<?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-399657069298291880</id><updated>2011-09-11T04:19:46.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it is.</title><subtitle type='html'>Hidden words of my heart to the one I find it hard to let go.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8415065292101185258</id><published>2011-01-20T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:57:51.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm time to let off some steam here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everytime I think of work and who I have to work with, my legs turn to lead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes me don't wanna go anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that I love working at that place but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, my work place recently (a month ago) hired a new guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought he was okay till he started doing reception duties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My god, I could really strangle him to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This fucker asked all sort of stupid questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ones that are easy to figure out; without having to ask someone about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best part about it is, the supervisor taught him and answered all his questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, when we teach him things, he'll fucking say, "I know". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEN, HE JUST HAD TO COME AND ASK ME AGAIN AND AGAIN AFTER THE SUPERVISOR WENT BACK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MCB betul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every single day, he will surely have one stupid question to ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, I think I pissed him off the other day by not being helpful but then again, who's more pissed off? Me or him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If he hates me now, good coz everytime he opens his mouth, my tolerance level decreases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on to Consumer Behaviour classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, how could I not talk about CB?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, we do not have Irwan for CB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;#@#$@(*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, it's alright, I could live with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, our new lecturer is...I don't know how to describe her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She keeps changing her mind, my god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One minute, she says this, the next minute, she'll say something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What pisses me off the most is about the grouping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, she said, it's okay for soime groups to have 6 members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then when we submitted our names and all, that woman said all groups must have 5 members only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LIKE WTF!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...I kinda...lost...my temper. Coz. I. Have. JW. In. My. Group. (but now he's no longer in my group. YAY!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her way of teaching is boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's kinda like having high school History classes all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it is that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come to our CB classes and you can see most of the students are more busy paying attention to their laptops than to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only that, she doesn't really respect our names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She didn't respect my table too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on la, we're all young adults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No point banging on the table to get our attention and to shut us up, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enough with all of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately, I've been obsessed with the thought of studying abroad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I want a new change of scenery and a new experience to gain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't wanna be cooped up here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, money is the obstruction here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm maybe some long lost relative of mine will show up in my life and finance me to study abroad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL pardon my imagination. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby, I don't wanna wait another day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hold my breath and hope you'll stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I don't wanna let you go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Girl, I'm running out patience, out of time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every night I'm praying you'll be mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So girl, you gotta let me know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or I'm gonna have to let you go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes or no?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-8415065292101185258?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8415065292101185258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8415065292101185258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8415065292101185258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8415065292101185258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2011/01/hmm-time-to-let-off-some-steam-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-355357357047598433</id><published>2010-12-15T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:17:50.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;I finally got around to combining the lyrics for Love The Way You Lie (part 2) and Grenade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is a little long but I kinda like the combined version. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe I should cut out some parts? Or maybe not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aaaand, I've decided to get another piercing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;An eyebrow piercing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't know why I suddenly got this itch to go get another piercing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Did some research on eyebrow piercing after hearing some "horror" stories about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Turns out it's perfectly safe...I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've gotta go to Mandala to inquire further before I really get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alright, that should be about it la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's my combined lyrics for Love The Way You Lie and Grenade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your gonna stand there and watch me burn,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But that’s alright because I like the way it hurts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But that’s alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love the way you lie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Easy come, easy go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's just how you live, oh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take, take, take it all,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you never give&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Should of known you was trouble from the first kiss, Had your eyes wide open -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why were they open?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gave you all I had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you tossed it in the trash&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You tossed it in the trash, you did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To give me all your love is all I ever asked,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause what you don't understand is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would go through all this pain, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take a bullet straight through my brain,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I would die for ya baby but you won't do the same&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the first page of our story, the future seems so bright.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And this thing turned out so evil, I don’t know why I’m still surprised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Black, black, black and blue beat me till I'm numb Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you're from&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mad woman, bad woman,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's just what you are, yeah,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You’ll smile in my face then rip the breaks out my car&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even angels have their wicked schemes and you take death to new extremes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you’ll always be my hero, even though you lost your mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But that’s alright because I like the way it hurts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would go through all this pain, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take a bullet straight through my brain,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I would die for ya baby but you won't do the same&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But that’s alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love the way you lie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If my body was on fire,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're just gonna stand there, stand there,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and watch me burn down in flames&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You said you loved me you're a liar but I'll always, always love the way you lie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But darling I’ll still catch a grenade for ya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your gonna stand there and hear me cry,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But that’s alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ohhh, I love the way you lie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I would go through all this pain, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take a bullet straight through my brain,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I would die for ya baby but you won't do the same&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll always love the way you lie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you won't do the same&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, no, no, no....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&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/399657069298291880-355357357047598433?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/355357357047598433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=355357357047598433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/355357357047598433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/355357357047598433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-finally-got-around-to-combining.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-1465639758324810738</id><published>2010-12-08T00:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:05:13.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm I feel like giving myself a tough challenge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLAYING THE PIANO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I managed to learn Grade 1 on my own but my laziness got the better of me, so yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I should learn how to play Taeyang's Wedding Dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No black keys, no black keys... *mutters*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, Just a Grenade Dream? It's now Love The Way You Lie (part 2) and Grenade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because...I was playing around with the chords of Love The Way You Lie and it hit me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, this rhymes with Grenade's melody. AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah, in the process of putting the lyrics together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll only take 5 minutes but since I'm lazy....yeahhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I'm updating this dead blog out of boredom, might as well write down my Christmas wish list =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. A percussion pad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Samsons microphone (can't remember the model but I remember the price, RM458 *dies*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Electric guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Keyboard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. More Moolaaahhhh =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. All the music albums that I wish to buy but didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Books! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, end of update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-1465639758324810738?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1465639758324810738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=1465639758324810738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/1465639758324810738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/1465639758324810738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/12/hmm-i-feel-like-giving-myself-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-3411461634229303486</id><published>2010-12-04T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:38:22.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haiii, yes, I'm back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm currently having my sem break now =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I dread receiving my results coz I fucked up 3 papers =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Law was a killer, everything that I studied didn't come out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't wanna fail Law coz I can't stand the torture of having to go through all the night classes, the mid-term exam and all the assignments =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WANNA PASS LAW!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't mind having a low CGPA if I pass Law =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, here's my latest project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just a Grenade Dream.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see from the title, it's a combination of the songs, Grenade and Just a Dream =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inspired to do mash ups after watching Sam Tsui's mash up of Firework and Grenade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Besides that, me friend, Zi Xin, got me hooked up on that too =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still trying to harmonize those two songs together but seeing how little my knowledge of music is...I'm failing at that badly =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was thinking of mashing up Love the Way You Lie (part 2) and Grenade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those two seem to rhyme better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the lyrics for Just a Grenade Dream. Will tweak it some more when I'm not feeling so lazy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Easy come, Easy go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's just how you live oh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take, take, take it all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But you never give&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Should have known&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You was trouble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From the first kiss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Had your eyes wide open&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why were they open?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gave you all I had&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And you tossed it in the trash,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tossed it in the trash you did&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To give me all your love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is all I ever asked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But what you don't understand is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was thinking about you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thinking bout me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thinkin bout us (us) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What we gunna be? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Open my eyes, (Yeah) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it was only just a dream... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I would catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I be ridin &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;man I swear I see your face at every turn &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;trying to get my usher on but I can't let it burn &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I just hope that she notice she the only one I yearn for &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh I miss her, when will I learn?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm goin through it every time that I'm alone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And now i'm missin, wishin she'd pick up the phone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But she made a decision that she wanted to move on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuz I was wrong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My love of my life, My shawty, my wife &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She left me, Im tied. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuz I knew that it just ain't right &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I would catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would go through all this pain,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take a bullet straight through my brain,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, I would die for ya baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But you won't do the same.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will she come back? (back) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No one knows &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I realize (Yeah) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was only just a dream... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you ever loved somebody put your hands up &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you ever loved somebody put your hands up &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now they're gone and you wish you could give them everything &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You said you loved me you're a liar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause you never, ever, ever did baby...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But darling I'll still catch a grenade for ya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I would go through all this pain,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take a bullet straight through my brain,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, I would die for ya baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But you won't do the same.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No, no, no~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And baby you're still a firework...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right, after this, I'll mash up Ne-yo's One in a Million and Bruno Mars' Just The Way You Are (god, how I hate this song).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&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/399657069298291880-3411461634229303486?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3411461634229303486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=3411461634229303486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3411461634229303486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3411461634229303486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/12/haiii-yes-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-4568093168264962291</id><published>2010-10-16T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:20:51.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;What do you say when sorry is never enough though you mean it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;What do you do when you're too afraid of falling right back in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;What do you do when the words you say came directly from your heart but seems hallow to the other person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;EMO Sikit la yeah? XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes the smallest things in life are the hardest to do,like clicking on her screen name at Msn or Facebook and just saying ‘hi’ cause it hurts to know that you might be in love again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh man...this is very...true...So true that it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-4568093168264962291?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4568093168264962291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=4568093168264962291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4568093168264962291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4568093168264962291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-smallest-things-in-life-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-6289682160433230858</id><published>2010-10-08T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T06:05:28.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...Life is pretty stressful lately.&lt;br /&gt;This semester is pretty hectic since there is Radio Production.&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot on my mind...Too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love reading things you're not supposed to read? x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-6289682160433230858?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6289682160433230858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=6289682160433230858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/6289682160433230858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/6289682160433230858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-7636305701044611663</id><published>2010-09-11T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T08:46:45.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm bored so here I am with a tattoo filled post. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Now here's a few tattoo designs that I think would be wicked to be tattooed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIuhGjNCMwI/AAAAAAAAAfA/TU3fv37KsPM/s1600/tumblr_l41r1b4TJg1qc0yybo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIuhGjNCMwI/AAAAAAAAAfA/TU3fv37KsPM/s320/tumblr_l41r1b4TJg1qc0yybo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515679302546502402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This is the reason why I fell in love with bio tattoos =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIuhGaTreGI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bZL1JLGLYZY/s1600/Wolf-Tattoo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIuhGaTreGI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bZL1JLGLYZY/s1600/Wolf-Tattoo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIuhGaTreGI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bZL1JLGLYZY/s320/Wolf-Tattoo.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515679300158453858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Now, this will be wicked to be tattooed especially on the leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIuhGPZnZfI/AAAAAAAAAew/OEP0IbwyO1k/s1600/cool%2B3d%2Btattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIuhGPZnZfI/AAAAAAAAAew/OEP0IbwyO1k/s320/cool%2B3d%2Btattoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515679297230562802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;3D-ish tattoo. I want this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIuhFXWtKNI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3DKfEygxf6c/s1600/39140_413821828421_695953421_4820596_2561276_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIuhFXWtKNI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3DKfEygxf6c/s320/39140_413821828421_695953421_4820596_2561276_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515679282185971922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;For my love of guitars. The skull is an added bonus ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIuhEzIrHaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/DAwDcC_FaCs/s1600/3dtattoos51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIuhEzIrHaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/DAwDcC_FaCs/s320/3dtattoos51.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515679272463441314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Wicked bio tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIujB9Aa6CI/AAAAAAAAAfY/09FODwHUYFk/s1600/heartagram.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIujB9Aa6CI/AAAAAAAAAfY/09FODwHUYFk/s320/heartagram.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515681422596827170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Heartagram Ooh-lalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIujBirOBAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/41f1DpImDgQ/s1600/2748235190_76034d347f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIujBirOBAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/41f1DpImDgQ/s320/2748235190_76034d347f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515681415528580098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Another wicked wolf tattoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIujBHlBFNI/AAAAAAAAAfI/QqDZb0mD_Ts/s1600/avenged-sevenfold1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIujBHlBFNI/AAAAAAAAAfI/QqDZb0mD_Ts/s320/avenged-sevenfold1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515681408254809298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;For my love of Avenged Sevenfold =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Baby, I want another tattoo =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&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/399657069298291880-7636305701044611663?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7636305701044611663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=7636305701044611663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7636305701044611663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7636305701044611663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-bored-so-here-i-am-with-tattoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/TIuhGjNCMwI/AAAAAAAAAfA/TU3fv37KsPM/s72-c/tumblr_l41r1b4TJg1qc0yybo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8431255866445678815</id><published>2010-08-21T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:19:17.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Helloo dead blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm only here coz I'm freaking bored at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm literally foaming at the mouth already. Gahhh!! *bangs head on the wall*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;My schedule for this semester is pretty fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I have bloody night classes and it's LAW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Percentage of failures in Law is high and I'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm not exactly the brightest student, you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Oh well...gotta work harder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;On a totally different note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Chantri is awesome blossom lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;. Bleh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-8431255866445678815?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8431255866445678815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8431255866445678815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8431255866445678815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8431255866445678815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/08/helloo-dead-blog-im-only-here-coz-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-6583749818089483473</id><published>2010-06-06T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T04:59:01.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi blog, it's been a while, yes?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That aside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I've recently rekindled my long-lost love (and passion) for writing. Though, I'm still lazy as hell to finish writing a chapter x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I find Penang to be 'overflowing' with cars and that causes traffic jams at ungodly hours. I mean, do you expect a jam at 2 p.m.? I'm sorry, inappropriate seems to be the better word than ungodly but what the heck, I like being dramatic. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I hate traffic jams. I hate it even more when I have a bad stomach ache. My left foot hurts from all that clutch stepping but I still love manual transmission cars than auto transmission cars. They're more cooler. Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I've been spending my time playing Crisis Core. I was 2 years late in playing it but....WHY DID SEPHIROTH HAVE TO TURN BAD!?!?!? He was so, so, innocent and goody goody in Crisis Core *sobs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I procrastinate a lot. I should be working on my MCS assignment but here I am, typing out this boring blog post. I know I...Ah, fuck, the ever present stomach ache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-6583749818089483473?