People I didnt expect to wish me did so. In facebook, those that I didnt know wished me as well. LOL!! Especially this morning, an old friend of mine, Yi Shan called me when I'm still in my sleep to wish me and we talked for over an hour. By that time I'm practically wide awake while she was yawning. From the moment my birthday started until now, 45 people had wished me. So I thank them with all my heart. Thanks guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the one person I hoped for did wish me but I felt that she wished me not that she wanted to, it was as though she did it unwillingly. I didnt feel happy about it cuz it didnt feel like it came from her heart. I guess u could say that my wish did came true but not in the way I was looking for. All she texted me was "Happy Birthday Sean". Big Whoops~~~ Replied her but its like she turned off her phone so that she wont have to read what I say. So, as a bottomline; Screw My Birthday!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-8791213157391331812?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/8791213157391331812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-sean-imagine-me-wishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/8791213157391331812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/8791213157391331812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-sean-imagine-me-wishing.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-112696889766594742</id><published>2010-02-10T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:06:35.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chinese New Year is just around the corner. Go straight, make a left turn then reach d. Dunno what the heck I'm talking about. LOL. The 6th day of CNY will be my birthday. Won't be looking forward to it. However, there are things i hope to recieve from certain people. To 'her': Although I know you wont contact me anymore or we may not even be friends anymore, I still hope that you can send me an sms just to wish me. That would make my birthday complete and I wont have to hope for any better way to have my birthday. I have a feeling that it wont be anything to be happy about on that day. My family wont even remember my birthday but I wont blame them. Its a celebration season. Most people will be busy celebrating CNY to remember another person's birthday. I know I would. I still remember Form 5 was the only time in my teenage years where there was a suprise for me in school. Before and after that there was never another. So I'm kinda used to the fact that not many people will remember or celebrate my birthday anymore...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-112696889766594742?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/112696889766594742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-is-just-around-corner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/112696889766594742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/112696889766594742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-is-just-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-4957437457163012993</id><published>2010-02-01T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T05:35:28.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm getting bored of rotting at home. Most of the guys are out of the states. Ding is in Penang, Bernard and Fong Sing are in Ipoh, Ah Kit, Jayson, Ching Yean are somewhere far. Julian is in Kajang. Basicly, I'm stuck alone with nothing to do. Wanted to catch up with all the movies I'm missing out. I usually like watching alone which many people thinks its weird. But lately I'm looking for someone to watch it with me. I'd prefer a movie addict cuz they know when to talk during the movie. Unlike some friends who keeps on talking throughout the movie which will make me lost track of what is going on in the movie. Hate it alot. Talk after the movie not DURING the movie guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-4957437457163012993?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/4957437457163012993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-getting-bored-of-rotting-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4957437457163012993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4957437457163012993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-getting-bored-of-rotting-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-6240611786279153035</id><published>2010-01-22T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:18:17.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are the rest of the poems. Enjoy~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;To my friend Ding,&lt;br /&gt;this is whats happening,&lt;br /&gt;I am commenting,&lt;br /&gt;about you cheating,&lt;br /&gt;don't you start laughing,&lt;br /&gt;I am not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say anything,&lt;br /&gt;just be listening,&lt;br /&gt;what makes you go thinking,&lt;br /&gt;that you are amazing?&lt;br /&gt;do you konw something?&lt;br /&gt;when you are sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;you sound like humping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To DMH's Ding,&lt;br /&gt;and to his darling,&lt;br /&gt;don't start cryin&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;g,&lt;br /&gt;this is all nothing,&lt;br /&gt;I am just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Ding Lik Suong&lt;br /&gt;From Sean How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I love you Ding,&lt;br /&gt;you are my everything,&lt;br /&gt;I call u darling,&lt;br /&gt;and also tweeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you my world is nothing,&lt;br /&gt;although you can be annoying,&lt;br /&gt;and also disturbing,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say anything,&lt;br /&gt;because you are my Ding Ding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may look boring,&lt;br /&gt;but julian and jia wen are jealous-ing,&lt;br /&gt;because we sound so loving,&lt;br /&gt;without us the world will be f&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;alling,&lt;br /&gt;so please don't be laughing,&lt;br /&gt;at me and my Ding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Ding Lik Suong and Lee Jia Yee. (I am speaking on behalf of Jia Yi)&lt;br /&gt;From Sean How&lt;br /&gt;Ding,&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you are appreciating,&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow you will be thanking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And another,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I love you Jia Yi,&lt;br /&gt;because you are my honey,&lt;br /&gt;you are so funny,&lt;br /&gt;you make me happy,&lt;br /&gt;because you are chubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I will live happily,&lt;br /&gt;and form a happy family,&lt;br /&gt;then open a company,&lt;br /&gt;to make a lot of money,&lt;br /&gt;everyday afford to buy jewellery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a 'konklusi',&lt;br /&gt;I have to make my daddy,&lt;br /&gt;and my mummy,&lt;br /&gt;also my Jia Yi,&lt;br /&gt;to be proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedi&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;cated to Ding Lik Suong and Lee Jia Yi.&lt;br /&gt;From Lee Jia Wen(male) and Me!!&lt;br /&gt;Wish you both together happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lastly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;To the people reading,&lt;br /&gt;read about our posting,&lt;br /&gt;it is done by me and Ding,&lt;br /&gt;we had a great rhyming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like Jia Wen only dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;about his Gundam thing,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how come me and Ding,&lt;br /&gt;can come up with this rhyming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is our thinking,&lt;br /&gt;at the right timing,&lt;br /&gt;i remember it was about 2 something,&lt;br /&gt;when we were typing,&lt;br /&gt;like it&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; was a natural thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to all the other readers.&lt;br /&gt;From Sean How.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed it like I did. Till then. See ya~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-6240611786279153035?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/6240611786279153035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-are-rest-of-poems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/6240611786279153035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/6240611786279153035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-are-rest-of-poems.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-3775591858157443811</id><published>2010-01-22T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:03:39.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is another poem we made along the way but it is the last one. I will post the ones in between later on. As for now, enjoy this last poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Now air JiaWen is talking,&lt;br /&gt;make sure you all are listening,&lt;br /&gt;I am not crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are examing,&lt;br /&gt;we can't go training,&lt;br /&gt;and I miss the training...T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian,Sean,Ding and I are one team,&lt;br /&gt;we start to killing,&lt;br /&gt;half way we are dying,&lt;br /&gt;enemy are owning,&lt;br /&gt;and we are losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I thinking,&lt;br /&gt;why are we losing,&lt;br /&gt;it is because of Ding,&lt;br /&gt;shootin&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;g nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splitter is splting on Ding,&lt;br /&gt;hunter is hunting Ding,&lt;br /&gt;smoker is pulling Ding,&lt;br /&gt;charger is charging Ding.