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6583749818089483473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=6583749818089483473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/6583749818089483473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/6583749818089483473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi-blog-its-been-while-yes-that-aside.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8612455996840315253</id><published>2010-05-15T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T17:40:22.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" align="center" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"   style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lookie! I found a nice quote...&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's emo but what the hell...&lt;br /&gt;Emo quotes best describe what I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" align="center" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For today's quote, it shall be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" align="center" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Unspoken love is like a poison. If you keep it to yourself for a long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" align="center" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" align="center" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time, it will consume you from the inside."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" align="center" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heh, it already did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); PADDING-TOP: 0pxfont-size:13px;" align="center" ft="'{" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-8612455996840315253?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8612455996840315253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8612455996840315253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8612455996840315253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8612455996840315253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/05/lookie-i-found-nice-quote.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-7753964579700787445</id><published>2010-04-02T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T06:09:09.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally found someone to dump my old guitar to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that means....&lt;b&gt;I CAN GET A NEW GUITAR&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whee~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me wants a decent cut in guitar that doesn't burn a hole in the pocket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, oh! I want new books too! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, the supervisor has been acting a little high and mighty lately...towards me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I, for the life of me, can't even think of what I had done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, it doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't wanna talk to me, so be it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two can play at that game. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-7753964579700787445?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7753964579700787445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=7753964579700787445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7753964579700787445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7753964579700787445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/04/yay-me-i-finally-found-someone-to-dump.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-1042506734395276702</id><published>2010-03-13T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:09:53.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;While browsing through i can read's tumblr account, I came upon this phrase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"No matter how coins you throw in a fountain or the number of fingers you cross, if it's not meant to be...it won't happen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Somehow, this phrase has sunk deep within me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I realized the hopelessness of my situation in a way that I haven't before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It certainly did opened my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Praying, wishing and tossing coins into wishing wells won't make something happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;We need to go all out to get it and if we can't get it no matter how hard we try, then move on with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Better things are yet to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Seriously, we can't spend our lives moping over something that has come to pass, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Anyway, I'm glad that I came upon this phrase =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It has become my mantra ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sometimes, it's all rainbows and butterflies; no gloomy clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&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/399657069298291880-1042506734395276702?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1042506734395276702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=1042506734395276702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/1042506734395276702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/1042506734395276702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/while-browsing-through-i-can-reads.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-5934021966767023595</id><published>2010-03-09T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:27:36.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/S5cfGxRyLGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Z7qFcO9A2Oc/s1600-h/tumblr_kxmc8k3Yad1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/S5cfGxRyLGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Z7qFcO9A2Oc/s320/tumblr_kxmc8k3Yad1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446856475495509090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reblogged from &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanread.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i can read&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sadly, it ain't progressing. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&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/399657069298291880-5934021966767023595?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5934021966767023595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=5934021966767023595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5934021966767023595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5934021966767023595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/reblogged-from-i-can-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/S5cfGxRyLGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Z7qFcO9A2Oc/s72-c/tumblr_kxmc8k3Yad1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-297868469174628142</id><published>2010-03-09T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T02:05:21.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life...has been boring lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's pretty uneventful too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I've been putting up late hours too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's just some sort of calm in being awake at the wee hours of the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There'd be no sound; only silence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's what I need right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's good, you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I've got new tattoos too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, I still want more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm already searching for my next desgin. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tatoos...they're like an addiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once you have one, you'll want more and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm maybe I'll just tattoo this phrase: &lt;i&gt;Je ne regrette rien&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yup, life goes on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-297868469174628142?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/297868469174628142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=297868469174628142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/297868469174628142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/297868469174628142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-3912852863114578087</id><published>2010-02-26T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T03:17:09.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a while since I last wrote a short story so I'mma go ahead and post it up here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was written for my Public Speaking speech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mind you, it's not all that nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all, the story was based on Taeyang's Wedding Dress. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy.&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;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;There are times in life when we fall in love but the other person will never be able to return our feelings or we are just afraid to show them how we feel so we won't jeopardize a friendship but sometimes we but have no choice but to let go of the one special person in our lives. It gets hard and sometimes, it is almost next to impossible to let them go. The real pain does not come from the waiting but rather when we watch the one we love give their love to another or in the worst case, watching them tie the knot with another. It is until such time that we have but no choice to move on and let them go. This, my friends, is one such story about the pain of love.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Drumming his fingers on the top of the grand piano, Tae stared at the music notes before looking out of the window. A perfect sunshiny day. A scene from the past plays on in his mind. Narsha was sitting across of him, her lips curled into a pout before she burst out into laughter. Tae smiled at her as he reached out to ruffle her hair. Stabs after stabs of pain came as the scene replays on and on in his mind. He sighed sadly. Will he be able to laugh and smile with her anymore? Will they ever have these moments anymore?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Music filled the room as his fingers flowed over the piano keys, striking each chord to create a piece so beautiful yet so hauntingly sad. Tears dripped down onto the keys as he continued playing the song that he had composed for no one but her. Tae smiled bitterly when he thought of how he is to play this song for her later...At her wedding...Her wedding with his best friend, Nick.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Tae stood in front of the mirror, re-adjusting his neck tie and feeling resigned at the same time. Part of him doesn't want to attend her wedding yet the other treacherous part of him wishes to be there to see the union between his two best friends. Best to just get this over and done with, he thought to himself. He smooth down his vest and took one final look at himself in the mirror as he walked towards the door.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;As he made his way through the crowded street to the church, more of their memories together played in his mind. It was one of those lazy afternoons where they had nothing to do but lazed around in Tae's house. Narsha was leaning against him as they were sharing the Ipod. To have her that close to him is almost like heaven on Earth. Though she was nothing but his best friend, it was more than enough for him but now there can be no more of these moments for him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Tae stood outside of the church, looking at the Roman style building. His cowardly self wanted nothing but to turn around and run as far as he could, far from this place. To walk through those doors will only kill him. But he had a promise to fulfill. He had promised her that he would play her song for her wedding. Steeling his heart, he took a step forward.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Friends greeted him, all smiles. They do not how much he felt for her. Tae made his way into the church, his heart getting heavier with each step he takes. She sat on an armchair, surrounded by her bridesmaids who were busy putting the final touches to her hair. Tae stood looking at the beauty that he could never be able to hold. She lifted her hand in greeting and smile. Tae returned the gesture and watched as she got up and made her way towards him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;As she walked towards him, her husband-to-be came right up to her to hold her hand and to greet Tae together with his wife-to-be. Tae looked aside when Nick began to tease her. What he'll give to be one standing beside her, teasing her and making her smile...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Tae took his seat in front of the piano as everyone took a seat to watch the couple tie the knot in matrimony. He watched as Narsha's father led her towards Nick who was waiting at the altar. Both were all smiles. Tae began to play Narsha's song as they exchange their vows, his heart breaking agonizingly slow. The pain increased a ten-fold. She was already Nick's, tied together for life. There can be no place for Tae in her heart anymore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Tae stood aside from the circle of well-wishers surrounding the newly-weds, congratulating them and wishing them a good life together. His heart broken into a thousand pieces, he couldn't find it in him to stand there and watch her being so happy. It was too much for him. He pulled a a platinum ring with a white diamond on it out from his pocket and looked at it. This ring was meant for her, meant to grace her finger. She was meant to be his but Nick beat him to it.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;He looked at the newly weds one more time before letting the ring slip from his hands. It fell with                     a ringing sound as it hit the ground. Just like the sound of his breaking heart. He'd disappear until he could face them with no pain in his heart. Yes, he'd disappear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Without a second look back, he walked away...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/p&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/399657069298291880-3912852863114578087?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3912852863114578087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=3912852863114578087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3912852863114578087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3912852863114578087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-while-since-i-last-wrote-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8205096587393915609</id><published>2010-02-11T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T03:20:43.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My emotions are running haywire lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been running haywire after talking to Felili two nights ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It made me look at myself in a different way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That aside, which each new semester, I'm beginning to feel that taking up Mass Comm was a mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not what I wanted to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna be doing Audio Engineering instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-8205096587393915609?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8205096587393915609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8205096587393915609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8205096587393915609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8205096587393915609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-emotions-are-running-haywire-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-3972192558924595291</id><published>2010-02-05T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:36:39.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pet craze has hit in once again and this time I want a ferret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I've always wanted a ferret but the price for a ferret is beyond my budget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I'm working now, I can save up for a ferret. Wheee~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/S20aduwOvGI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ty4HUmPvTVE/s1600-h/ferretsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/S20aduwOvGI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ty4HUmPvTVE/s320/ferretsa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435029423374908514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aww, aren't they cute? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/S20acudOU7I/AAAAAAAAAeA/fIaacknnUuY/s1600-h/ferret1q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/S20acudOU7I/AAAAAAAAAeA/fIaacknnUuY/s320/ferret1q.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435029406115320754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*swoons*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/S20acFpc5GI/AAAAAAAAAd4/5PAzfQdo0kI/s1600-h/ferret1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/S20acFpc5GI/AAAAAAAAAd4/5PAzfQdo0kI/s320/ferret1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435029395160753250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh~~ *dies*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/S20abc8NB8I/AAAAAAAAAdw/yv_VdIbwbrI/s1600-h/ferret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/S20abc8NB8I/AAAAAAAAAdw/yv_VdIbwbrI/s320/ferret.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435029384233551810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will be mine someday. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/399657069298291880-3972192558924595291?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3972192558924595291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=3972192558924595291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3972192558924595291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3972192558924595291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/pet-craze-has-hit-in-once-again-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/S20aduwOvGI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ty4HUmPvTVE/s72-c/ferretsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-1741042106315901193</id><published>2010-02-03T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T06:48:13.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet, another beautiful song from Daughtry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten miles from town and I just broke down&lt;br /&gt;Spittin' out smoke on the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;I'm out here alone just tryin' to get home&lt;br /&gt;To tell you I was wrong but you already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me I won't stop at nothin'&lt;br /&gt;To see you so I've started runnin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I'm after is a life full of laughter&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm laughin' with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after&lt;br /&gt;After the life we've been through&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know there's no life after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we talked, the night that I walked&lt;br /&gt;Burns like an iron in the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I must've been high to say you and I&lt;br /&gt;Weren't meant to be and just wastin' my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why did I ever doubt you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know I would die here without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All that I'm after is a life full of laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As long as I'm laughin' with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After the life we've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause I know there's no life after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I, right or wrong, there's no other one&lt;br /&gt;After this time I spent alone&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that a man with sight could be so blind&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' 'bout the better times, must've been outta my mind&lt;br /&gt;So I'm runnin' back to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I'm after is a life full of laughter&lt;br /&gt;Without you God knows what I'd do, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I'm after is a life full of laughter&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm laughin' with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin' 'bout all that still matters is love ever after&lt;br /&gt;After the life we've been through, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Know there's no life after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know there's no life after you&lt;br /&gt;Know there's no life after you&lt;br /&gt;Know there's no life after you&lt;br /&gt;Know there's no life after you&lt;br /&gt;Know there's no life after you&lt;br /&gt;Know there's no life after you&lt;br /&gt;Know there's no life after you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daughtry - Life After You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;You and I together; it just feels so right? Bahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/399657069298291880-1741042106315901193?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1741042106315901193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=1741042106315901193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/1741042106315901193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/1741042106315901193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/yet-another-beautiful-song-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-3138081755360630099</id><published>2010-01-19T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T03:53:59.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be at peace with ourself, we must see beyond the face in the mirror and hence, we can see the parts that fester deep within us. So, how is it that we can see beyond ourselves and be a spectator looking from the outside at the being that is actually our daily selves? I've been looking at the mirror lately, hoping to seek some peace within myself and all I could say to myself is "Your face damn &lt;i&gt;kiam pak, &lt;/i&gt;man. Looking at it is enough to make me feel annoyed" XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate myself sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not because of my imperfections but rather, these intense emotions that I feel constantly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is not something that can be shrugged off so easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish that it could be loh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*wishes for a peaceful day*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-3138081755360630099?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3138081755360630099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=3138081755360630099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3138081755360630099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3138081755360630099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-be-at-peace-with-ourself-we-must-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-5907897665773851202</id><published>2010-01-13T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:42:16.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoo, I'm bloody in love with Secrets in Studio!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.secretsinstereo.com/site/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/secretsinstereo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.secretsinstereo.com/site/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/secretsinstereo2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psst! I couldn't find a picture of the band, only this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome band with awesome songs.&lt;br /&gt;Their songs just make you go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; *melts*&lt;br /&gt;Not Today is an awesome song!! Whoo!!&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the original song than the acoustic version though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secrets in Studio - Not Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over my head, over my head&lt;br /&gt;Lookin’ for a hand to pull me up&lt;br /&gt;I hold my breath, hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If it’s the last the thing that I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I won’t reach for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not today, not tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want someone to follow&lt;br /&gt;Out of here&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take the fear, I’ll take the blame&lt;br /&gt;No regrets, not today&lt;br /&gt;It’s mine to build or break&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want someone to follow&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want someone to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over my head, over my head&lt;br /&gt;The sky is fallin’, pourin’ down on me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hold your breath, don’t hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t wanna be rescued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I won’t run to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not today, not tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don’t want someone to follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Out of here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’ll take the fear, I’ll take the blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No regrets, not today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It’s mine to build or break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don’t want someone to follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don’t want someone to follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the seconds ticking&lt;br /&gt;I feel the tension build&lt;br /&gt;The strings won’t hold me down&lt;br /&gt;They never will, they never will&lt;br /&gt;I hear the seconds ticking&lt;br /&gt;I feel the tension build&lt;br /&gt;The strings won’t hold me down&lt;br /&gt;They never will, they never will, They never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets, not today&lt;br /&gt;It’s mine to build or break&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want someone to follow&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want someone to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hear the seconds ticking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I feel the tension build&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The strings won’t hold me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never will, they never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, not today, not tomorrow. Perhaps, 'never' is the right word? Don't know what I'm talking about? Remain in the dark then. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-5907897665773851202?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5907897665773851202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=5907897665773851202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5907897665773851202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5907897665773851202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/01/whoo-im-bloody-in-love-with-secrets-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-5345249427018411243</id><published>2010-01-12T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T05:37:15.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gah, I should just punch you in the face whenever you land a punch on me!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hah, don't mind that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just an errant thought running loose. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okaayyyy, I'm suppose to be writing a speech about the most emotional moment of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heck, I've got a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm...I'll do a list instead la. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Psstt Lin, I copied your blog idea. XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top 5 Emotional Moments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. When my mum fell down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. When Dale, my chipmunk died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. When Alex, my miniature pincher died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Break-ups. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. When my so-called best friend(s) backstabbed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, there's all to it folks! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-5345249427018411243?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5345249427018411243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=5345249427018411243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5345249427018411243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5345249427018411243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/01/gah-i-should-just-punch-you-in-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-2415607773385715880</id><published>2010-01-02T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:22:56.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously can't wait for these two years to pass by a.s.a.p. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't stand it anymore. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lalala~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The mother of all my New Year Resolutions: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spend more time being alone. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whee~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least, this green little feeling won't choke me all the time when I'm alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn, caffeine is not good for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-2415607773385715880?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2415607773385715880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=2415607773385715880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/2415607773385715880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/2415607773385715880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-seriously-cant-wait-for-these-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8672476238791513530</id><published>2010-01-02T20:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:48:05.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Song of the moment and current message tone. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An awesome song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check it out, the acoustic version just rocks. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daphne Loves Derby - Sun&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm desperate to know how you are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you're deep asleep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been awake for days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to study every inch of your body &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in this picture, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From a distant state &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I can safely say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing in this world could tear me down in any way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But like a dream you disappeared without a sound, without a trace... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep well darling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wherever you are, I hope that you're happy tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe you found someone who will love you right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep well darling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm desperate to say now I need you more than ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but all I could say was goodnight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is for a girl back home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She tore down all my walls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left me for all she had known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I pushed it all away from me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no no, even if I knew, even if I knew what to say to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its just too late to make you stay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sick of fighting this broken fate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone else gets to tell you that you're beautiful... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep well darling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wherever you are, I hope that you're happy tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe you found someone who will love you right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep well darling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm desperate to say now I need you more than ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but all I could say was goodnight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its the last thing I want, but its all that I got &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its the last thing I need but I still carry you in my heart, in my heart... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep well darling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wherever you are, I hope that you're happy tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe you found someone who will love you right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep well darling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm desperate to say now I need you more than ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but all I could say was goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K. &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/399657069298291880-8672476238791513530?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8672476238791513530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8672476238791513530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8672476238791513530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8672476238791513530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-of-moment-and-current-message-tone.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-4932268268574918294</id><published>2010-01-01T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T06:47:22.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right, I'm gonna re-open this bloggie. XD&lt;br /&gt;And changes were made to the blog so the Haru Haru tab can be seen clearly. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Me no likey &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-4932268268574918294?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4932268268574918294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=4932268268574918294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4932268268574918294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4932268268574918294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8233497821134689012</id><published>2010-01-01T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T06:41:00.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to tab this out since I can get very lost when it comes to learning a song through Youtube without the tabs available. I'm guitar retarded, you see. XD&lt;br /&gt;This IS NOT created by me though I did make one or two tiny changes to it or maybe more changes to it than I intended to &gt;.&lt; Other than that, that's how &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aiyohhhh&lt;/span&gt; played it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check out her cover of this wonderful song and there's the link to the tutorial too in case you start seeing blank with my noob-ish tab. =D&lt;br /&gt;Cover: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jj6oyoWievg"&gt;Click Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3KIq81lu6c"&gt;Click Here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro for Haru Haru.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;[054030]                                                                      [Cadd9]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e|------3--2-------------3--2-------------3--2------------------------------------------------3--2-------------------------------------|&lt;br /&gt;B|-------------3----------------3-----------------3-------3----------3------------3---0------------------3-------0--------------0-----|&lt;br /&gt;G|-4--------------4--4-------------2--2--------------------------0-----------0-----------------------------------0----------0---------|&lt;br /&gt;D|------------------------------------------------------------4-----------4----------------------------------------2------2-------------|&lt;br /&gt;A|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------3--------------------|&lt;br /&gt;E|---------------------------------------------------------0----------------------------0------------------------------------------------|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e|--------3--2--------------------------------3--2--3--3(h)5----------------------------------------------------------------------------|&lt;br /&gt;B|--0------------2------0----------------0-------------------------3------------3--------3-------3-------------------------------------|&lt;br /&gt;G|----------------------0-------0--------------------------------------------0--------0-------0------------0----------------------------|&lt;br /&gt;D|----------------------2---2---------------------------------------------4--------4-------4----------4---------------------------------|&lt;br /&gt;A|-(3)------------------3-------------------------------0--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|&lt;br /&gt;E|-----------------------------------------------------------------0----------------------------------------------------------------------|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadd9[032033] , D[000232] , [054030]--&gt; I'm sorry but I don't know what this chord is called too  &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadd9  D  [054030] Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- According to aiyohhh, it's up to you on how you wanna play the verse part =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;(strum)&lt;br /&gt;Cadd9  D  Em&lt;br /&gt;Cadd9  D  Em&lt;br /&gt;Repeat until the end of the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadd9, D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, girl, I cry cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[054030]&lt;br /&gt;You're, my all, say goodbye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadd9, D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my love, don't lie lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[054030]&lt;br /&gt;You're, my heart, say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I THINK that is how the outro is played. Not too sure though. Go watch the video. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-8233497821134689012?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8233497821134689012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8233497821134689012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8233497821134689012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8233497821134689012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-3547638236740868724</id><published>2009-12-26T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:37:05.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I'm having one of my food-craving moments, I might as well post up something about it. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okaaayyy, when I get my paycheck, this is what I want to buy/eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm if my is back then she'll have no choice but to get them for me. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, &lt;b&gt;List 1&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients for burgers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Buns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Chicken patties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Mayonnaise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Lea and Perings (is this how you spell it?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Chili sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Vegetables (cabbage, carrots and onions)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Cheese (cheese makes the burger TASTY!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, on to &lt;b&gt;List 2&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients for macaroni (bolognaise style)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Prego instant bolognaise sauce (HAH, I'm much too lazy to make my own bolognaise sauce)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- One box of macaroni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Parmesan cheese (Parmesan cheese is a MUST!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;List 3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients for fried curry maggi mee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Maggi Mee; curry flavour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Vegetables (cabbage and carrots)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Minced meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;List 4.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients for spaghetti carbonara.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- spaghetti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;List of ingredients yet to come as I know nuts about making this dish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Okay, enough of the ingredient lists)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Sushi &lt;/b&gt;(Unagi is L-O-, L-O- , L-O-V-E)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Korean BBQ &lt;/b&gt;(The pork in Korean Palace is to DIE for. Yum yum)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Italian food. &lt;/b&gt;(I want the lasagna only. XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Barbecued chicken wings and sausages. &lt;/b&gt;(I don't know why but I'm craving for these all of a sudden. The ones I barbecued are yummy! Lalala I know I'm self-praising but who cares? =P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Banana leaf rice. &lt;/b&gt;(It's been too long since I last ate this dish)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Some good ol' creamy mushroom soup with garlic breads. &lt;/b&gt;(Simple meal but tasty. Mmm~~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that concludes my food-craving post. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-3547638236740868724?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3547638236740868724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=3547638236740868724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3547638236740868724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3547638236740868724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/12/since-im-having-one-of-my-food-craving.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-4199152104897563814</id><published>2009-12-26T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:24:33.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okayy, it's been a while since I last complained about work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my old blog, my manager back in Swensen's is the cause of all those complain posts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now, the new manager in my new workplace is pissing me off very badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not the only one that she is pissing off though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one likes her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know what she said to my supervisor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said that her job here is to order us around ONLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wtf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If your job as a manager is to do that only, you might as well don't work here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been managing quite well without a manager for the past few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hiring a manager like her doesn't make any difference at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She doesn't even wanna work from 1 to 10 too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, come on, you're a manager, you need to be working like our shifts too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only that, you can bloody fetch the maid back coz you're bloody on the way home unlike the rest of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of making us so bloody annoyed, you should be finding a solution about the maid thingy, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We don't want the petrol allowance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes, we don't want it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And oh, I'd really appreciate it if you don't talk to us so rudely when we voiced out our opinions regarding the maid thingy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assholic much. Tch tch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In short, Miss Manager, you are nothing compared to MG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that's one manager who knows her job well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A manager well-loved by us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only she can come back here as our manager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only she can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-4199152104897563814?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4199152104897563814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=4199152104897563814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4199152104897563814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4199152104897563814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/12/okayy-its-been-while-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8522153472647058294</id><published>2009-12-24T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T05:55:45.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Year's around the bend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup, it's time to make more resolutions for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not like I'll stick to them though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay maybe, just for a month or two then bye-bye resolutions. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anddddd, today's Christmas eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy to say, I'm all alone on this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, yes, I've been feeling a little anti-social lately. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, being alone can be fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't no one telling you, "Goddamn it, you are so emo!!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mind you, I'm not emo most of the time, I just prefer to keep to myself. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lalalala~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still want Boys Like Girl's Love Drunk album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get it for me, will ya? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andddd, I'm craving for the Tanjung Bungah burger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Call me crazy but I drove all the way there just to get the oh-so-yummy Burger Special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's yummy, ya hear me? YUMMYYYYY!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I still want to see her smile. That's all I'm ever asking for Christmas, Santa. =D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-8522153472647058294?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8522153472647058294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8522153472647058294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8522153472647058294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8522153472647058294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-around-bend.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-3400038899817750390</id><published>2009-12-19T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T05:56:23.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lalala, you just don't know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two lines from my cover song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your smile is so perfect and it makes me melt inside,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find a reason but I just couldn't find one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup, it's your smile that I dream of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coz, it's the most perfect smile I've ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sweetest too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just love it when you smile. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, keep smiling though your hurting inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never know who takes joy from seeing you smile. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lalala, you just don't know...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-3400038899817750390?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3400038899817750390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=3400038899817750390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3400038899817750390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3400038899817750390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/12/lalala-you-just-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-7927894357256817272</id><published>2009-12-07T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T06:23:46.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I get so tired from all this denying and hiding.&lt;br /&gt;So why hide, you might ask.&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I'm nothing more than a coward.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that everything will be okay if I hide everything in; pushing this pain deeper and deeper.&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know, the wound continued festering, festering, festering...&lt;br /&gt;So what am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some lyrics from some songs worth checking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You make it impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to get to your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as soon as I'm close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is  when you close the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you pushing me far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and making it hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I  know what you're going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;been hurt before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so let down your  guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll show you LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you still running like a rebel without a  cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you make it impossible to get to your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you still running like a  rebel without a cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikki Flores - Rebel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could live without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would just walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I feel sick when  I'm not around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like I'm allergic to the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could breathe  without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would let go of your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but every time I try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel  like half a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So its obvious I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No prayers of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have fallen way too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no cure, no drug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To  heal my burning heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Claude Kelly - Obvious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the second I looked at you I couldn't say a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of a sudden I had  butterflies in my stomach, I couldn't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why? Why couldn't I show  her what I felt inside my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why? Why couldn't I tell her how special she  means to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why? Does it have to be this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why? Why do I sit and cry cause she's not mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why? Why do I feel so down,  when she's not around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why? Does it have to be this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time for  me to stop being a coward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And face this stuff right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finaldraft - Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;February of 14, I was lonely on this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess Cupid never got my letter so  yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each and everyday of my life hoping that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she would  stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But on this day I found out she went on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her separate way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things I  thought were wrong I found out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I messed up again thinking  that it was just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alone on this date and it was just like last  year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Same time, same rhyme, and baby you ain't here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And even if the sun refused to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if romance ran out of rhyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You  would still have my heart until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're all I need, my love,  my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albert Posis ft. Shiny - Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got me reminiscing all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish that I could press rewind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stevie Hoang - So Cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl it's written all on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that you don't really want me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I understand and I'm sorry girl for wasting your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry cos i can't  get you off my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I handed you my heart and then you broke it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope  that you cared for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry for loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry that I tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A. Dave - Sorry For Loving You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Throw me a rope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't leave me drowning in an ocean so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really need  you to help me understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why you don't reach for my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you know  i'm hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been on the sideline waiting baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling like i'm  here alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna be your last resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sitting on the bench waiting  for your call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought that we were closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try and i try and you're  never around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I say i won't cry, but the tears they come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pouring and the  truth is i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't wanna leave but i'm losing my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting on the  sideline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is your chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our song is playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you should  want us to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You used to laugh when i would step on your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is that  just a memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marina Chello - Sideline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stop here before I spam this whole post with lyrics. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-7927894357256817272?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7927894357256817272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=7927894357256817272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7927894357256817272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7927894357256817272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-i-get-so-tired-from-all-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-2428025075829357322</id><published>2009-12-03T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T06:23:28.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got nothing to hide anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe only a broken heart that's on the mend.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I can never hate you.&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me miss you even more.&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what I want?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-2428025075829357322?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2428025075829357322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=2428025075829357322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/2428025075829357322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/2428025075829357322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-got-nothing-to-hide-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8476385336224108631</id><published>2009-11-24T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T06:21:14.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POST DELETED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lalala~~&lt;br /&gt;Now, isn't Sarah Shahi hot? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m185/ReadytoSmile/81def5f776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 375px;" src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m185/ReadytoSmile/81def5f776.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current band addiction: Hollywood Undead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I loved you, you made me, hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You gave me, hate, see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It saved me and these tears are deadly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You feel that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I rip back, everytime you tried to steal that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You feel bad? You feel sad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im sorry, hell no fuck that! It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife. This strife it dies, this life and these lies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And these lungs have sung this song for too long, and its true I hurt too, remember I loved you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hollywood Undead - My Black Dahlia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/399657069298291880-8476385336224108631?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8476385336224108631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8476385336224108631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8476385336224108631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8476385336224108631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-feelings-for-you-hah-its-not-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8941352553718863399</id><published>2009-11-11T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:36:07.