&lt;br /&gt;And Ding can't do anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ending,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading and start studying~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-3775591858157443811?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/3775591858157443811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-another-poem-we-made-along-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3775591858157443811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3775591858157443811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-another-poem-we-made-along-way.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-1616911941425516181</id><published>2010-01-22T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:59:53.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoo boy.. It's been a tiring month with the semester finals. Hopefully I'll do well compared to last semester.. 5 papers down 3 to go. The toughest 3 subject officially start next week. Microprocesser and digitals, Basic Electronics, and Robotics. You three paper better not fail me this semester. I no longer have money for resits. XD&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what my plan would be after the finals. Mark Mark said he wanna go mountain climbing. Starting with Taman Muda, then Taman Pertama, so on so on... maybe at the end of the course we will be climbing Mount Kinabalu.. Haha. What a dreamer we are.&lt;br /&gt;On monday Ding and I went to Jia Wen's house to study Maths 2 and Computer Studies for the whole day. When we went for lunch, we found a Molten basketball. A little smelly but still bouncy. Lol. Went to bed at 2 but we started to make up crappy poems. Not 1. Not 2. But 8!!! I have no idea where we got our inspiration from but it was good. haha.. Here's a sample: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;You are my angel,&lt;br /&gt;I am your demon,&lt;br /&gt;angel and demon,&lt;br /&gt;created a human,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose name is Jia Wen,&lt;br /&gt;who fell in love with a woman,&lt;br /&gt;but was stolen by Julian,&lt;br /&gt;that went through tigerlution,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia wen going into tigerisation,&lt;br /&gt;to get back that woman,&lt;br /&gt;but jia wen has no inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;to start a conversation,&lt;br /&gt;with that woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;he onl&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;y know factorisation,&lt;br /&gt;differentiation,&lt;br /&gt;and integration,&lt;br /&gt;he can do all this without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Lee Jia Wen&lt;br /&gt;From Ding Lik Suong and Sean How.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-1616911941425516181?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/1616911941425516181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoo-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/1616911941425516181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/1616911941425516181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoo-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-7806228003032260413</id><published>2010-01-20T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T07:12:40.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately I've been losing touch wit my high school friends. It's high time I start contacting them again. Just chat with one of my close and cool dude through msn, Alvin. We still have that connection when it comes to making fun of 'Barney'. XD&lt;br /&gt;And another girl friend, like a sis to me, Izhanis. Not so manja like before but still with Viki. Its already almost 5 years.. So long.. Not bad.. And I need to find Loga, Danyal, Bryan, and a whole lot more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-7806228003032260413?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/7806228003032260413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/01/lately-ive-been-losing-touch-wit-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/7806228003032260413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/7806228003032260413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/01/lately-ive-been-losing-touch-wit-my.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-2687650967236128642</id><published>2010-01-08T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:49:35.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if at some point of time, the person that you care and love with all your heart ignored you all of a sudden?? Without any warning or sign.. out of nowhere that person just stop replying any short messages and instant messages that you send, what would you do?? Maybe you thought that calling might help but that person is making it obvious that he/she wants to make the conversation short so that you wont be able to bring out the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, you've tried to be there for her. through thick and thin but it wasnt the best thing to do. Instead, what you did seem to draw her away from you. Maybe it's because of your past. What you did in the past will be remembered by many; especially for the ones you did wrong. No matter how much of an angel you have been, one mistake can make a person see you as a devil. That is where all sorts of rumours and critics happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you're lucky, you may be able to meet someone who won't mind your pasts because if you're willing to change there will be a chance given. And just at the moment you find the connection or spark with that person, he/she might have to go somewhere far and that is the obstacle faced. unfortunately for you, that person don't have the confidence in long distance relationship. Would you wait for him/her for maybe 5 or 6 years?? If you say you can, there's a catch. What if he/she told you that he/she has no guarantee that he/she will remain single by the time the 5 or 6 years end? Would you still wait? I know I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would to hear some opinions on what they think about this post though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-2687650967236128642?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/2687650967236128642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-if-at-some-point-of-time-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2687650967236128642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2687650967236128642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-if-at-some-point-of-time-person.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-4238807174022696920</id><published>2010-01-01T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T08:25:41.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why aren't you talking to me anymore?? did i do something wrong?? if i did just tell me. there is no need to hide or avoid me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-4238807174022696920?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/4238807174022696920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-arent-you-talking-to-me-anymore-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4238807174022696920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4238807174022696920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-arent-you-talking-to-me-anymore-did.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-7902108371731285268</id><published>2009-12-17T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:06:03.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y do u treat me so cruel?&lt;br /&gt;is it something i did?&lt;br /&gt;something i said?&lt;br /&gt;its been weeks tat we have actually communicated.&lt;br /&gt;arent we even frenz like b4?&lt;br /&gt;de way u talk to me yesterday rily breaks my heart into a million pieces..&lt;br /&gt;its so cold, expressionless, unhappy, bored, unexcited.&lt;br /&gt;its so not u.. its not de same person i noe..&lt;br /&gt;where is de person i knew b4??&lt;br /&gt;is tat person gone?&lt;br /&gt;even a reply to my sms would make my world shine once more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its my nature to be hated by ppl..&lt;br /&gt;ppl remember u for ur past but not for ur future..&lt;br /&gt;u do something wrong once and they remember it for a very long time..&lt;br /&gt;u do something nice they only know it for a few hours and its long forgotten..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-7902108371731285268?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/7902108371731285268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/12/y-do-u-treat-me-so-cruel-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/7902108371731285268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/7902108371731285268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/12/y-do-u-treat-me-so-cruel-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-7520150520536828706</id><published>2009-12-02T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:18:51.