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found my song of the moment. WOO-HOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one knows how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one there you'd like to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was dark and full of pain&lt;br /&gt;You write help with your own blood&lt;br /&gt;'Cause hope is all you've got&lt;br /&gt;You open up you eyes&lt;br /&gt;But nothings changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to cause you trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't wanna stay too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came here to say to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, I am here&lt;br /&gt;If you want it's me you'll see&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't count, far or near&lt;br /&gt;I can hold you when you reach for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is meaningless&lt;br /&gt;Your diary full of trash&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to get along with empty hands&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;But it died not long ago&lt;br /&gt;It tried to shine just for you&lt;br /&gt;Until the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to cause you trouble&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna stay too long&lt;br /&gt;I just came here to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I am by your side&lt;br /&gt;Just for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, I am here&lt;br /&gt;If you want it's me you'll see&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't count, far or near&lt;br /&gt;I can hold you when you reach for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the world makes you confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And your senses you seem to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the storm doesn't want to diffuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you just don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look around, I am here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't count far or near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am by your side&lt;br /&gt;Just for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn around&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, I am here&lt;br /&gt;Turn around&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't count, far or near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you want it's me you'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can hold you when you reach for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turn around, I am here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doesn't count, far or near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am by your side&lt;br /&gt;Just for a little while&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it if we try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tokio Hotel - By Your Side&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/399657069298291880-8941352553718863399?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8941352553718863399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8941352553718863399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8941352553718863399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8941352553718863399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-found-my-song-of-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8039740670691247491</id><published>2009-11-11T06:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:11:21.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've decided.&lt;br /&gt;If I were to ever to make this blog public again, it will annoy the shitcrap outta you. x)&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel like doing just that but then again, I'm a considerate person. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;So, a private blog it shall remain then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you did nothing but contradicted yourself again.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're not to be blame since you've gotten yourself in too deep with him.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that sometimes I could just tell you that if you ever have a need for me to vent your frustrations and pain, I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;But things had changed between us.&lt;br /&gt;I chose our division.&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly, I was the one to walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be your soldier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be your lover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be there at your side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you can be my only one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only one for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just can't take it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching him treat cha, treat cha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Treat cha so bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh why, must you let him do ya like he does,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't chu see I love ya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl, you know you'll never be alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not on my watch, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know you always got me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/399657069298291880-8039740670691247491?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8039740670691247491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8039740670691247491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8039740670691247491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8039740670691247491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-7756051695061949951</id><published>2009-11-03T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:53:43.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doodling is serious fun. x)&lt;br /&gt;It kills time.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, it describe some things words can't describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBA5FQNBiI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yvx2rZIxyAo/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBA5FQNBiI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yvx2rZIxyAo/s320/DSC00766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399887302624085538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What goes up, has got to fall. Lame, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBA45zQLcI/AAAAAAAAAcw/RnrTFHh9J40/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBA45zQLcI/AAAAAAAAAcw/RnrTFHh9J40/s320/DSC00765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399887299549867458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My twisted angel with a body shape like Ezra's. I suck at drawing hands. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBA4eIwVaI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZE_9K5fQS1c/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBA4eIwVaI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZE_9K5fQS1c/s320/DSC00764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399887292123862434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBA4DuMshI/AAAAAAAAAcg/cLHbMTobFbA/s1600-h/DSC00761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBA4DuMshI/AAAAAAAAAcg/cLHbMTobFbA/s320/DSC00761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399887285033153042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doodles page 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBA3-QM8RI/AAAAAAAAAcY/M375jefBojM/s1600-h/DSC00760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBA3-QM8RI/AAAAAAAAAcY/M375jefBojM/s320/DSC00760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399887283565162770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doodles page 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBBM7osDaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/7_kFk3qirHA/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBBM7osDaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/7_kFk3qirHA/s320/DSC00768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399887643639811490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love triangle drawn ala stick style. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBBMmifqwI/AAAAAAAAAdA/c4AaNjSqlf8/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBBMmifqwI/AAAAAAAAAdA/c4AaNjSqlf8/s320/DSC00767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399887637976689410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of ships and dinosaur-dragon hybrids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBBNOvo6RI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/j4Ss83Um8wE/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBBNOvo6RI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/j4Ss83Um8wE/s320/DSC00762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399887648769239314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yee Lin's invasion of my note book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So empty can feel no more,&lt;br /&gt;As I'm left when my tears on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;I wait for my heart to mend,&lt;br /&gt;But you keep tearing a hole,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside I'm so lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the middle of my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is a battlefield of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fighting for too long,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now I'm shattered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;From your trip in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't takin' it till it broke,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;Felt this slip from your hands,&lt;br /&gt;Hit the ground and now it shattered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so shattered&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I still here for?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that I'm just waiting?&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you'd rescue me,&lt;br /&gt;And put the pieces together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TC - Shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBBNZK8GJI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4e_4potbGRc/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBBNZK8GJI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4e_4potbGRc/s320/DSC00730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399887651568097426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Music heals the soul, no? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pah! Poser much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-7756051695061949951?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7756051695061949951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=7756051695061949951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7756051695061949951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7756051695061949951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/11/doodling-is-serious-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SvBA5FQNBiI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yvx2rZIxyAo/s72-c/DSC00766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8233116490399522066</id><published>2009-11-02T09:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T06:26:45.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Stumbled upon' Christian's version of Umbrella in Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;I found it to be nice, his voice so emotional; suiting the mood of the song.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, it's done the way I like it; ala acoustic. XD&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I write a little something after the lyrics. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;You had my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And we'll never be worlds apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we will never be but this goodbye is inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the sun shines, we'll shine together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Told you I'll be here forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Said I'll always be your friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Took an oath I'mma stick it out 'till the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Know that we'll still have each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know, I'll always take some of my time out for you just to hear you out; to be there for you when you need a friend. I guess, you don't have a need for me anymore...But I still have my promise to you to keep. Remember how I will always say I'll always be there for you? I guess, you deemed me not worthy of your secrets and your dilemmas anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These fancy things, will never come in between,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're part of my entity, here for infinity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the war has took its part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the world has dealt its cards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the hand is hard, together we'll mend your heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If there is ever a need of me, just call my name and I'll be there to help you mend the wounds of your heart and bridge the rifts of your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's raining, raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you've gone away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~~&lt;br /&gt;You are so intriguing to me, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm feeling random. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-8233116490399522066?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8233116490399522066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8233116490399522066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8233116490399522066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8233116490399522066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/11/stumbled-upon-christians-version-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-4833927459575022724</id><published>2009-10-30T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:59:28.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt like kissing the floor when I found something that I want.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not exactly want.&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I can't think of that word.&lt;br /&gt;My English is rotting after months of disuse.&lt;br /&gt;I.should.start.writing.again. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;I should start reading the dictionary again. *dies horribly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My guitar skills is well, uh, not improving.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin owe me tabs for Love Story and Apologize.&lt;br /&gt;No tabs, no improvements.&lt;br /&gt;And...my song is stuck where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse and chorus - settled.&lt;br /&gt;Bridge - Uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics - Not even close to completing a verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my laziness to continue composing and writing actually.&lt;br /&gt;I find no point in continuing the song for only one reason we are all too familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;Yes baby, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pointlessnesses&lt;/span&gt; time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lalalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Inglorious Basterds was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Almost fell asleep in the cinema just by watching history getting twisted.&lt;br /&gt;Holocaust or not, it still leads back to the same thing: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Violence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Ninja.&lt;br /&gt;Bla, more violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wanting to be alone is definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; a form of emo-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to keep my silence is definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; a form of emo-ness either.&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to smile is my god-damn bloody problem and it's definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; a form of emo-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit my previous blog posts have been nothing but emo crap. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Screw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bailey's Irish Cream is L.O.V.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SusJoAyS2wI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Z6qEkmhFIXw/s1600-h/baileys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SusJoAyS2wI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Z6qEkmhFIXw/s320/baileys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398419161344039682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the richness and smoothness of the liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magnífico. Fabuloso. Aah, amor; Bailey es el amor.&lt;/span&gt; &gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;Would some kind soul get this as my Christmas Present? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My note pad hath now become my sketch pad.&lt;br /&gt;Doodles after doodles.&lt;br /&gt;PR's such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;It bites.&lt;br /&gt;It kills.&lt;br /&gt;It's...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, doodles are born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want more tattoos. *whines* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One, two, baby steps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three, four, baby steps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Five, six, baby steps.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm starting over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Varsity - Baby Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Oh yes, definitely tryna start over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It's high time for reformation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/399657069298291880-4833927459575022724?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4833927459575022724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=4833927459575022724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4833927459575022724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4833927459575022724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-felt-like-kissing-floor-when-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SusJoAyS2wI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Z6qEkmhFIXw/s72-c/baileys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-922449891421569080</id><published>2009-10-22T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T08:10:06.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found the perfect song! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm posting up the lyrics here.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BvHTa7uVBfk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BvHTa7uVBfk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everytime I get to look upon your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like my soul is  dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everytime I reach for you its empty space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like my heart is  crying for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate to be away from you but I'll..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll understand if  you can't give me all I've dreamed of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'll still be waiting, cause I  can't get over you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we were in love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You told me I was your  angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You took our  forever and ever away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Away.. away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You took our forever and ever  away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(forever and ever.. away.. forever away..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You took our forever and  ever away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like I'm stuck in one place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just keep going  around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't keep wondering around so i just..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Took my heart up off the  plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I continue to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know why I keep trying.. to fit a  picture in this frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You just break it everyday (but I can't get over  you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mind is telling me to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my heart I just don't know what to  do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I can't get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we were in love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You told me  you were my angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I was the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You  took my forever and ever away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(forever and ever.. away.. ever away..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You  took our forever and ever away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(forever and ever.. away.. ever away..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You  took our forever and ever away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(forever and ever.. away.. ever away..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You  took out forever and ever away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So how can I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you made me  believe that it was only me.. me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can I trust you when you deserved to  leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What made you lie to me.. me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can I touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel it in  your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no room for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can I want you (uh huh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I  deserved to be with someone who truly loves me.. yeah.. yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm  talking on a daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She got me goin' crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My baby ain't the same as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As  all these people sayin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I ain't really patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm debatin',  waitin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause she be hesitatin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And she gon' slip a mistake  in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thinkin' I put my faith in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could this help the datin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She ain't  participatin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if I'm not mistaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Late at night the phone  vibratin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Translation nigga's cakin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My trust is slowly breakin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I'm  the one that's breakin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was it the weather baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You said forever  baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And through the rain and the storm I was your shelter baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm  looking at your picture,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my coldest winter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm feeling like  december&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm feeling like december&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever and ever away.. ever away..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This numbness within me just keep increasing with the passing days.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, I'm finally able to say no to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-922449891421569080?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/922449891421569080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=922449891421569080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/922449891421569080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/922449891421569080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-found-perfect-song-yay-and-im-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-25255517689316673</id><published>2009-10-20T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:37:05.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great, I've got squiggly lines in my head...again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fcuk. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This isn't suppose to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's suppose to be a "No, NEVER" thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-25255517689316673?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/25255517689316673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=25255517689316673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/25255517689316673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/25255517689316673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-ive-got-squiggly-lines-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-6218306029111631909</id><published>2009-10-14T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:50:08.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I couldn't resist posting up another post.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking back if we had one more night to spend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would steal every second I would never let it end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like the taste of your lips what I'd give to drink you in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will always remember and I know that it goes with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will never leave this part of you behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I miss overall is a smile I can't replace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause it starts in your eyes and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It filled up all the space in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I will always remember and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that it goes with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will never leave this part of you behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With you gone it plays on it's so hard to move on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to but I wanted you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you stay in my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not over you yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to but I wanted you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make no mistake I'm here in this place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm waiting around for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can't help it I'm still searching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For some way to get through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will always remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan Cabrera - With You Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-6218306029111631909?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6218306029111631909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=6218306029111631909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/6218306029111631909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/6218306029111631909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-i-couldnt-resist-posting-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-453301245305061702</id><published>2009-10-14T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:42:58.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't bear to part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nor can I bear to forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memories cease bringing meanings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, why can't I stop my futile efforts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reasons are what I need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do I reason when everything feels dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To sacrifice this festering heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I definitely can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 more hours to go...&lt;br /&gt;Am I just imagining the little sparks of fire?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I still stuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;br /&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/399657069298291880-453301245305061702?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/453301245305061702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=453301245305061702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/453301245305061702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/453301245305061702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-i-finally-can-see-through-haze-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-6708716316536522879</id><published>2009-10-09T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:19:13.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found this somewhere on the internet. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, a long time ago, I fell in love. And there was laughing and funny breaths and happiness. There was much rejoicing. And then, SHUT! Over. Gone. Dead. Completely cut off. Disconnected. The taste still fresh in my mouth. The smell still linger on my skin. The feeling left in my fingertips. But I can't get that feeling back. I may spend my entire life trying to get back into that Polaroid. Fighting all the way. The best thing I have ever known. Even now, years later, anytime I come close to it I want to dive in. Sink or swim. I don't care. I would give anything to be even in the room next to it. Across the street. A breath away. Remembering what I never let myself forget. Looking someone in the eye and knowing; another time, another place, it is right there. In front of me. Within reach. Just open my fingers and wrap them around it. Hold it tightly. And never let it go. Never. Never. I fought. I fought hard. But only with myself. Sometimes I wonder if I should have fought harder. With her. With it. Tried to work it out. It all made sense for about fifteen seconds. Just enough time to say, “You're right”. “What the hell was I thinking?” Why didn't I say . . . . something. My line of thinking was…if she doesn't want it, I don't want to push it. Why try to keep her where she doesn't want to be? But she did want to be there. She had to. She was happy. There were nights I cried. When we were together and then I took her home and on the way home I cried. Not because I was sad, or even missed her already, but because I was happy. So happy I couldn't contain myself. I talked to God. Whether I believed in him or not. And I said thank you. Over and over. Again and again. I couldn't believe it was real. That I could actually touch her. Kiss her. Look into her perfect green eyes and see myself. But I could. I had seen her before. IN the coffee shop. And I said to myself, I would give up everything if she would even turn my way. She was light years beyond me. Another plane. Another class. Confident, beautiful, at peace. So sure. Not for me. I couldn't even dream it. No way could I ever make it real. Did she feel what I felt? I have to believe she did. If I didn't it would be so hard to breathe. So hard to get up in the morning. So hard to be. No one will be her. No one will have those green eyes. No one will have that one lock of hair hiding all her secrets. And no one, ever again (shudder) will make me whole. Not like that. I'm scared. I'm so scared. What if it is real? What if never? What if I'm right? Do you ever wonder, do you ever ask yourself, “Can I live without love??” .“Can I open my eyes?” I'm afraid to. There is a feeling. You know it. This trembling completeness. This warmth. That makes everything big. And you are ten feet tall all the time. Everyone is looking at you. You are the one. The one she chose. The one she calls when everything is wrong, and when everything is right! She is the one who reaches out for you. For me. She once said, “I need you.” I was done. That was what I was looking for all my life. Those words. For something so pure as this creature to need ME! Could not be real. Could not be my life. But it was. Of course, it WAS! It isn't anymore. It is gone. So far away. And it will never be there again. I see little pieces of it everywhere. A glance, a smile, a touch. I feel desperate. I feel alone. So much out there. But I only want to hear one thing. Not sure what. But I will know. If I ever get the chance. I will stretch out my fingers, grasp it tightly, and NEVER LET IT GO! But till then; I will be here. With my open hand. And my desperate heart. And my cold skin. Slowly, regrettably, forgetting just enough that I can survive from one day to the next. To remember is to suffer. To see what was and then look at what is. To hear a voice, feel my heart stop. Watch my breath stutter in the cold. She… She can be almost anyone. She can read me like a book. I will open to any page for anyone. Cover to cover. Nothing to hide. Not the fear, the pain, or the hopelessness. It is all there. Large print ; easy to read. Secrets dissolve in tears. Dissipating into honesty, innocence, need. I was lost and now I'm found. I was blind but now I see. Maybe I don't want to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-6708716316536522879?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6708716316536522879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=6708716316536522879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/6708716316536522879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/6708716316536522879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/10/found-this-somewhere-on-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-3116477672032056527</id><published>2009-10-07T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:06:40.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;So my blog died...again.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the owner. x)&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Not much to update about actually.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm maybe I'll write a little of what I'm feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we prove that we were crazy when we decided to give some unknown driver a free show in the form of tecktonik and lala poses in Pulau Tikus. XD&lt;br /&gt;It was fun though, to be able to bring smiles/ laughter to people's faces. XD&lt;br /&gt;Ahh scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;That was totally a random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay laaa.&lt;br /&gt;I shall start ranting now that my blog is set to private.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;That means YOU can't read what I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiggghhhhttt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been feeling a little hopeless ever since I found out that the person that you love with all your heart is none other than...him. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Died over and over again just by watching how close the two of you were in college.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, 2 years isn't that long now is it? =(&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could live with all these shit. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;AND, it really broke me when I heard that you hate yourself a lot for hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you shouldn't be hating yourself when I'm the one that brings this pain upon myself. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;But to act indifferent I must.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I wanna be close to you, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I see his shadow in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;That's why whenever you are near, I'll just walk away to be on my own.&lt;br /&gt;It's too much to look into those eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Too unbearable to look your way coz all I see is him being next to you, making you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;To hell with these shitty feelings man.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get over you, you know?&lt;br /&gt;Tried and failed so many times that I'm just so sick and tired of trying anymore.&lt;br /&gt;AND, I'm definitely sick and tired of reading your plurks about him.&lt;br /&gt;It only spells more heartaches for me.&lt;br /&gt;Damn me. =.=&lt;br /&gt;I can't complete with your walking checklist.&lt;br /&gt;Never did stand a chance from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just stop here before it leads to something else more...private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I found so yeah, I'll just post it up. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you, I need you. If only you knew the pain I feel when I'm not with you and I'm thinking about you all day which never makes the pain go away. The pain I have knowing that this might be my last day, my last breath, that you may be my last kiss, my last love. The pain you put me through, I hope you never have to feel because the pain makes you not want to feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SsyuWOREwrI/AAAAAAAAAaw/qLWra3HaGIA/s1600-h/i_hate_missing_you_but_i_love_having_you_to_miss_postcard-p239348892475209024qibm_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SsyuWOREwrI/AAAAAAAAAaw/qLWra3HaGIA/s320/i_hate_missing_you_but_i_love_having_you_to_miss_postcard-p239348892475209024qibm_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389874550865707698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-3116477672032056527?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3116477672032056527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=3116477672032056527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3116477672032056527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3116477672032056527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/10/okayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SsyuWOREwrI/AAAAAAAAAaw/qLWra3HaGIA/s72-c/i_hate_missing_you_but_i_love_having_you_to_miss_postcard-p239348892475209024qibm_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-6962783886074662149</id><published>2009-07-19T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:00:45.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember us in this moment&lt;br /&gt;Cos what I'm about to say might hurt&lt;br /&gt;So try to take a mental picture&lt;br /&gt;So you'd never forget the way we were&lt;br /&gt;Cos the truth is more then i know you can take&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'll understand if you can't stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I lied when I said that I don't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;Cos everywhere I go, everything I do&lt;br /&gt;Takes me right back to you, gets me right back to ya&lt;br /&gt;And I tried but I don't have the strength to pretend anymore&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, put your memories alive&lt;br /&gt;And I'm right back, yes I'm right back to ya&lt;br /&gt;I guess I still belong to you (still belong to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were right when you told me&lt;br /&gt;That I would regret the choice I made&lt;br /&gt;(deep down everything belongs to you)&lt;br /&gt;But through my eyes I just couldn't see it&lt;br /&gt;Til the sky was turning grey&lt;br /&gt;(deep down everything belongs to you)&lt;br /&gt;It all fell apart when I did it my way&lt;br /&gt;So i'll understand if you can't stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos  lied when I said that I don't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;Cos everywhere I go, everything i do&lt;br /&gt;Takes me right back to you, gets me right back to ya&lt;br /&gt;And i tried but I don't have the strength to pretend anymore&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, put your memories alive&lt;br /&gt;And i'm right back, yes I'm right back to ya&lt;br /&gt;I guess i still belong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me coming back home is a hard pill to swallow&lt;br /&gt;Cos i said that I'd never&lt;br /&gt;Need you the moment I walked away&lt;br /&gt;I find you're always the one who I wanna run to&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're still the one I belong to&lt;br /&gt;(yeah you're the one I belong to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-6962783886074662149?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6962783886074662149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=6962783886074662149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/6962783886074662149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/6962783886074662149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/07/remember-us-in-this-moment-cos-what-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-77568643248522839</id><published>2009-07-10T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:37:24.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll never ever be able to know how much it's hurting me to go on this way, do you?&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know how hard it is for me to let you go, do you?&lt;br /&gt;You'll definitely will never know how it tears me apart to read your plurks about him do you?&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know that I'll bleed just to show you how much you meant to me, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I such a bloody fool for you, R? Why?&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time, I would never had made the mistake of knowing you and falling so bloody hard for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just ran away from this place coz everything just reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-77568643248522839?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/77568643248522839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=77568643248522839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/77568643248522839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/77568643248522839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/07/youll-never-ever-be-able-to-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-7929101549939586676</id><published>2009-06-29T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:11:12.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confessions 101&lt;br /&gt;by Shaun K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedicated to the one person I'm lucky to have known.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with you has never been easy,&lt;br /&gt;For you were cold like ice to me,&lt;br /&gt;Your actions caused a chasm within me; always filled with doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Always filled with questions,&lt;br /&gt;Am I not doing enough?&lt;br /&gt;I took the blame when you said I was being cold to you,&lt;br /&gt;But you were the one drifting away&lt;br /&gt;on that perilous Sea of Drifting Apart,&lt;br /&gt;How could I not be depressed?&lt;br /&gt;How could I not be wondering?&lt;br /&gt;How could I not be...angry?&lt;br /&gt;I kept my feelings inside; for I was always to hurt you my angel&lt;br /&gt;sent from above,&lt;br /&gt;Cold your actions may be but truly you are the best&lt;br /&gt;thing that has ever happened to me,&lt;br /&gt;But I was stupid; bloody stupid,&lt;br /&gt;Looking back,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe the fool I was,&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to say that I&lt;br /&gt;don't love you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;If I could make you understand the emotions&lt;br /&gt;within me; would you forgive me&lt;br /&gt;for saying those accursed words?&lt;br /&gt;Anger condemned me,&lt;br /&gt;Regrets haunted me to this day,&lt;br /&gt;I bleed more than you could ever imagine; bleeding&lt;br /&gt;for my fool's mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding for letting you go without&lt;br /&gt;fighting till the very end to make you stay,&lt;br /&gt;Tears of blood I cried; you'll never see or know,&lt;br /&gt;A thousand apologies I wish to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;But will it ever heal the rift that I've caused?&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever bring us back to where&lt;br /&gt;we've been before; where love was intense and sweet,&lt;br /&gt;You've move on; my human eyes could see that,&lt;br /&gt;It tears me apart to know you've move on,&lt;br /&gt;Never once did I blame you for that; never...&lt;br /&gt;If you ever habour any hatred for me,&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever back away from it,&lt;br /&gt;For I will accept it face on,&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know how much it&lt;br /&gt;hurts me to say I don't love you anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you,&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And that's true,&lt;br /&gt;Stuck on you; ditto that,&lt;br /&gt;It has never change,&lt;br /&gt;My love for you could only&lt;br /&gt;grow stronger; never once weaker,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how could I let go of a&lt;br /&gt;wonderful person like you?&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all of me,&lt;br /&gt;For I believe you deserved&lt;br /&gt;to be love deeply and be&lt;br /&gt;appreciated for the wonderful person you are,&lt;br /&gt;2 years; 24 months of unsaid words,&lt;br /&gt;730 days of missing you miserably,&lt;br /&gt;Seconds after seconds,&lt;br /&gt;Minutes after minutes,&lt;br /&gt;I pray fervently for a chance&lt;br /&gt;to make things right again,&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever come back?&lt;br /&gt;It runs in my head over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;But you and I both know the answer; No&lt;br /&gt;I could live with that; could I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is enough to melt the&lt;br /&gt;ice within me,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are beyond mesmerizing,&lt;br /&gt;I could look into them forever; over and over,&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in the love we once shared,&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in the past; replaying the time&lt;br /&gt;you smiled at me when you said 'Yes',&lt;br /&gt;God, how I missed it so much,&lt;br /&gt;I never regretted the one year of pain and hurt&lt;br /&gt;I had to endured to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;2 months or so is short,&lt;br /&gt;Some might say,&lt;br /&gt;But it was the best 2 months of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Of finally being able to be with the&lt;br /&gt;one I loved with all my heart, my being,&lt;br /&gt;Friends are what we could be now,&lt;br /&gt;All of my willpower is what it takes&lt;br /&gt;to be holding back these feelings when you&lt;br /&gt;are around,&lt;br /&gt;It sucks tenfold when you had already moved on&lt;br /&gt;while I'm still stuck here with my profound&lt;br /&gt;love for you,&lt;br /&gt;Move on; those are the advices they gave me,&lt;br /&gt;I tried, tried and TRIED!&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it all came back to you,&lt;br /&gt;No one but you, baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I'll always be watching from the side lines; finding for ways to move on, to let go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many years will it take me I wonder? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long more must I cry these tears before you return or before I could let go and get on with my life?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-7929101549939586676?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7929101549939586676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=7929101549939586676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7929101549939586676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7929101549939586676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/06/confessions-101-by-shaun-k.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-2914710033690988271</id><published>2009-06-26T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:51:14.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that Michael Jackson is DEAD. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;I grew up listening to his songs and now he's dead!?&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;My greatest idol in the world is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be a post filled with poems.&lt;br /&gt;Some of these poems are from my previous post but I'm reposting them so Yee Lin can read them and give me comments on them. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem in class today.&lt;br /&gt;Not the best one but heck, it's been so long since I last written a decent poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The stars and the moon&lt;br /&gt;seemed so bright when your with me,&lt;br /&gt;After you left,&lt;br /&gt;Colours had no&lt;br /&gt;meaning to me,&lt;br /&gt;Brightness is only a word&lt;br /&gt;in the dictionary,&lt;br /&gt;As I lay under the blanket of stars tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could be here to share&lt;br /&gt;this night's beauty with me,&lt;br /&gt;But nothing compares to your beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Not the stars, not even the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you are way too beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Your lips are what I yearned for,&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is where I wish to place myself into,&lt;br /&gt;Your arms I want to be in,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the quicksand I want to be swallowed in,&lt;br /&gt;And your love is the one drug that I need for my high,&lt;br /&gt;Could we ever possibly have another chance again,&lt;br /&gt;To dance this dance of love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck-ish, yes?&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I wish to see your face one again,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish to see the smile that got my&lt;br /&gt;heart fluttering,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could hear your voice; even just for a second,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish to hear your infectious laughter on&lt;br /&gt;those dull days,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that I wasn't so addicted to the love&lt;br /&gt;you once gave me,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that every song I hear wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;remind me of you,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that I could stop faking not loving you&lt;br /&gt;and just be over you for real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My masterpiece. XD&lt;br /&gt;WELL, I'm just exaggerating la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There you stand,&lt;br /&gt;In all your glory; lo and behold,&lt;br /&gt;So painstakingly beautiful; the beauty I yearned to touch,&lt;br /&gt;Steps I had taken; none too far none too near,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the untarnished jewel of my eye; I longed,&lt;br /&gt;Far too long had my frail being besotted by the brilliance you radiate,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you are like heroine; I am addicted beyond hope,&lt;br /&gt;If I had to risk a friendship to make these damned feelings gone; I will,&lt;br /&gt;For I'm done building walls after walls and masquerading,&lt;br /&gt;The pain of losing you still runs clear in my veins like venom,&lt;br /&gt;The venom that will be the death of me someday,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for my whines about my disability to move on; it annoys me to the very core so to speak,&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a cure for these sleepless nights; for I am at my most vulnerable,&lt;br /&gt;The memories plays on like a bad movie; black and white, muted,&lt;br /&gt;When the world sleeps the night away; my mind takes a peek at your image like a Peeping Tom on the run,&lt;br /&gt;And it is during this time am I deranged enough to put pointless and senseless words to pen and paper,&lt;br /&gt;Putting the most discussed topic in ink; You,&lt;br /&gt;And so darling watch me dance; with steps none too far none too near,&lt;br /&gt;Pray, bear with my dance annoying as it may be,&lt;br /&gt;'Till my disability flows to yesterdays that won't return; till my whines drown in the sounds of the past,&lt;br /&gt;Until then my darling, let this drug-induced fool dance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the last poem for this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wished I've gotten over you in&lt;br /&gt;the year before we got together,&lt;br /&gt;So I wouldn't have to pick up the&lt;br /&gt;pieces that are broken once again,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am still very much captivated&lt;br /&gt;by you; that's my confession,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for pushing you away at time; know&lt;br /&gt;that I'm afraid to fall like I did before,&lt;br /&gt;Constantly I've been thinking; wondering if I&lt;br /&gt;should move on or wait like a fool,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, just maybe it's time to close these&lt;br /&gt;open arms; walk away from this mess I've choose&lt;br /&gt;to fall into,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget about 'us'; there's only 'you' and 'me' now...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-2914710033690988271?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2914710033690988271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=2914710033690988271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/2914710033690988271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/2914710033690988271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-god-i-cant-believe-that-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-4554318416695123783</id><published>2009-06-17T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:15:13.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO, I'm back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;Stuck and never moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;How many times did I said that I will move on and embrace come what may?&lt;br /&gt;The fact remains, the feelings that I always kept buried remains there.&lt;br /&gt;Not gone as I wish it be but there, arising slowly from the walls that contained it.&lt;br /&gt;Seeping out into my very being.&lt;br /&gt;Love, pain, anger and most of all JEALOUSY seeks to condemn me to be cold towards you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;You might read this and shake your head; curse all you want about my inability to move on and my damnable feelings, my damnable lies that are suppose to rot in hell; ignore me till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I couldn't stand bottling everything up and then explode and you're at the receiving end of it.&lt;br /&gt;I never enjoyed being cold towards you, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to but jealousy is something I have no control over.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm being jealous over the wrong things but I'm only a human.&lt;br /&gt;What could I possibly do?&lt;br /&gt;Move on? Hah, 2 years was an awful long time for me to do that and look where I am today.&lt;br /&gt;Still stuck on the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;Anger and jealousy only seek to destroy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I hadn't realize that my infatuation over you has turn to a disease that I have no cure for.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I never really want to move on?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause that's something special about you that no one else seems to have?&lt;br /&gt;Damn, you ARE special.&lt;br /&gt;You might not know it but those that truly loved you will know.&lt;br /&gt;You do have that certain way to brighten up someone's day just with words alone. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;And your charisma and smiles, damn it's just so hard not to be addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shiiittttt&lt;/span&gt;, totally mesmerizing.&lt;br /&gt;And and, your vulnerability totally got me head over heels.&lt;br /&gt;Of all things, your vulnerability. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;But because of that, it made me love you even more coz I don't ever want you to feel the things that you aren't suppose to feel; only unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to thank you for giving me the chance to love you the way you deserve and letting me appreciate how special a person you are. =D&lt;br /&gt;Though it wasn't for long but still, it was kinda worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh damn damn damn!&lt;br /&gt;From an emo post to gloating over you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame you for the geli-ness or the awkwardness that will come upon reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit shit shit shit shit shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a grip on reality Shauni! *shakes head vigorously*&lt;br /&gt;Slap me please, maybe it might make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I can't believe that I wrote this here.&lt;br /&gt;I never want you to know but at the same time, I want you to know too.&lt;br /&gt;AAARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been apologizing and then doing the same thing all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to repent but I really meant all those apologies.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for writing all these crap but it's necessary for me to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna take your feelings into consideration for this is about making me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wG218bynBEo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wG218bynBEo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do I get close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she looks like an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A moment of her time just seems impossible to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s hard to find the words, to get to know this stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m scared of what she’ll say if what I say sounds incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it feels like we belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can someone tell me where do I start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz, I can’t keep on feelin’ the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can’t keep on, hiding my heart from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got to say something before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone else comes through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can’t keep on loving you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From a distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She’s always on my mind, there’s no room left for thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m tired of waiting slowly fading at least I’m happy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz I’m running out of time, and I feel this ship is sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The doors are closing I am frozen I need her around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it feels like we belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can someone tell me where do I start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz, I can’t keep on feelin’ the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can’t keep on, hiding my heart from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got to say something before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone else comes through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can’t keep on loving you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From a distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From a distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From a distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From a distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can’t hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can’t keep on feelin’ the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can’t keep on, hiding my heart from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got to say something before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone else comes through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz I can’t keep on loving you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can’t keep on loving you from a distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Elliot Yamin - Can't Keep Loving You (From a Distance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I seriously gotta purge my brains and heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn, I'm the shittiest person on Earth now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;xX Shaun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-4554318416695123783?