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shud i do wad i feel like doing throughout these few weeks?? its hard decisions.. do i have to take care about de outcomes or shud i juz take de gamble n go on wit it. tis has always de part i hate about when it comes to tis kind of stuff. it haunts me. there are some things in my mind tat i cant seem to forget after so long although i tot i did. there r juz too many things around me tat constantly remind me bout it. its so clear tat i cant lose tat thing. i made mistakes during my naive life. its time to grow up n think about wad i rily wan de most.. shud i do it??&lt;br /&gt;i might have my ans after tis week. i hope.. its for wads best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-7520150520536828706?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/7520150520536828706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/12/shud-i-do-wad-i-feel-like-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/7520150520536828706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/7520150520536828706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/12/shud-i-do-wad-i-feel-like-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-3467211650868071796</id><published>2009-12-01T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:45:09.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful As You</title><content type='html'>From the moment i saw you,&lt;br /&gt;From the moment i look into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;There was something bout you i knew,&lt;br /&gt;I knew that you were once in a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;Treasure impossible to find,&lt;br /&gt;And i know how lucky i am to have u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that i had you,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that you were in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting a lifetime for you,&lt;br /&gt;And i've dreamed about you,&lt;br /&gt;Picture in my mind that i would see,&lt;br /&gt;But i never imagined just how beautiful you'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've seen rainbows that can take your breath away,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a setting sun already got a day,&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to shooting stars,&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the view,&lt;br /&gt;But i've never seen,&lt;br /&gt;Anything,&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-3467211650868071796?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/3467211650868071796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-as-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3467211650868071796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3467211650868071796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-as-you.html' title='Beautiful As You'/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-4156446566016042649</id><published>2009-11-20T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:16:58.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a looooong week. there's no doubt tat tis is a very very bz sem. asignments and tests all coming in at once.. i have no time for alot of stuffs.. for tis week, maths and physics test is done. eng presentation is finally over.. Julain so cham go say tat it took ihm 3 days to complete his powerpoint slides. me? 3 hours. XD and we got de same marks.. haha.. bangga.. juz when my 1st robotics assignment is done.. out comes de 2nd.. tis time is a bigger robot to catch de smaller one.. so tat means its time for another month to be bz bz bz.. tired but fun at de same time.. i prefer hands on work wit de guys rather den theory..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-4156446566016042649?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/4156446566016042649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-looooong-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4156446566016042649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4156446566016042649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-looooong-week.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-4113506371835987832</id><published>2009-11-03T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:09:11.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alot of assignments to catch up!! bball got asssignment, robotics got assignment, engineering science got assignments on topics tat we havent learn.not to forget de tests along de weeks. tis week got computer studies, have to use alot of de M skill(Memorise). maths next week, microprocessor n digitals is week after tat n de same week to prepare for my eng presentation.. so bz tis month tat i dun think i have time for any activities.. sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-4113506371835987832?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/4113506371835987832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/11/alot-of-assignments-to-catch-up-bball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4113506371835987832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4113506371835987832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/11/alot-of-assignments-to-catch-up-bball.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-1143305515349093642</id><published>2009-10-08T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:45:48.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bak to college lu.. 1st week always de toughest.. plus attending every single classes not like last sem.. not gonna repeat de same mistake.. got along well wit every lecturers.. not like during high skool: when teacher teach 1st day all quiet n behave.. 1st class already making fun of de lecturer.. haha.. My maths lecturer is de fat version of Zidane cuz he's bald in de middle of his head.. like an island n de hair is de sea.. lol.. got my timetable.. i dunno wad to comment bout it.. bad side is tat my college hours r from 8 till 6 almost everyday.. gud side is tat there's only 3 classes a day n we have 3 hours break which will tempt Ding Ding to go cc to challenge me CS but nva win.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bez days of de week is wed cuz only 1 class from 2 till 4.. Weee~~~ worst day is thursday cuz only 1 hour break for an 8 to 6 class.. pure torture TT..&lt;br /&gt;hope for a great sem for de year.. ciaozz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-1143305515349093642?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/1143305515349093642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/10/bak-to-college-lu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/1143305515349093642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/1143305515349093642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/10/bak-to-college-lu.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-510181261039970736</id><published>2009-09-21T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:12:36.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time to update again.. was bz for de past 2 days.. sunday had a family gathering at my 2nd hs in ukay perdana. had lunch 1st at ampang. at tat time i juz realised tat all of us were using sony ericsons. my aunts muz be rily hungry cuz after they ate lunch they ate summore at my unc hs. it was madness. lol. spend bout 5 hours playing counter strike. me n my younger cousin 1 team againts me 2 bro. den went for dinner at pudu. reach home d den my cousin called to yam cha at mc donald in connaught. de atmosphere was crazy cuz of de manu n manc game. went home at 12 den drop dead to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;den on monday celebrated my dad's bday. went to saisaki to eat japanese food. damn nice. haha..&lt;br /&gt;after tat went to pavilion to look at shoes. saw a nike shoe very nice. but din get to buy. my mum said if my dad wasnt there she would have bought for me. haih.. sad sad. no money oso cuz no college means no pocket money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-510181261039970736?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/510181261039970736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-5452913860290992997</id><published>2009-09-05T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:14:52.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you are my everything</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this goes out to someone tat was once de most important person in my life, i didnt realise it at tat time, i couldnt figure out myself for de way i treated u so, i dun rily expect us to re-do. its juz.. i dun even noe.. juz listen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ur de one tat i wan,&lt;br /&gt;de one tat i need,&lt;br /&gt;de one tat i gotta have juz to succeed,&lt;br /&gt;when i first saw u,&lt;br /&gt;i knew it was real,&lt;br /&gt;im sori about de pain tat i made u feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat wasnt me,&lt;br /&gt;let me show u de way,&lt;br /&gt;i looked for de sun but its rain,&lt;br /&gt;its insane,&lt;br /&gt;i remember when i first looked into ur eyes,&lt;br /&gt;it was like i was there,&lt;br /&gt;heaven in de sky,&lt;br /&gt;i soar wit de skies cuz i didnt wanna get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt noe i made everything worse,&lt;br /&gt;u told me we were crazy in love,&lt;br /&gt;but u didnt care when push came to shove,&lt;br /&gt;if u loved me s much s u said u did,&lt;br /&gt;den u wouldnt have hurt me like i aint shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u pushed me away like u nva even knew me,&lt;br /&gt;i loved u wit my heart,&lt;br /&gt;rily and truly,&lt;br /&gt;i guess u forget all de times tat we shared,&lt;br /&gt;when i would run my fingers through ur hair,&lt;br /&gt;late nights,&lt;br /&gt;juz holding u in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how i could do u so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;i rily wanna show u,&lt;br /&gt;i rily need to hold u,&lt;br /&gt;i rily wanna noe u,&lt;br /&gt;like no one else could noe u,&lt;br /&gt;ur number one,&lt;br /&gt;always in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and now i cant bliv tat our love is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need u and,&lt;br /&gt;i miss u and,&lt;br /&gt;i wan u and,&lt;br /&gt;i love u cuz,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold u,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna kiss u,&lt;br /&gt;u are my everything and i rily miss u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew u were gonna sit n play tis wit ur new man,&lt;br /&gt;and then sit and laugh as ur holding his hand,&lt;br /&gt;de thought of tat,&lt;br /&gt;juz shatteres my heart,&lt;br /&gt;it breaks in my soul n it tears me apart,&lt;br /&gt;all times i was off i was scared to show u,&lt;br /&gt;now i wanna hold u until i cant hold u,&lt;br /&gt;without u everything seems strange,&lt;br /&gt;ur name is forever planted in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it im insane,&lt;br /&gt;take away de pain,&lt;br /&gt;take away de hurt baby,&lt;br /&gt;we can make it work,&lt;br /&gt;wad about when u looked into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;told me u love as u hugged me,&lt;br /&gt;i guess everything u said was a lie,&lt;br /&gt;i think about it and it brings tears to my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;now im not even a thought in ur mind,&lt;br /&gt;i can see clearly,&lt;br /&gt;my love is not blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i need u and,&lt;br /&gt;i miss u and,&lt;br /&gt;i wan u and,&lt;br /&gt;i love u cuz,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold u,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna kiss u,&lt;br /&gt;u are my everything and i rily miss u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i juz wish everything could turn out diff. i had a special feeling about u. i thought mayb u did too, u would understand. no matter wad, u'll always be in my heart. u'll always be my baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first day,&lt;br /&gt;it seem so magical,&lt;br /&gt;i remember all de times tat i had wit u,&lt;br /&gt;remember when u first came to me house,&lt;br /&gt;u look like an angel wearing tat blouse,&lt;br /&gt;we hitted off,&lt;br /&gt;i knew it was real,&lt;br /&gt;but now i cant take all de pain tat i feel,&lt;br /&gt;reach in ur heart,&lt;br /&gt;i noe im still there,&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna hear tat u no longer care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remember de time,&lt;br /&gt;remember when we kissed,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt ever think tat u could tune me like tis,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt think u wanna see me depressed,&lt;br /&gt;i tot u'd be there for me,&lt;br /&gt;tis i confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u said u were my bez fren,&lt;br /&gt;was tat a lie?&lt;br /&gt;now im ntg to u,&lt;br /&gt;ur wit another guy,&lt;br /&gt;i tried i tried i tried and im trying,&lt;br /&gt;now on de inside it feels like im dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and i do miss u. i juz tot we were meant to be. i guess now we'll nva noe. de only thing i wan is for u to be happy. whether to be wit me or without me. i juz wan u to be happy."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-5452913860290992997?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/5452913860290992997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-are-my-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/5452913860290992997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/5452913860290992997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-are-my-everything.html' title='you are my everything'/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-1911318849800830338</id><published>2009-09-05T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:44:03.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>de results are out.. im not allowed to take 3 papers for my exam which only leaves me wit another 3 paper.. in a way i am disappointed in myself.. i was constantly thinking wad if i wasnt who i am now.. will i be a worse or better person?? i guess i'll nva noe.. but wad i do noe is life muz go on.. i noe tat when my results comes out i'll be pulled into de room for questioning from my parents.. wad i can juz ans them is tat i've done my bez n i have no regrets at all.. they may nag or lecture me all they wan cuz i made a mistake n it was my responsibility n i am tired of talking bak which makes things worse.. so i'll juz shut up n listen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my opinion on problems; everyone has problems. whether its big or small, its up to de individuals to decide, not us.. kids may have kids problems n to us its not a problem cuz we have been through it n we noe how to solve it now.. so its de same principle.. our parents ask us y we had bad results n we ans tat we have our own problem. wad is their respond? u guessed it.. "Ur problem is not a problem. u dunno wad problem is cuz u have not been through it. if u think u have problems den u shud see mine" tats wad they always say. its true tat they have problems but we cant see it cuz we have not been through it.. wads my point? ntg actually.. im juz voicing out my opinion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not update often cuz i dunno where to begin.. my college life was juz beginning to be fun but sadly de sem is coming to an end. 3 weeks not seeing de guy. Ding will be bak in penang, julian in kajang, fong sing in ipoh, Air jia wen in kepong. de 3 weeks of sem break is gonna be boring unless i find something to keep me alive.. tis ends wad i wanna say for de time being.. i hope i din keep u entertained.. Ciaozzzz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-1911318849800830338?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/1911318849800830338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-results-are-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/1911318849800830338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/1911318849800830338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-results-are-out.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-6598619319324875841</id><published>2009-08-01T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T07:15:23.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz.. next week de bar list is coming out d. i noe for sure im getting called. dunno how to tell de head of school y i din attend class for de 1st month. tat time cuz no frenz n not interested in de course so i ponteng. now starting to love de course n enjoy being wit de guys in DMH 1 group A. funny guys. im planning to juz tell de truth bout y i din attend class n hoping tat de college will give me another chance to redeem myself. i rily wanna study but i screwed up my own life. if i get barred, i noe wad im in for.&lt;br /&gt;for de past 2 weeks all i keep worrying bout is de bar thing. BAR,BAR,BAR. very sad, worried n scared. im afraid even if i told de truth they wont bliv me. if onli they will read tis to noe de truth. i hope they understand.  now i noe wad it means by its too late to regret.&lt;br /&gt;and for now, i wanna pray to God hoping He can forgive me for wat i have done n give me another chance. i will cherish n appreciate it if i am given one. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-6598619319324875841?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/6598619319324875841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/08/haiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/6598619319324875841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/6598619319324875841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/08/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-7252797971650309604</id><published>2009-07-21T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:50:37.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="dialog_title"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="dialog_content"&gt;&lt;div class="dialog_body"&gt;&lt;img src="http://72.14.181.54/fb/images/2.jpg" style="padding-right: 5px;" align="left" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=597495615" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=104728972328&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8532c1fc52011d494438abdf4156123c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Sean How&lt;/a&gt; who birth in month &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/month_birth/" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=104728972328&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8532c1fc52011d494438abdf4156123c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, below are the analysis result of their personality traits :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Abstract thoughts&lt;br /&gt;- Loves reality and abstract&lt;br /&gt;- Intelligent and clever&lt;br /&gt;- Changing personality&lt;br /&gt;- Temperamental&lt;br /&gt;- Quiet, shy and humble&lt;br /&gt;- Low self esteem&lt;br /&gt;- Honest and loyal&lt;br /&gt;- Determined to reach goals&lt;br /&gt;- Loves freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-7252797971650309604?