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4554318416695123783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=4554318416695123783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4554318416695123783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4554318416695123783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-im-back-to-square-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-7706809170745950921</id><published>2009-06-15T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:23:13.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not the same person, I was before  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I realize, I need a change  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My heart is heavy, my legs are weakened  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; From the baggage that you bring  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Woah  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just gotta scrub &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This pain away  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So you wanna be my rehab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let it drain the past that we had  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm so sick of all the dirty memories  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All these pictures haunting me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Forcing me to therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Washing my hands of you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so glad that we're through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Should’ve listened, to all my close friends  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When they told me, you were no good  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well shame on me , twice for staying  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I let this song speak my remedy  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My chest started breakin'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The hurt started fading (away)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And then that’s when I knew  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's when I knew  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was through with you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Jackie Boyz - Washing My Hands (Off You)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I should wash every trace of you clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn shit, I can't always be breaking the promises I bound myself to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This isn't right. *shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-7706809170745950921?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7706809170745950921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=7706809170745950921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7706809170745950921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7706809170745950921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-not-same-person-i-was-before-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8641466033456401152</id><published>2009-06-14T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:37:20.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm I'm in one of those mood again.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta bleach my heart; burn away all those traces of weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I've found some darn good poems so I wanna post them up here.&lt;br /&gt;With credits to the authors of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this poem in the newspaper one day and I took an instant liking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe I've been mistaken- that girl is taken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought that I could let her go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let her be on her own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I found out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I can't do without her touch, her kiss, her love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She is more precious than a treasure trove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe that I made the mistake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I could fake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not loving her, and letting her go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I've been mistaken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And there's no sense in faking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My love for her is more than I knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now I know what I have to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please let me have one more chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So that we can dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The one special dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The one called love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Written by Ryan A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Do Something To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You do something to me - something deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m hanging on the wire - for a love I’ll never find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You do something wonderful - then chase it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mixing my emotions - that throws me back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanging on the wire, I’m waiting for my change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m dancing through the fire, just to catch a flame -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an’ feel real again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanging on the wire, I’m waiting for the change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m dancing through the fire, just to catch a flame -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an’ feel real again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You do something to me - somewhere deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m hoping to get close to - a peace I cannot find -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing through the fire - just to catch a flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just to get close to, just close enough -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To tell you that…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You do something to me - something deep inside…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm this is written by some blogger whose name I do not know so anyway, if you have the time, do check out her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackshilo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Midnightserenade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Will update on the shisha outing when I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-8641466033456401152?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8641466033456401152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8641466033456401152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8641466033456401152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8641466033456401152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmm-im-in-one-of-those-mood-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-1495553687219526641</id><published>2009-06-01T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:09:47.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to KDU with Zingwei today as I needed some letters from the college for the EPF loan.&lt;br /&gt;Fishy Adam a.k.a. Nadia a.k.a. my dramatical mummy, came down to the Students Registration Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hello, where are you?&lt;/span&gt; (excited voice) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm at the SRO with Zingwei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;SRO? SRO, SRO (mutters to herself) What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Students Registration Office la!&lt;/span&gt; &gt;.&lt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Oh! Where's that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;First floor.&lt;/span&gt; (almost slaps forehead. LOL) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That girl don't even know where the SRO is.&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo, 3 months studying there edi some more don't where that office is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got pretty pissed off with those women at the SRO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mum went there once to ask for the letters needed for the EPF loan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They told her that they'll call me up for the letters but 3 weeks later, still no phone call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I wouldn't have lost my temper if those two weren't so rude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that I'm just a student but... Bloody hell man. GRR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, Zingwei and I bugged Nadia to take us around the campus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She did it grudgingly though though cause according to her, on our first day of orientation, we will be taken around the campus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started exploring the first floor and Nadia showed us the Pastry Kitchen and then the Cafeteria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two students approached Nadia while we were at the Le Cafe area to tell her bout their set lunches.&lt;br /&gt;Zingwei ordered the Roasted Chicken set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Both of us wanted to try the student's cooking so we ordered one set. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the 4th floor as the upper floors are for the Nursing students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She claimed those floors were creepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw Kevin as we walked towards the Library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He took us to the Drama and Music Room just to show us how it looks like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We left Kevin and we went to the library; I insisted on not going in though. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nadia was practically screaming to her friends at one floor to another floor when we were at the old wing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Macam her own house like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zingwei and I were looking at one another in an amused way when Nadia suddenly scream like a banshee. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, we went to the Graphic Design floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, I can't remember the Graphic Design floor is in the 4th floor or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I just can't remember whether we went to the art gallery first or bumping into Kevin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh, short term memory loss, what to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tch tch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, the art gallery boasts some interesting artworks from the students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Didn't take any picture though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the Hotel Management floor next and you should seen how we looked at the mock Suite room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Like never see before a suite before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we were done exploring, we went down to the cafeteria to wait for the food Zingwei ordered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talked and talked until Nadia had to run off for her class in the Pastry Kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Reminds me of the times we used to stay back after school to just talk and talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wished that I could turn back time sometimes but life goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The memories will forever be preserved in that special place in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles to self*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; So, Zingwei and I had a little father-daughter moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Precious. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lmao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turns out that we were both keeping something from someone until we realised that we had already told that someone bout it ourselves and did not inform one another bout it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait, that sentence came out to be a little weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Oh well, my English is rotting like an apple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the salad came, I was like o.O because, no offense intended, it looked really un-appetizing. The main course was a bit plain but it's not bad la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then again, it's cooked by the students so I can't complain now, can I? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; After lunch, I dropped Zingwei home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My steel baby is really, really dirty now as I'm always lazy when it comes to washing the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really gotta wash that car for real one of these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At long last, a decent update this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, I'm so proud of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SiPtR9u_INI/AAAAAAAAAao/IBicxUQTjxA/s1600-h/DSC09875.jpg"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342374475876737234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SiPtR9u_INI/AAAAAAAAAao/IBicxUQTjxA/s320/DSC09875.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisheh, posting my picture up for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Confirm vain dah. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-1495553687219526641?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1495553687219526641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=1495553687219526641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/1495553687219526641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/1495553687219526641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/06/went-to-kdu-with-zingwei-today-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SiPtR9u_INI/AAAAAAAAAao/IBicxUQTjxA/s72-c/DSC09875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-9165833336790766785</id><published>2009-05-27T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:23:19.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kristine Mirelle - Let Go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I just thought I had you here&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you would not go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I abused my position&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't care&lt;br /&gt;And now that you no longer turn to me&lt;br /&gt;And it seems that you got over me&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;You no longer need me&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sorry I found out late&lt;br /&gt;But all the choices I Made&lt;br /&gt;I thought of me&lt;br /&gt;And not how it'd be to watch you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never make it right&lt;br /&gt;But everyday I try&lt;br /&gt;In hopes you might come back&lt;br /&gt;You're where my heart's at&lt;br /&gt;I have to find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I think of you&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to think of what I can do&lt;br /&gt;I used to have you here beside me&lt;br /&gt;I just want you here beside me baby&lt;br /&gt;How can the sun keep shinin'&lt;br /&gt;When my whole body's cryin&lt;br /&gt;I know I never told you why&lt;br /&gt;I need you in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa Smith - I Believed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed what you said, &lt;br /&gt;But love doesn't have a meaning &lt;br /&gt;When you hurt me so bad &lt;br /&gt;Just threw it all away &lt;br /&gt;You knew I was scared &lt;br /&gt;To once more let you get that close to me &lt;br /&gt;Despite what you did &lt;br /&gt;I believed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm not at all emo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-9165833336790766785?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/9165833336790766785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=9165833336790766785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/9165833336790766785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/9165833336790766785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/05/kristine-mirelle-let-go-maybe-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-930617110084454526</id><published>2009-05-18T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:30:21.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's nothing more stupid in this world then waiting on something that will never be in your grasp, again.&lt;br /&gt;Why is that despite the pain that will render us senseless, we keep coming back for more; wanting more of this euphoric pain?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any euphoria, any addiction in wallowing ourselves in hopeless sadness and pain?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Yet, as always the answers eluded me just when I thought I had them in my grasp.&lt;br /&gt;We always say "I'd do it all over again" when given the chance but truly, do these chances come upon us often?&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, letting go; nothing is ever that hard.&lt;br /&gt;For some, it's just a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;They say that our first love is always the most beautiful but the most painful of them all coz it never really last.&lt;br /&gt;Ironic isn't it that when we first know love for the first time, we end up welcoming in the unbearable pain that will last for months and maybe years.&lt;br /&gt;We will definitely move on one day but there will always be that special place in our heart kept and sealed for our first love.&lt;br /&gt;Some say even though the river of time continues it's steady flow, when their first love seek to return into their lives, they'd take them back just to feel that special bond once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd best stop here before more nonsense seeks it's place in this.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to write more but this is enough for one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why does love always feel like a battlefield?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jordin Sparks - Battlefield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/ShF-V2tJxGI/AAAAAAAAAag/3u2vP1PJQY4/s1600-h/DSC00477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/ShF-V2tJxGI/AAAAAAAAAag/3u2vP1PJQY4/s320/DSC00477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337185947337999458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little bit of cheekiness can lighten up the darkness clouding the heart sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-930617110084454526?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/930617110084454526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=930617110084454526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/930617110084454526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/930617110084454526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-nothing-more-stupid-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/ShF-V2tJxGI/AAAAAAAAAag/3u2vP1PJQY4/s72-c/DSC00477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-2010189642983944535</id><published>2009-05-18T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T07:58:36.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been online much these few days.&lt;br /&gt;One, I find nothing to do when I'm online.&lt;br /&gt;Two, I still find nothing to do when I'm online.&lt;br /&gt;Three, plainly put, I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music addiction time baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest song addiction(s), Kevin Rudolf's Welcome to the World.&lt;br /&gt;Hell man, this song kick-assa. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/ShFytCl7ilI/AAAAAAAAAaY/83LPxbJ7-LU/s1600-h/kevin-rudolf-profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/ShFytCl7ilI/AAAAAAAAAaY/83LPxbJ7-LU/s320/kevin-rudolf-profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337173151526390354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah, KEVIN RUDOLFFFF! AHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to the World&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the time that you were gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought about how things went wrong  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you're coming down to earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, hello, welcome to the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gimme a Sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I walk through the valley of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The shadow of death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I dance  with the Devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I got no regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He told me next time your in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;town  drop me a line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, just gimme a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let the world fall  apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just gimme a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don´t leave me in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Livin It Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can't speak, not that I ever wanted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just dream cause, well,  living is hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't pity me, just keep moving along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be living it  up, living it up, living it up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Way Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told my self I believed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But who was I kidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Out of these eyes I could  see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's all a lie the end is near I can feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya it's comin  around but now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there's no doubt it's settled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She Can Get It&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah she don't stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She working' it all about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She moves it around the  clock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And she can get it, sh-sh-she can get it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't quit, the way that  she moves it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's making me lose my grip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she can get it, sh-sh-she  can g-g-get it&lt;br /&gt;And there's no no way out no  way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Song&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;So I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;I want it all but I take just a little&lt;br /&gt;I feel her touch  then I need some more&lt;br /&gt;We get high just to try&lt;br /&gt;and relieve the pain&lt;br /&gt;But  a voice inside reminds&lt;br /&gt;me there must be a better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs marked with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; * &lt;/span&gt;are highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Know You Want Me (Calle Ocho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know I want cha (want cha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one-two-three-four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Uno-do'-tres-cuatro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;Just a very brief update for the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22nd May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's the so-called innocent and holy babi's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;She came back for like two days and girl, you finally got your wish.&lt;br /&gt;The Great Shaun was almost flat for you. XD&lt;br /&gt;AHHH Heineken!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for something/someone, I wouldn't have drank that much and complain like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Tch tch, such an unhealthy form of escapism.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, no pictures as my f*cked up mms is giving me problems.&lt;br /&gt;*curses*&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yi drove all the way to Batu Ferringhi and good thing, she wasn't high. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23rd May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bowling and damn, it was fun especially when Goh Goh is there.&lt;br /&gt;That girl ar, damn funny la the way she bowl. XD&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, we did not take any videos of her bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm much too lazy to write more.&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada the mood to update.&lt;br /&gt;And orientation's in two weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-2010189642983944535?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2010189642983944535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=2010189642983944535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/2010189642983944535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/2010189642983944535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-havent-been-online-much-these-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/ShFytCl7ilI/AAAAAAAAAaY/83LPxbJ7-LU/s72-c/kevin-rudolf-profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8932844178694125445</id><published>2009-04-23T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:33:08.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right, just felt like blogging so once again a not-so-close-to-a-perfect-post.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a nonsensical sentence but what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;My English is rotting just like a bad apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes, so I failed my freaking JPJ exam.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody car.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should puncture the tyres of that car.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing everyone a big favour. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Work &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;True, there's always my ever laughing partner, Ee Va to bring some joy to my life but still there's just a dear fella that seems to suck it all away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost beyond tolerating that dear fella.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a million words to name that dear fella but then I won't sink to that level.&lt;br /&gt;That dear fella deserve nothing more than those names but like I said I won't sink to that level no matter how pissed off I am.&lt;br /&gt;So there, nothing more but dear fella for that person. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've been having unbearable headaches almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;It's either those unbearable headaches or a wave of giddiness or sometimes both.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm maybe there's something wrong with my head.&lt;br /&gt;Better to tell mummy dearest when she comes back to Penang next week.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh, I can bolot her to get me more books to read. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. My latest song addiction: Tami Chynn feat. Voicemail - Watch Me Wine.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely an addictive song.&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go listen to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing left to write down.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, I'll be able to post a perfect update?&lt;br /&gt;But till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid this blog adieu for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-8932844178694125445?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8932844178694125445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8932844178694125445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8932844178694125445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8932844178694125445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/04/right-just-felt-like-blogging-so-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-1940163933430447790</id><published>2009-04-14T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:51:13.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm my old bloggie lacks updates.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my pathetic attempt at an update again. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just write whatever I've had done these past few weeks or whatever that crosses my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spent a whole lot of money this month. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Finally gotten myself a new guitar bag. The old one is showing some symptom of being worn out now. Well, it's been under the rain for countless times. Can't blame me, I'm an avid walker be it rain or shine. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finally gotten myself a new pair of shoes from Echo Park. Been telling myself that I would get a new pair of shoes over the months and I finally got one. Gosh, I feel so proud of myself. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Work, as usual, sucks. Too boring but luckily I have my ever shinning sun/full of laughing gas, Ee Va. Her laughter is too infectious to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can finally drive but not legally though. I've yet to pass the JPJ exam. Wish me luck and please pray that I don't panic till I couldn't drive. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*prays hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Almost had a taste of insanity. The complexity of these emotions that I feel sometimes is enough to make lose whatever reasoning I have. God, please take these emotions away. I don't need to feel them all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Still harboring hopes of being a music producer. An absurd dream but it's no sin to dream big. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Spent some quality with the dearies. Have yet to some quality time with the other dearies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm still itching for a new guitar. I have more than enough but it's a sick addiction of mine to get more and more. Damn, I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I want to learn how to play the guitar. I suck badly at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The past calls on like a faint, haunting siren. Need I say more to what and whom I'm referring to? Guess not, it's an obvious thing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now that I've said what I want to say, it's time for a little slideshow. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRuNbKc_rI/AAAAAAAAAXg/P5KmMX6d47A/s1600-h/DSC09245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRuNbKc_rI/AAAAAAAAAXg/P5KmMX6d47A/s320/DSC09245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501836367724210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes some human can be such geniuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRuNMTUvgI/AAAAAAAAAXY/nZvSHCByPjo/s1600-h/DSC09244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRuNMTUvgI/AAAAAAAAAXY/nZvSHCByPjo/s320/DSC09244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501832378400258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yet another fine example of their smart-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRuNvVI1iI/AAAAAAAAAXw/4vlVKzOsb_M/s1600-h/DSC09767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRuNvVI1iI/AAAAAAAAAXw/4vlVKzOsb_M/s320/DSC09767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501841781249570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pyramid of towels. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Built&lt;/span&gt; by your's truly, ahem, Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRuNZ1C6dI/AAAAAAAAAXo/z0-FmOO7qK8/s1600-h/DSC09766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRuNZ1C6dI/AAAAAAAAAXo/z0-FmOO7qK8/s320/DSC09766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501836009499090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standing tall and majestic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRuNoAGSpI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XcbyRNUbhOA/s1600-h/DSC09753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRuNoAGSpI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XcbyRNUbhOA/s320/DSC09753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501839813954194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Building a towel pyramid can be taxing so time for a little break underneath the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRvNqKcv1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/g1XGyOkfU7E/s1600-h/DSC09463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRvNqKcv1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/g1XGyOkfU7E/s320/DSC09463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324502939905867602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When my hair was longer, I plant coconut trees under the ever vigilant CCTV. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sings*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRvNq33WUI/AAAAAAAAAYY/-ifsc1Frc_U/s1600-h/DSC09462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRvNq33WUI/AAAAAAAAAYY/-ifsc1Frc_U/s320/DSC09462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324502940096354626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, smile for both the CCTV(s) and the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRvNT6yuQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LE8vE5JoGjQ/s1600-h/DSC09676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRvNT6yuQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LE8vE5JoGjQ/s320/DSC09676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324502933934618882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When boredom kicks in, Mr. Bingo rushes in to save the day! Three cheers for Mr. Bingo! Hip hip HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRvNHGkmiI/AAAAAAAAAYA/DXZ1ToymMKA/s1600-h/DSC09672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRvNHGkmiI/AAAAAAAAAYA/DXZ1ToymMKA/s320/DSC09672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324502930494364194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRvNXzx2II/AAAAAAAAAYQ/HX5N8Yo2R14/s1600-h/DSC09673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRvNXzx2II/AAAAAAAAAYQ/HX5N8Yo2R14/s320/DSC09673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324502934978943106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our nice score sheet. I lost though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRwQ8fGXLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mmCzfAAYV3A/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRwQ8fGXLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mmCzfAAYV3A/s320/DSC00324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324504095875554482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angels are a beings of beauty and perfection but when it comes to drawing them, sadly, their beauty and perfection are...distorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRwQ_vJ8PI/AAAAAAAAAY4/z8A7xC4vj68/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRwQ_vJ8PI/AAAAAAAAAY4/z8A7xC4vj68/s320/DSC00323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324504096748204274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I draw shitty things and it rings truer than anything in this world. Even my handwriting is shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRwQpQNNpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1pYBt8GElCU/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRwQpQNNpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1pYBt8GElCU/s320/DSC00298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324504090712815250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you're pissed off, just draw stick figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRwQTV8fII/AAAAAAAAAYo/vIYDDDuQXHY/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRwQTV8fII/AAAAAAAAAYo/vIYDDDuQXHY/s320/DSC00284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324504084831304834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My angel cum devil. Products of boredom while working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRxSzL2dDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/sKCKT7xLYRw/s1600-h/DSC09464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRxSzL2dDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/sKCKT7xLYRw/s320/DSC09464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324505227250267186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wai Kit can definitely show off his curves. Way better than runway models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRxk9ln44I/AAAAAAAAAZg/q7Rj3E-yI4E/s1600-h/DSC09755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRxk9ln44I/AAAAAAAAAZg/q7Rj3E-yI4E/s320/DSC09755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324505539280364418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRxkm-x-UI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tjIZfHfFGRA/s1600-h/DSC09756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRxkm-x-UI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tjIZfHfFGRA/s320/DSC09756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324505533211867458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRxkuU4MGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/YCSYiu6SKkM/s1600-h/DSC09754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRxkuU4MGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/YCSYiu6SKkM/s320/DSC09754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324505535183597666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since Ecoparadise is all about being environmental friendly, Michelle and I did our part by switching off the lights and air con during Earth Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRyF4StT4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/jCQfjVSNE6c/s1600-h/DSC09664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRyF4StT4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/jCQfjVSNE6c/s320/DSC09664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324506104794533762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My too pathetic attempt at sulking. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRyFmt2EwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/kBzScWMn1PQ/s1600-h/DSC09648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRyFmt2EwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/kBzScWMn1PQ/s320/DSC09648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324506100076516098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, I put those lalas to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRyGJrsE-I/AAAAAAAAAaI/M3Tn7iYY4rA/s1600-h/DSC00283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRyGJrsE-I/AAAAAAAAAaI/M3Tn7iYY4rA/s320/DSC00283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324506109462713314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rawr! I'm the next Cookie Monster. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRyF5lgvtI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/urY7nbQ_ETM/s1600-h/DSC09597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRyF5lgvtI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/urY7nbQ_ETM/s320/DSC09597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324506105141837522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new tattoo. I'mma proud Leo. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRzQY2A6TI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/o3D6WZX0-V0/s1600-h/21032009190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRzQY2A6TI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/o3D6WZX0-V0/s320/21032009190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324507384842873138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm ever ready to be gay/lala for the camera. Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be me if I don't end my post with the lyrics of a song that I'm currently addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Offspring - Kristy, Are You Doing Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;And it’s stuck in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Way back, when we were just kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause your eyes told the tale&lt;br /&gt;Of an act of betrayal&lt;br /&gt;I knew that somebody did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, waves of time&lt;br /&gt;Seem to wash away&lt;br /&gt;The scenes of our crimes&lt;br /&gt;But for you this never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you stay strong?&lt;br /&gt;Can you go on?&lt;br /&gt;Kristy are you doing okay?&lt;br /&gt;A rose that won’t bloom&lt;br /&gt;Winter’s kept you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste your whole life trying&lt;br /&gt;To get back what was taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the marks on your dress&lt;br /&gt;Had been neatly repressed&lt;br /&gt;I knew that something was wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I should have spoke out&lt;br /&gt;And I’m so sorry now&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;Cause we were so young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, clouds of time&lt;br /&gt;Seem to rain on&lt;br /&gt;Innocence left behind&lt;br /&gt;And it never goes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;And it’s stuck in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Way back, when we were just kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause your eyes told the tale&lt;br /&gt;Of an act of betrayal&lt;br /&gt;I knew that somebody did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, waves of time&lt;br /&gt;Seem to wash away&lt;br /&gt;The scenes of our crimes&lt;br /&gt;But for you this never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you stay strong?&lt;br /&gt;Can you go on?&lt;br /&gt;Kristy are you doing okay?&lt;br /&gt;A rose that won’t bloom&lt;br /&gt;Winter’s kept you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste your whole life trying&lt;br /&gt;To get back what was taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the marks on your dress&lt;br /&gt;Had been neatly repressed&lt;br /&gt;I knew that something was wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I should have spoke out&lt;br /&gt;And I’m so sorry now&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;Cause we were so young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, clouds of time&lt;br /&gt;Seem to rain on&lt;br /&gt;Innocence left behind&lt;br /&gt;And it never goes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flames ignited. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it never goes away girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to fight it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You pushed my heart away girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's got a hole and it's breaking me down.&lt;br /&gt;Now when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;My heart gave you everything.&lt;br /&gt;You tore my heart away.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I come your way.&lt;br /&gt;You push me further away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-1940163933430447790?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1940163933430447790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=1940163933430447790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/1940163933430447790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/1940163933430447790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmm-my-old-bloggie-lacks-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SeRuNbKc_rI/AAAAAAAAAXg/P5KmMX6d47A/s72-c/DSC09245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-7203041021622149085</id><published>2009-04-01T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T06:45:06.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've found a new music addiction and it's none other than the oh-so hot Jordyn Taylor yo!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven't heard of her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shame on you! Tch tch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quick, go on Youtube and listen to her songs! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SdNq-YRSPAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/9ig-zqT4yTg/s1600-h/jordyn-taylor-new-purple.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319713204754070530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SdNq-YRSPAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/9ig-zqT4yTg/s320/jordyn-taylor-new-purple.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SdNq-JuKinI/AAAAAAAAAXI/S89W54YqEUs/s1600-h/jordyn1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319713200848669298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SdNq-JuKinI/AAAAAAAAAXI/S89W54YqEUs/s320/jordyn1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SdNq-A78vHI/AAAAAAAAAXA/msIMuIAjjoA/s1600-h/2160150813_63cd30b1da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319713198490565746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SdNq-A78vHI/AAAAAAAAAXA/msIMuIAjjoA/s320/2160150813_63cd30b1da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You see?&lt;br /&gt;I told ya she was hot. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs from Jordyn Taylor that you should definitely check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Over You (My current obsession)&lt;br /&gt;2. Looking For Love&lt;br /&gt;3. Strong&lt;br /&gt;4. You Make Me Mad&lt;br /&gt;5. Stop Playing With Me&lt;br /&gt;6. After Shock&lt;br /&gt;7. What If&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm Sorry (feat. Sean Michael)&lt;br /&gt;9. Hostage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still a number of song from her that I still haven't listen to yet so for now 9 songs are enough. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We been through much, I dont want us to end right here&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand the thought of watching us disappear&lt;br /&gt;I put my all, my heart, my soul, my everything ..&lt;br /&gt;into us, I just cant see it so, let this be,&lt;br /&gt;Got me tripping cause I'm in this craziness&lt;br /&gt;Should we leave it? But I'm caught up in your mess&lt;br /&gt;but we drifted, far from where we used to be&lt;br /&gt;wish I could let go, but I cant seem to get over you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-7203041021622149085?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7203041021622149085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=7203041021622149085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7203041021622149085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7203041021622149085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-found-new-music-addiction-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SdNq-YRSPAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/9ig-zqT4yTg/s72-c/jordyn-taylor-new-purple.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-7361747368424135565</id><published>2009-03-26T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:03:50.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right, it's been such a long time since I updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty busy and not to mention lazy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start from 1st of March since it's the closest thing I have to an update.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've been stuck at work unable to hang out with my dear friends. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day working at 7 in the bloody morning.&lt;br /&gt;It's TOO BLOODY early to be working man!&lt;br /&gt;I was so bloody sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;So I did everything that needs to be done for Kim as I was gonna crash if I don't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I have to wake up so bloody early, it was really, really busy as customers kept walking in non-stop like ants.&lt;br /&gt;It was total chaos that time.&lt;br /&gt;Ee Va was blur beyond belief as she had to find place to slot in the customers. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started to slow down around 1pm so I could relax for a while before the drowsiness starts to kick in again.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer it be busy though as time passes quickly in just a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum fetched me from work around 4.&lt;br /&gt;Went home and slept like a log before going to my nephew's lst birthday.&lt;br /&gt;His parents did his birthday dinner one day earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-ETgB9aI/AAAAAAAAAV4/hYwWZZ4cpSI/s1600-h/DSC09536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317693503692731810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-ETgB9aI/AAAAAAAAAV4/hYwWZZ4cpSI/s320/DSC09536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The name of the restaurant together with the address and contact number. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-h1Bs_HI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-5HZqskYY5U/s1600-h/DSC09549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317694010908540018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-h1Bs_HI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-5HZqskYY5U/s320/DSC09549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't what soup is this. I only have one picture of the food as everybody was digging into the food when they served it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-h97o8jI/AAAAAAAAAWw/V8DNVRrkiYk/s1600-h/DSC09546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317694013299028530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-h97o8jI/AAAAAAAAAWw/V8DNVRrkiYk/s320/DSC09546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin a.k.a. my nephew's mum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-hi6XzkI/AAAAAAAAAWo/cAi72gYSCiw/s1600-h/DSC09545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317694006045953602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-hi6XzkI/AAAAAAAAAWo/cAi72gYSCiw/s320/DSC09545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My crazy cousin with her boyo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-ht_qWcI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qxnVJSDLCto/s1600-h/DSC09544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317694009020930498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-ht_qWcI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qxnVJSDLCto/s320/DSC09544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-EgLsKEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/77eyeQQ_qNU/s1600-h/DSC09542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317693507097077826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-EgLsKEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/77eyeQQ_qNU/s320/DSC09542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-Efv67hI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/DoUEXjH4w-k/s1600-h/DSC09541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317693506980605458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-Efv67hI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/DoUEXjH4w-k/s320/DSC09541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-ERb3a-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/iTjjB748kcI/s1600-h/DSC09540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317693503138393058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-ERb3a-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/iTjjB748kcI/s320/DSC09540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-EWfFijI/AAAAAAAAAWA/dz9eisnzSbM/s1600-h/DSC09537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317693504494078514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-EWfFijI/AAAAAAAAAWA/dz9eisnzSbM/s320/DSC09537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned earlier, I was too lazy tp take pictures of the other dishes and besides that, everyone was digging into their meal already.&lt;br /&gt;So I gave up taking pictures and joined in their eating reverie. XD&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it for my pathetic attempt at a decent update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored one day so I wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I wish to see your face one again,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish to see the smile that got my&lt;br /&gt;heart fluttering,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could hear your voice; even just for a second,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish to hear your infectious laughter on&lt;br /&gt;those dull days,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that I wasn't so addicted to the love&lt;br /&gt;you once gave me,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that every song I hear wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;remind me of you,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that I could stop faking not loving you&lt;br /&gt;and just be over you for real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a continuation to this poem but it's too private for me to let the whole read. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the singer that sang Castle, James Baum's Locked in Love. My current addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant recognize who iam&lt;br /&gt;when i'm lookin in a mirror(mirror, no, no ,no ,no)&lt;br /&gt;shackled by the love i have for you&lt;br /&gt;and i know that u feelin the same&lt;br /&gt;we were once both 2 beautiful minds&lt;br /&gt;attracted to each other&lt;br /&gt;the differences that we had&lt;br /&gt;somewhere along the line we kinda lost out way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im not just gonna sit around&lt;br /&gt;and let u forget what we were&lt;br /&gt;once there was strength in being together&lt;br /&gt;we need to find keys out of this prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;locked in a prison&lt;br /&gt;in a prison i know that we made&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhoo ohhhoo ooo&lt;br /&gt;why cant we be like the birds an the bees&lt;br /&gt;livin for each day&lt;br /&gt;locked in love, your love, my love, it's our love&lt;br /&gt;it's such a shame uhoo uhoo uhoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember the moments&lt;br /&gt;we shared&lt;br /&gt;when im staring at the pictures&lt;br /&gt;no no no noooo&lt;br /&gt;the ones we hung on the wall&lt;br /&gt;why cant we be like that today(today,today)&lt;br /&gt;we we're once both glowing with love&lt;br /&gt;drawn into each other(lovin every moment we spent)&lt;br /&gt;(what can we do to recover that)&lt;br /&gt;how did we get so blind&lt;br /&gt;how do we find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not just gonna sit around&lt;br /&gt;and let u forget what we were&lt;br /&gt;once there we're straight in being together&lt;br /&gt;we need to find keys out of this prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;locked in a prison&lt;br /&gt;in a prison i know that we made&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhoo ohhhoo ooo&lt;br /&gt;why cant we be like the birds an the bees&lt;br /&gt;livin for each day&lt;br /&gt;locked in love, your love, my love, it's our love&lt;br /&gt;it's such a shame uhoo uhoo uhoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how it ended up this way&lt;br /&gt;wooohow nooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how it ended up this way&lt;br /&gt;wooohow nooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna let this go&lt;br /&gt;nooo ooooo ooo&lt;br /&gt;(i dont wanna let this go)&lt;br /&gt;(i dont wann let it fade)&lt;br /&gt;(i dont wanna walk away)&lt;br /&gt;(but i cant carry on this way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i dont wanna let this go)&lt;br /&gt;(i dont wann let it fade)&lt;br /&gt;(i dont wanna walk away)&lt;br /&gt;(but i cant carry on this way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;locked in a prison&lt;br /&gt;in a prison i know that we made&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhoo ohhhoo ooo&lt;br /&gt;why cant we be like the birds an the bees&lt;br /&gt;livin for each day&lt;br /&gt;locked in love, your love, my love, it's our love&lt;br /&gt;it's such a shame uhoo uhoo uhoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how it ended up this way&lt;br /&gt;how it ended up this way&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhhhh mhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still locked onto your make belief love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-7361747368424135565?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7361747368424135565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=7361747368424135565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7361747368424135565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7361747368424135565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-its-been-such-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/Scw-ETgB9aI/AAAAAAAAAV4/hYwWZZ4cpSI/s72-c/DSC09536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-6022245756808865769</id><published>2009-02-15T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:50:20.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just freaking love this song.&lt;br /&gt;I find it to be freaking meaningful for it does reflects on my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McFly - Too Close For Comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aAX7MCgLYRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aAX7MCgLYRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant the things I said to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Can I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;And yes&lt;br /&gt;I regret all these mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're leaving me&lt;br /&gt;But I know you must have your reasons&lt;br /&gt;There's tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I watch as you cry but it's getting late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out when I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;When I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;Driving you home&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we scratched our names into the sand&lt;br /&gt;And told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Now that I find that you've changed your mind I'm lost for words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;I wrote down on one piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;The one in your hand&lt;br /&gt;You won't understand how much it hurts to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out when I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;Driving you home&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time you've been telling me lies&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in bags that are under your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And when I asked you I knew I was right&lt;br /&gt;But if you turn your back on me now when I need you most&lt;br /&gt;But you chose to let me down&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;Won't you think about what you're about to do to me and back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out when I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out when I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;And I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;Driving you home&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-6022245756808865769?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6022245756808865769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=6022245756808865769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/6022245756808865769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/6022245756808865769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-freaking-love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-4755976663291317662</id><published>2009-02-15T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:51:40.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11th February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cleaner did not turn up for work today and guess what Michelle and I did?&lt;br /&gt;We volunteered to clean the men's washroom.&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow.&lt;br /&gt;I've never even clean any toilets before let alone the toilets in my house.