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/7252797971650309604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-sean-how-who-birth-in-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/7252797971650309604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/7252797971650309604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-sean-how-who-birth-in-month.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-3050780148869400047</id><published>2009-07-17T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:48:12.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://quiztacular.com.s3.amazonaws.com/7/8/7/e/787e78113a3510d92fb0f4f9fe983107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS LOVE! You and your partner are completely into each other. Not only is the physical attraction there but You are both willing to go the extra mile to make each other happy. Being with them is the only thing that makes your heart flutter! You love each other for who you are. You can goof off, be yourself, and confide in each other...perfection!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-3050780148869400047?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/3050780148869400047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-love-you-and-your-partner-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3050780148869400047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3050780148869400047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-love-you-and-your-partner-are.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-3529987339400499012</id><published>2009-07-17T10:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:11:38.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaWide" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;media&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whatfea-sg/index.php?src=m2&amp;amp;b=12&amp;amp;t=1247850617&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www/app_full_proxy.php?app=184900910555&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=b&amp;amp;cksum=3972abbdad041eb16d933afa37c6c153&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fquiztacular.com.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fb%2F9%2F8%2F8%2Fb988c9c18c0f67e517a551634554044c.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIIntentionalStory_MediaExtra UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whatfea-sg/index.php?src=m2&amp;amp;b=12&amp;amp;t=1247850617&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www/app_full_proxy.php?app=184900910555&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=b&amp;amp;cksum=012bc288975140ea1cc26dc58f35ea27&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fquiztacular.com.s3.amazonaws.com%2F7%2F5%2F1%2F0%2F75102963751fd91d0523dbadb1e4469c.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="CopyTitle"&gt;Sean  took the  &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whatfea-sg/index.php?src=m2&amp;amp;b=12&amp;amp;t=1247850617" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=184900910555&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=d4d1a317dd11ee78e80ff6f0525c256f&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;What Feature Will Your Soulmate Notice First?&lt;/a&gt; quiz and got the result: &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whatfea-sg/index.php?src=m2&amp;amp;b=12&amp;amp;t=1247850617" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=184900910555&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=d4d1a317dd11ee78e80ff6f0525c256f&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Lips&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lips:&lt;/b&gt; You have very sexy and attractive lips.  Once you pucker up, your lover will be yours forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-3529987339400499012?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/3529987339400499012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/sean-took-what-feature-will-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3529987339400499012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3529987339400499012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/sean-took-what-feature-will-your.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-4712582373967871354</id><published>2009-07-17T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:11:20.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaWide" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;media&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whatsyo-uw/index.php?src=m2&amp;amp;b=12&amp;amp;t=1247850486&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www/app_full_proxy.php?app=96145412663&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=b&amp;amp;cksum=d413957d6f57bf915267ed54320d3cfc&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fquiztacular.com.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fc%2F9%2Fc%2Fa%2Fc9cafe9817b768756f3bc81d2c69e5af.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIIntentionalStory_MediaExtra UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whatsyo-uw/index.php?src=m2&amp;amp;b=12&amp;amp;t=1247850486&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www/app_full_proxy.php?app=96145412663&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=b&amp;amp;cksum=7895f17165d39117f0d3a16b48da3097&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fquiztacular.com.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fb%2F2%2F2%2F9%2Fb22958e55126c9232719b0afa7520aba.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="CopyTitle"&gt;Sean  took the  &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whatsyo-uw/index.php?src=m2&amp;amp;b=12&amp;amp;t=1247850486" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=96145412663&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=d4d1a317dd11ee78e80ff6f0525c256f&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;What's your SOUL MATE like?&lt;/a&gt; quiz and got the result: &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whatsyo-uw/index.php?src=m2&amp;amp;b=12&amp;amp;t=1247850486" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=96145412663&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=d4d1a317dd11ee78e80ff6f0525c256f&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;An adventurer&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;An adventurer:&lt;/b&gt; Your soul mate is an adventurer who loves to take advantage of what life has to offer to the fullest. You two share an open mind in exploring new aspects of life - from trying out new cuisines, traveling to new places together to debating over new ideas. As a result, your relationship is constantly refreshing and fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-4712582373967871354?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/4712582373967871354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/sean-took-whats-your-soul-mate-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4712582373967871354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4712582373967871354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/sean-took-whats-your-soul-mate-like.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-4761582026580423737</id><published>2009-07-06T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:47:12.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quiz_result_title" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   Loyalty  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;img src="http://quiztacular.com.s3.amazonaws.com/7/a/b/e/7abe0e50361d9ec323c3258d12f78c53.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;div class="quiz_result_text" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It may take some time for you to befriend with someone, but that doesn't mean that you are less approachable, just that you handpick friends who you believe have the qualities and values that you share. Once you are friends you would all you can to help them out if they ever need it. Because of your loyalty and generosity your tend to develop lasting and quality friendships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-4761582026580423737?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/4761582026580423737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/loyalty-it-may-take-some-time-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4761582026580423737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4761582026580423737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/loyalty-it-may-take-some-time-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-2239607862176947885</id><published>2009-07-06T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:44:52.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quiz_result_title" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   Sweet smile  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;img src="http://quiztacular.com.s3.amazonaws.com/a/6/a/6/a6a68002c295de80658974965949c8a5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;div class="quiz_result_text" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You smile from your heart and you look into people's eyes when you smile at them. Your smile is sweet and genuine - it makes people feel at ease want to get to know you better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-2239607862176947885?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/2239607862176947885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet-smile-you-smile-from-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2239607862176947885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2239607862176947885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet-smile-you-smile-from-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-8983810506665085071</id><published>2009-07-06T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:40:06.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;attach&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaWide" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;media&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/kq_tarotcardreading?ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www/app_full_proxy.php?app=82605823089&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=b&amp;amp;cksum=8dbed159938e7368fd85b499297721c1&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fkudosquizzes.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fquiz_56.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIIntentionalStory_MediaExtra UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/kq_tarotcardreading?ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www/app_full_proxy.php?app=82605823089&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=b&amp;amp;cksum=86cd19d80d21a6e24add5fd01ada42c9&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fkudosquizzes.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fquiz_56_result_287.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;&lt;div class="CopyTitle"&gt;Sean took the quiz &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/kq_tarotcardreading/?ref=nf" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=82605823089&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=123ca7c73c257d6a4420c039aac248e3&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Tarot Card Reading&lt;/a&gt; and the result is &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/kq_tarotcardreading/?ref=nf" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=82605823089&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=123ca7c73c257d6a4420c039aac248e3&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Death/Rebirth &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="CopyBody"&gt; Briefly: The slate will be wiped clean for a fresh start. There will be none of the old left, so a whole new approach needs to be established before true renewal can take place. Sometimes when we draw this card, major events seems to unfold around us that challenge our thinking and our direction in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Meaning: This shows a grim reaper and a white rose at the same time. The Sun is setting in the background of the card, indicating the end of daylight hours. This is the card of endings, renewal and transformation of the highest order. Sometimes an unpleasant event shows us the way to a new path. This may seem traumatic at the time, but it is also saying that the old ways are no longer valid, or of value in your new life. It is time to cast aside whatever is hindering your progress in life and make a whole new start. Turn the leaf, sow new seeds, wear new clothes, change your appearance, move house, leave that boring job and get out there and dance. Life can end at any moment for any of us, so it is how wisely we spend our time here that really matters. You can still be serious about some aspects of your life, but leave plenty of room open for fun and for spontaneity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-8983810506665085071?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/8983810506665085071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/sean-took-quiz-tarot-card-reading-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/8983810506665085071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/8983810506665085071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/sean-took-quiz-tarot-card-reading-and.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-1186148725799934124</id><published>2009-07-06T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:38:36.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quiz_result_title" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   Audacious black  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;img src="http://quiztacular.com.s3.amazonaws.com/2/1/9/c/219ca61bb1a84c67fc651145086736d2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;div class="quiz_result_text" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You are confident and reassuring. Black color symbolizes your strong personality and your ability to influence others. Your group of friends find you easy to trust when it comes to telling secrets and almost never spill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-1186148725799934124?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/1186148725799934124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/audacious-black-you-are-confident-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/1186148725799934124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/1186148725799934124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/audacious-black-you-are-confident-and.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-4422826305009369985</id><published>2009-07-06T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:35:34.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quiz_result_title" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   Your heart is RED  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;img src="http://quiztacular.com.s3.amazonaws.com/2/4/9/a/249a7568892e3f19a46510b029a8a15b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;div class="quiz_result_text" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You are very open when it comes to romance. Often driven by chemistry, you quickly move into romances and you sure know how to sustain it with surprises and sweetness. Your charming and supportive personality make you a person that is popularly desired among your friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-4422826305009369985?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/4422826305009369985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-heart-is-red-you-are-very-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4422826305009369985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/4422826305009369985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-heart-is-red-you-are-very-open.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-88406112044228700</id><published>2009-07-04T02:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T02:49:32.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;font-size:100%;color:#7030a0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: baby we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: kyle, wat do u mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: sumthin has come up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: wat? Wuts wrong? Is it bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: i dont want to hurt u baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *thinks* omg i hope he doesnt break up with me... I love him so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: baby are you there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: yea im here wut is so important??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: im not sure if i should say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: well u already brought it up, so please just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: im leaving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: baby wut are u talking about?? I dont want u to leave me, i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: not like that, i mean im moving far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: why? All of ur famliy lives over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: well my father is sending me away to a boarding skool far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: i cant believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FATHER: (picks up tha other fone, interrupts &amp;amp; yells furiously) ERiKA, wat did i tell you about talking to boys?!!!!!....Get off the damn fone!! (And hangs up)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: wow ur father sounds really mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: u know how he gets, but anywayz i dont want you to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: would you run away with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: baby, u know i would, i would do anything for u, but i cant... U dont know wut would happen if i did. My dad would kill me !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: *sad* its ok i understand i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *thinking* i cant believe wuts going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: i need to give u sumthing 2nite b/c i am leaving on flight 1-80 in tha morning, so i need to see you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ok i will sneak out &amp;amp; meet u at tha park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: ok ill meet u there in 20min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[They meet at a nearby park, they both hug eachother. And he gives her a note.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: here u go, this is for you i gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *tear* (begins to cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: baby dont cry, u know i love you...but i have 2 go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ok (begins to walk away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[They both go back home. And erika begins to read tha letter he gave her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U probably already know that im leaving, i knew this would be better if i wrote a letter explaining tha truth about how much i care about you. The truth is, is that i never loved you, i hated you so much, u are my bitch and dont u ever forget that. I never cared about you, and never wanted to talk to you, n be around u. U really have no clue how much i hate you. Now that im leaving i thought u should know that i hate you bitch, u never did tha right thing, and u were never there. I didnt think i could hate someone as much as i hate you. And i never want to see you, for the rest of my life, i will never miss kissing you like before, i never want to cuddle up, how we used to. I will not miss you and thats a promise. U never had my love, and i want you to remember that. Bitch u keep this letter bcuz this may be tha last thing u have from me. I hate you so much. i will not talk to you soon bitch.... Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;- Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ erika begins to cry, she throws tha paper in tha garbage &amp;amp; crys for hours ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so lonely.... Then she gets a fone call....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: how are u feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: i just cant believe this happend i thought he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: o, about that. Kyle left me a msg. A few days ago. He told me to tell u to look in ur jacket pocket or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ummm ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She finds a piece of paper in tha jacket, It says....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby i hope u find this before u read my letter. I knew ur dad might read it, so i switched a few words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate = Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never = Alwayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch = Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not= will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........ I hope u didnt take that seriously because i love you with all my heart, and it was so hard to let you go thats y i wanted u to run away with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kyle]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: omg its a letter, Kyle does love me!!, he must of slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me. I cant believe how stupid I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: lol ok but i g2g... Call me later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *happy*ok bye, i'll be at home waiting for my baby to call me !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... Erika turns tha T.V. on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Breaking news] 'An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young boys died, we are still searching for Survivors...This is a tragedy we will never forget, this plane was flight 1-80...it was on its way to an all boys boarding school...' Reporter says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ she turns off the tv....3 days later, she kills herself, because of tha fact that Kyle was dead &amp;amp; she had nothing to Live for... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....A day after that the fone rings. Nobody answers. It was Kyle, he called to leave a msg. 'Its Kyle, i guess ur not home so, I called 2 let u know that im alive, i missed my flight b/c i had 2 see u one last time. So i hope ur not worried. I am staying for good. Sorry if u got scared, i promise 2 make it up 2 u everything will be a be ok i love you so much...call me asap bye!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-88406112044228700?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/88406112044228700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/boy-baby-we-need-to-talk-girl-kyle-wat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/88406112044228700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/88406112044228700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/boy-baby-we-need-to-talk-girl-kyle-wat.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-8959332689655219652</id><published>2009-07-04T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:11:53.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="CopyTitle"&gt;Sean &lt;b&gt;just took the "&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/what-is-you-bhbcaed/take?ftitle=1&amp;amp;tv2=nKPWbG0eFuOU2S6AMDbcmiiAnU61bhK7Yg%3D%3D&amp;amp;style_group=1&amp;amp;link=feed_publish_text&amp;amp;prores=0&amp;amp;resaban=1" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=95490870749&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=1c4d80670047bb6abcb7821a4ac16cc6&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;What is your Sex Sign?&lt;/a&gt;" quiz                 and the result is &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/what-is-you-bhbcaed/take?tv2=nKPWbG0eFuOU2S6AMDbcmiiAnU61bhK7Yg%3D%3D&amp;amp;style_group=1&amp;amp;link=feed_publish_text&amp;amp;prores=0&amp;amp;resaban=1&amp;amp;fresult=1" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=95490870749&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=1c4d80670047bb6abcb7821a4ac16cc6&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Your Sex Sign Is Cancer&lt;/a&gt;.                 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're a total pleaser. One sample of your touch, and anyone is hooked. You're so good that you've gotten people off just with your incredible kissing. You're a bit of a romantic, and you only have sex that's meaningful. Cancer, you are a born pleaser. Few people can resist your passionate, playful allure. An incurable romantic, you adore being courted. You'll do anything for a lover that sends you flowers or love tokens. You like lots of cuddling, touching, and kissing. You are a celebrated kisser. You also like to touch and fondle yourself. Typically, you learned to give yourself pleasure at a very young age. As an adult, you are easily aroused and multi-orgasmic. Mutual masturbation is very satisfying for you. You are extremely aware of your sexual attraction. You telegraph your sensuality with every move you make. You have the most communicative body language of any sign. You are very emotional, and you constantly need an emotional outlet. Frequent sex seems to calm you down. But you are old fashioned, and a quickie is not your style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-8959332689655219652?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/8959332689655219652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/sean-just-took-what-is-your-sex-sign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/8959332689655219652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/8959332689655219652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/sean-just-took-what-is-your-sex-sign.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-8875895155424827742</id><published>2009-07-03T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:39:19.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i took tis test in facebook n see wad it says about me.. its too accurate tat it freaks me out.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=597495615" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=95158553849&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=1c4d80670047bb6abcb7821a4ac16cc6&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Sean How&lt;/a&gt; who birth on month &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/your_birth/" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=95158553849&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=1c4d80670047bb6abcb7821a4ac16cc6&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; below are What Your Birth Month Says About You :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Abstract thoughts&lt;br /&gt;* Loves reality and abstract&lt;br /&gt;* Intelligent and clever&lt;br /&gt;* Changing personality&lt;br /&gt;* Temperamental&lt;br /&gt;* Quiet, shy and humble&lt;br /&gt;* Honest and loyal&lt;br /&gt;* Determined to reach goals&lt;br /&gt;* Loves freedom&lt;br /&gt;* Rebellious when restricted&lt;br /&gt;* Loves aggressiveness&lt;br /&gt;* Too sensitive and easily hurt&lt;br /&gt;* Showing anger easily&lt;br /&gt;* Dislike unnecessary things&lt;br /&gt;* Loves making friends but rarely shows it&lt;br /&gt;* Daring and stubborn&lt;br /&gt;* Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;* Realizng dreams and hopes&lt;br /&gt;* Sharp&lt;br /&gt;* Loves entertainment and leisure&lt;br /&gt;* Romantic on the inside not outside&lt;br /&gt;* Superstitious and ludicrous&lt;br /&gt;* Spendthrift&lt;br /&gt;* Learns to show emotions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-8875895155424827742?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/8875895155424827742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-took-tis-test-in-facebook-n-see-wad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/8875895155424827742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/8875895155424827742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-took-tis-test-in-facebook-n-see-wad.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-2042042274228625137</id><published>2009-06-26T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:21:36.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haih.. damn sad n disappointed wit myself.. cant bliv i failed my driving test.. bloody 3 point turn.. de place so sempit n wan such a big car to drive in.. n de JPJ ppl oso bloody stupid.. my tire barely touched an inch at de line n they fail me.. den on de road they sleep when im driving.. WTH!! y din they sleep when i was doing 3 point turn instead of on de road.. now have to waste RM120 to retake de test.. haih.. den have to lie to my dad saying i din go for de exam cuz of college.. but thx mum for always backing me up financially.. haih......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-2042042274228625137?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/2042042274228625137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/06/haih_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2042042274228625137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/2042042274228625137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/06/haih_26.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-5523038005224225057</id><published>2009-06-20T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T08:12:45.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waliao.. yesterday drive bak from sg buloh got stuck in a jam for more den an hour.. when get out of de car my knee pain liao.. lol.. old liao ler me.. haha..  but during de jam, time bring out de devil in me. XD i keep driving close to de car in front of me to avoid other cars to jump queue.. im gud.. haha.. n speed when de roads were clear.. freaked my instructor out like hell.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-5523038005224225057?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/5523038005224225057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/06/waliao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/5523038005224225057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/5523038005224225057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/06/waliao.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-6734123714029525897</id><published>2009-06-18T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:08:44.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today sleep in lecture..last nite went yam cha wit my bro n frnz.. so sleepy.. plus today my college mates ajak me to play badminton wit them. sleepiness+badminton=super tired..&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got driving class.. so long din drive damn worried. haih.. get license oso no use cuz my mum wont let me drive.. still have to go under probation wit her.. haih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-6734123714029525897?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/6734123714029525897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-sleep-in-lecture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/6734123714029525897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/6734123714029525897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-sleep-in-lecture.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-7669763482184153992</id><published>2009-06-14T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T05:51:30.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mum!!</title><content type='html'>Today was my mums' bday. Celebrated in Shasaki located in a building called AOU. Realised there was a subway there. Anyways, my family n i ate our heart out wit de sushis n tempuras. So damn full. XD&lt;br /&gt;After eating we went to pavilion which was only a walking distance there. Wat was most suprising is my dad haven been there b4. He almost got lost in there. So damn funny. haha.. Din buy anything there cuz cant afford it.. haih.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Ntg else much to be updated lu.. Ciaozzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-7669763482184153992?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/7669763482184153992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-mum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/7669763482184153992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/7669763482184153992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-mum.html' title='Happy Birthday Mum!!'/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-9146034697708467075</id><published>2009-06-12T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T04:31:47.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm rily struggling in college. dun understand alot of stuff(dah lah de lecturer speak lousy eng) n feeling very lonely cuz missing someone.. everyday have to take lrt home n walk bak.. wanna get my licanse ASAP but de instructor gila de.. everytime arrange weekday to learn driving. told him i have college he said have to sacrifice it, CRAZY!! where got ppl sacrifice college for driving class. wanted to tell him if i sacrifice my classes for him den i'll end up being like him; teaching ppl to drive n low pay.. only idiots will do tat.. so now keep dragging de class.. now doing Hubungan Etnik project.. still got alot to do so i gtg.. till next time.. Ciaozz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-9146034697708467075?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/9146034697708467075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-rily-struggling-in-college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/9146034697708467075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/9146034697708467075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-rily-struggling-in-college.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-6746884912732146270</id><published>2009-06-06T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T05:37:58.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haih.. miss my lou poh so much.. see so often oso still not enough.. dunno when can see her again..&lt;br /&gt;today stayed at home de whole day doing ntg.. played dota in de eve.. haven played for qiute some time liao.. kinda rusty.. lost to AI.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;dunno y my mum since morning already bad mood.. dun dare to talk to her oso.. shud be cuz my 2nd bro wake up damn late today.. try waking him up since morning oso not moving as if he was dead..&lt;br /&gt;having financial crisis summore.. my bro went up to genting wit my dad, sure got money de lah.. but i din get my share.. empty wallet.. got RM15 inside tat i will not use cuz have o give bak to ppl de.. wish i was juz a little more richer.. den no need struggle wit lunch in college.. dah lah economy not gud. everything so expensive.. bloody government..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-6746884912732146270?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/6746884912732146270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/06/haih.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/6746884912732146270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/6746884912732146270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/06/haih.html' title=''/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026753394952275746.post-3182990538048520523</id><published>2009-05-29T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:42:14.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start it all over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tis year have to  start everything from scratch. haih.. walking to college can rily kill a guy but its a gud exercise although de effect aint tat strong.. plus a tough course to study(Mechatronics), de show 'biggest loser' cant lose more weight tis fast.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6026753394952275746-3182990538048520523?l=seanhowzn91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/feeds/3182990538048520523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/05/start-it-all-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3182990538048520523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026753394952275746/posts/default/3182990538048520523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanhowzn91.blogspot.com/2009/05/start-it-all-over.html' title='Start it all over'/><author><name>silverX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11664344759014459843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unjOUiNNFzs/SjTuEGzrFJI/AAAAAAAAABY/1LKBeS08sBw/S220/DSC00065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