&lt;br /&gt;Since Lisa had to clean the both the men's and women's washroom, we offered to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we set out to clean the washroom.&lt;br /&gt;First, we swept the floor then we vacuumed the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, we vacuumed the floor instead of washing it.&lt;br /&gt;Easier that way. XD&lt;br /&gt;After vacuuming the floor, we washed the bathing rooms.&lt;br /&gt;Just had to splash some water on the walls and wipe them dry.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, we had to mop the floor dry too.&lt;br /&gt;Tedious, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done with the showers, we cleaned the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle was complaining non-stop about one of the cubicle as it was bloody dirty.&lt;br /&gt;According to her, there were still traces of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eeeww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After I had finished cleaning one of the toilets, I went to keep the Harpic and one of our customers, Mr Lim came in.&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to see him as I did not expect customers at that time.&lt;br /&gt;He said 'hello' to me and I muttered a quick hello before darting into the toilet I just cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;I pretended to be wiping the cubicles with the door closed.&lt;br /&gt;And, when the coast was clear, I quickly went out only to find another customer, Mr Yeoh clad only in his underwear.&lt;br /&gt;I was like holy fcuk and I hid in the bathing room Michelle was in.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she saw something that she wasn't supposed to see like me too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lucky thing that Mr Yeoh didn't see me  coming out from the toilet as he would scream his head off.&lt;br /&gt;He's gay you see?&lt;br /&gt;So we hid in the toilet until we were really sure that the coast was clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it for my toilet experience.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely an unforgettable one. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after that, we had to clean the women's washroom since the cleaner was on leave.&lt;br /&gt;Ish, from operation assistants to cleaners la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in a spa and especially at the towel counter has got it's advantages sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna dwell on why I said it's an advantage. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front desk is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SZgc1uaYdSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/htoaVn7LKqM/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SZgc1uaYdSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/htoaVn7LKqM/s320/DSC00281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303020270546089250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice the date? The bread ain't mouldy and it will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SZgc1ZclYdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/sb2dfsHx-wg/s1600-h/DSC09306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SZgc1ZclYdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/sb2dfsHx-wg/s320/DSC09306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303020264918180306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don't stink or anything but it dried up. Ahh the wonders of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SZgc1ebzByI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ws63Wt3ag2E/s1600-h/DSC09305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SZgc1ebzByI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ws63Wt3ag2E/s320/DSC09305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303020266257057570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-4755976663291317662?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4755976663291317662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=4755976663291317662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4755976663291317662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4755976663291317662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/02/11th-february-cleaner-did-not-turn-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SZgc1uaYdSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/htoaVn7LKqM/s72-c/DSC00281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-4867786162050519607</id><published>2009-02-10T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:22:02.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been busy lately, working.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the almost dead blog of mine once again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working at a spa called Ecoparadise.&lt;br /&gt;Not like your ordinary spa though.&lt;br /&gt;The pay is good, I tell you. XD Wheee! Shopping frenzy after payday. LOL&lt;br /&gt;And the job is quite simple and definitely more relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, working in a place like this is a great way to improve one's PR skills.&lt;br /&gt;You'll get to meet people from all walks of life.&lt;br /&gt;Some are friendly, some are arrogant like fcuk and some are just great!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to working life, my inability to sleep is a thing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;The downside of it is that I can't work on my stories.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, mark the -ies.&lt;br /&gt;Nadia told me not to stick to writing one particular story at one given time as you'll get sick of writing it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, the one reason why writers have writer's block is because of this? Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fascination with vampires has not quite died down.&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not because of Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;Why I even bother writing this is because the next book on my reading list is Darren Shan's Cirque Du Freak.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I got that right.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't wanna offend any Darren Shan fans. Lol&lt;br /&gt;The story is mainly about a young boy called Darren Shan who met a vampire during a freak show.&lt;br /&gt;Darren got pretty intrigued with the vampire and his way of life; and he decided to become one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the books in this series tells of his journey to become a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;Now, that I wanna read.&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, there's little romance to be found in this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes. Chinese New Year was as boring and uneventful as the previous years.&lt;br /&gt;My red packet did get fatter this year though, surprisingly, what with the economic slowdown and all.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and I played a lot of &lt;em&gt;Chor Tai Di&lt;/em&gt; coz she wanted me to hone my skills so I could be a bigger challenge to her.&lt;br /&gt;She claims I'm much of a noob in this game. Ish&lt;br /&gt;And she manicured my nail for me! AHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SZF8Wz3LvMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DBGVoI7PfdE/s1600-h/DSC09117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301154967712414914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SZF8Wz3LvMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DBGVoI7PfdE/s320/DSC09117.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not clear as I couldn't get the camera to focus clearly. My hands were shaking. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me end this post with a poem I've wrote during those sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the irony of the sleepless nights blues.&lt;br /&gt;It's my first poem in such a long time though so be warned that it won't be good.&lt;br /&gt;It's more like a passage than a poem to me though.&lt;br /&gt;Well enjoy reading it or suffer reading it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you stand,&lt;br /&gt;In all your glory; lo and behold,&lt;br /&gt;So painstakingly beautiful; the beauty I yearned to touch,&lt;br /&gt;Steps I had taken; none too far none too near,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the untarnished jewel of my eye; I longed,&lt;br /&gt;Far too long had my frail being besotted by the brilliance you radiate,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you are like heroine; I am addicted beyond hope,&lt;br /&gt;If I had to risk a friendship to make these damned feelings gone; I will,&lt;br /&gt;For I'm done building walls after walls and masquerading,&lt;br /&gt;The pain of losing you still runs clear in my veins like venom,&lt;br /&gt;The venom that will be the death of me someday,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for my whines about my disability to move on; it annoys me to the very core so to speak,&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a cure for these sleepless nights; for I am at my most vulnerable,&lt;br /&gt;The memories plays on like a bad movie; black and white, muted,&lt;br /&gt;When the world sleeps the night away; my mind takes a peek at your image like a Peeping Tom on the run,&lt;br /&gt;And it is during this time am I deranged enough to put pointless and senseless words to pen and paper,&lt;br /&gt;Putting the most discussed topic in ink; &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And so darling watch me dance; with steps none too far none too near,&lt;br /&gt;Pray, bear with my dance annoying as it may be,&lt;br /&gt;'Till my disability flows to yesterdays that won't return; till my whines drown in the sounds of the past,&lt;br /&gt;Until then my darling, let this drug-induced fool dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly hope you understand what I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of hidden meanings in this poem.&lt;br /&gt;And bloody stupid this poem is.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite song at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DSDS - Cry On My Shoulder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the hero, never comes to you&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone, you're feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for love, and you're alone&lt;br /&gt;If you call your friends, nobody's home&lt;br /&gt;You can rum away, but you can't hide&lt;br /&gt;Through a storm and through a lonely night&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll show you there's a destiny&lt;br /&gt;The best things in life, they are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna cry: cry on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone, who cares for you&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling sad, your heart gets colder&lt;br /&gt;Yes I show you what real love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your sky is grey oh let me know&lt;br /&gt;There's a place in heaven, where we'll go&lt;br /&gt;If heaven is, a million years away&lt;br /&gt;Oh just call me and I'll make your day&lt;br /&gt;When the nights are getting cold and blue&lt;br /&gt;When the days are getting hard for you&lt;br /&gt;I will always stay by your side&lt;br /&gt;I promise you, I'll never hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna cry: cry on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone, who cares for you&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling sad, your heart gets colder&lt;br /&gt;Yes I show you what real love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna cry: cry on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone, who cares for you&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling sad, your heart gets colder&lt;br /&gt;Yes I show you what real love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-4867786162050519607?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4867786162050519607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=4867786162050519607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4867786162050519607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4867786162050519607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-busy-lately-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SZF8Wz3LvMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DBGVoI7PfdE/s72-c/DSC09117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-5939407703968459075</id><published>2009-01-13T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:06:27.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 11th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for steamboat with Ma, Grace, Joannne, Michelle and Ting today.&lt;br /&gt;Lol Grace, Michelle and I barbecued more than we put food into the soup to boil.&lt;br /&gt;Grace took a lot of beef, Michelle took a lot of squid and I, pork with those little white fats dangling off. XD&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Grace and I ended up stuffing ourselves with the huge pile of beef she took as a RM5 fine is imposed for any 100g of food wasted.&lt;br /&gt;That monkey covered up the food we couldn't finish with the prawn shells and tissues. XD&lt;br /&gt;Then the beef, with every bite for each piece, she'll say &lt;em&gt;'Boh sek'&lt;/em&gt; then spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;That's how we finished the beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm, I need books to read! I'm practically rotting at home already! And besides that, I need some reading materials to refer to for my story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to write a good story. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Book List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Inkdeath by Cornelia Funke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sequel to Inkheart. Inkheart was a joy to read so I want Inkdeath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Brisingr by Christopher Paolini.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third book for the Inheritance series. Hmm I want to know whether Eragon and Arya got together in this book or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Eclipse by Stephenie Meyers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Moon left me in a cliffhanger so I can't wait to get Eclipse for myself. Definitely a good reference material for my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyers&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'll have to get this book after reading Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;The Tamuli series by David Eddings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sequel to the series before this. Couldn't remember the name of the series before The Tamuli though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no pictures as there is something wrong with the USB port. so next time and I'll make this post longer. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-5939407703968459075?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5939407703968459075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=5939407703968459075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5939407703968459075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5939407703968459075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-11th-went-for-steamboat-with-ma.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-7360986421515977865</id><published>2009-01-10T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T04:46:40.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol not much to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;Just uploading a couple pictures and two videos of me waxing my cousin's legs using scotch tape. Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home the whole day today.&lt;br /&gt;Going out for steamboat with Ayam, Monyet, Ma and I don't know who else tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shauni's Waxing Parlour&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7c789d29b10cd3d7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7c789d29b10cd3d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284679%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B2028F18F218F3728FD610107F72B1447A68047.5ED91BDF17DC23E5D6C41CA61BFA306B6D61AB3F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c789d29b10cd3d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFPRHFpqqs5Qyy3iW9HUV0j0nR7g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7c789d29b10cd3d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284679%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B2028F18F218F3728FD610107F72B1447A68047.5ED91BDF17DC23E5D6C41CA61BFA306B6D61AB3F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c789d29b10cd3d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFPRHFpqqs5Qyy3iW9HUV0j0nR7g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c6f375104145138" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0c6f375104145138%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284679%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A0CE7418AA3D584E59D51C1B88E499EA0F052BA.315ECD507CD228547B091A684CAB0B86EF23614A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6f375104145138%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJXh53tsD0CIFnb-XTQFP07b0Ksc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0c6f375104145138%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284679%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A0CE7418AA3D584E59D51C1B88E499EA0F052BA.315ECD507CD228547B091A684CAB0B86EF23614A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6f375104145138%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJXh53tsD0CIFnb-XTQFP07b0Ksc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my wannabe model cousin. Tch tch hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the original pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWiXaPV_SoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/3RMO37ZeQ6k/s1600-h/DSC08802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289644239397800578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWiXaPV_SoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/3RMO37ZeQ6k/s320/DSC08802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The ciplak pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWiYBJtbRLI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4EuaXZ8XP7Q/s1600-h/DSC08801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289644907900388530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWiYBJtbRLI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4EuaXZ8XP7Q/s320/DSC08801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWiXaNEoNTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/jUCcqPiUI3g/s1600-h/DSC08800.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWiXZ1WNv9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/hAFIfRJfnyo/s1600-h/DSC08798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289644232419426258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWiXZ1WNv9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/hAFIfRJfnyo/s320/DSC08798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWiXZ8teU6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/f1Mp17GnT74/s1600-h/DSC08797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289644234396029858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWiXZ8teU6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/f1Mp17GnT74/s320/DSC08797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWiXsSXtUnI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ywMUVAVBStE/s1600-h/DSC08806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289644549447963250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWiXsSXtUnI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ywMUVAVBStE/s320/DSC08806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWiXsG3-K6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/LCYosPSNj4w/s1600-h/DSC08803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289644546362059682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWiXsG3-K6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/LCYosPSNj4w/s320/DSC08803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-7360986421515977865?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7c789d29b10cd3d7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c6f375104145138&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7360986421515977865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=7360986421515977865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7360986421515977865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7360986421515977865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol-not-much-to-blog-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWiXaPV_SoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/3RMO37ZeQ6k/s72-c/DSC08802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-17277077143068510</id><published>2009-01-09T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:03:18.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 7th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept for just 3 hours plus. God, stupid insomnia. Grr. Met up with Grace and Michelle in our beloved ex school, CGL except for Grace of course. She's an ex Dalat-ian. Pn. Hooi talked to me for a while in the canteen, commenting on my lip stud. Ate my beloved &lt;em&gt;char mihun&lt;/em&gt; which I had dearly missed in these past 2 months. &lt;em&gt;Mmmm.&lt;/em&gt; We saw Pn. Latha and Pn. Salmah when we walked to the mew block. HAHA it's so sweet to see the look on their faces when they saw me. Coloured hair, lip stud and earrings. XD XD I went to disturb Pn. Rajes for a while in the staff room. Hands down, she's the best form teacher ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disturbed yet another favourite teacher of mine, Pn Cheah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pn Cheah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Teacher ar, my Add Maths ar-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't tell me!&lt;/span&gt; (lightning quick response)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I bet she knows what to expect for my Add Maths result. I'm sorry, Pn Cheah. I know it's saddening to have a student like me. Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, returning to CGL wearing anything but our school uniform is something that I can't get used to. I miss the rowdiness of 5 Mahir though it's only been two months but it seriously felt like years to me these 2 months. The fact that I can never don the school uniform and attend school leaves me feeling hollow. Oh well, it's part of growing up. Time to write a new chapter in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Michelle's house after that and those two idiots washed their hair in the sink when they can use the bathroom instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grace Sun's Sink-y Moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f2b35c12739aefa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f2b35c12739aefa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284679%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D416FE025E4A26878BA17B4DC24DEB9803C6E69B2.1E73E2639263AF7325BD058ECAA33721AC113E96%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2b35c12739aefa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D14ymD68X1DB4waL_5j_GKIkXmHs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f2b35c12739aefa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284679%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D416FE025E4A26878BA17B4DC24DEB9803C6E69B2.1E73E2639263AF7325BD058ECAA33721AC113E96%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2b35c12739aefa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D14ymD68X1DB4waL_5j_GKIkXmHs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Michelle slept , I got hooked on playing Batman Lego again while Grace watched Tom and Jerry and Mr. Bean. They dropped me off at Canon for a while before we head on to Prangin. Sang Whitney Houston's I'll Always Love You like a couple of banshees when Michelle was driving up to the carpark. I've got the recording but it ain't worth it to hurt your eardrums over our singing. Besides that, Grace was being obscene. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around boring Prangin to find Grace's Kapo. We went back to Michelle's house again after we found the Kapo she wants. Those two pigs slept and I had to watch them sleep coz I can't seem to sleep ; there was nothing to do either. So, I 'ransacked' Grace's music playlist in her Ipod Touch. When they finally woke up, we went to Subaidah in Tanjung Tokong for dinner since we were craving for &lt;em&gt;nasi kandar&lt;/em&gt;. Then we head down to Gurney Drive to meet up with Michelle's grandma. Grace and I did a commentary on Michelle's robotic &lt;em&gt;cha cha&lt;/em&gt; steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that's all. Yes, I'm boring you to hell I know. A million apologies. Here's a slideshow of my pictures. XD I know what you're thinking: &lt;em&gt;perasan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The normal hair look.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcP7Jn92NI/AAAAAAAAASc/QMRaMmjxIYI/s1600-h/DSC08609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289213796240185554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcP7Jn92NI/AAAAAAAAASc/QMRaMmjxIYI/s320/DSC08609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The MOHAWK! tak menjadi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcQofaje9I/AAAAAAAAATE/NGRgoQsW3x4/s1600-h/DSC08733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289214575183625170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcQofaje9I/AAAAAAAAATE/NGRgoQsW3x4/s320/DSC08733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcQoYotJ3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/R3SQb0aG7y0/s1600-h/DSC08729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289214573363930994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcQoYotJ3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/R3SQb0aG7y0/s320/DSC08729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcQoNeDDnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eBoyhe6vKWc/s1600-h/DSC08727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289214570366439026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcQoNeDDnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eBoyhe6vKWc/s320/DSC08727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcQoLrHDeI/AAAAAAAAASs/4tJX8-4O6zc/s1600-h/DSC08726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289214569884356066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcQoLrHDeI/AAAAAAAAASs/4tJX8-4O6zc/s320/DSC08726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcQnx_-kmI/AAAAAAAAASk/Iei5_hF1Irg/s1600-h/DSC08720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289214562992558690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcQnx_-kmI/AAAAAAAAASk/Iei5_hF1Irg/s320/DSC08720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And presenting the gay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcQ4InGaDI/AAAAAAAAATM/yLrcWYbPwuc/s1600-h/DSC08602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289214843940137010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcQ4InGaDI/AAAAAAAAATM/yLrcWYbPwuc/s320/DSC08602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Gurney Drive again yesterday since we had nothing to do. Grace had gone down to KL for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The dusk sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcRe5AvV9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/xwikWs1Usl8/s1600-h/DSC08746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215509767608274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcRe5AvV9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/xwikWs1Usl8/s320/DSC08746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aargh, the wind is messing up my hair look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcRe1awgeI/AAAAAAAAATs/KW4TdU2Qj6Y/s1600-h/DSC08745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215508802994658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcRe1awgeI/AAAAAAAAATs/KW4TdU2Qj6Y/s320/DSC08745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jewel Berry Cigar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcRernO7JI/AAAAAAAAATk/fOWPYPdTstE/s1600-h/DSC08742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215506170965138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcRernO7JI/AAAAAAAAATk/fOWPYPdTstE/s320/DSC08742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The spot where Michelle and I sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcSXtJQUMI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Uw-OsS8MJ_E/s1600-h/DSC08741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289216485834641602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcSXtJQUMI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Uw-OsS8MJ_E/s320/DSC08741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcReUY0crI/AAAAAAAAATU/JFJc1pmw60g/s1600-h/DSC08740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215499936494258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcReUY0crI/AAAAAAAAATU/JFJc1pmw60g/s320/DSC08740.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how dirty Gurney Drive is? Tch tch. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcRvTEsV0I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ymg7wf3TKwQ/s1600-h/DSC08753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215791641417538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcRvTEsV0I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ymg7wf3TKwQ/s320/DSC08753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcRvH4XdsI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4gNd3prNfFs/s1600-h/DSC08752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215788636927682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcRvH4XdsI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4gNd3prNfFs/s320/DSC08752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, that's about all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-17277077143068510?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f2b35c12739aefa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/17277077143068510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=17277077143068510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/17277077143068510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/17277077143068510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-7th-slept-for-just-3-hours-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SWcP7Jn92NI/AAAAAAAAASc/QMRaMmjxIYI/s72-c/DSC08609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-5173584865600597546</id><published>2009-01-09T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:24:51.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 6th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 2pm today. Yes 2pm. I had nothing to do for the whole entire day so I decided to sleep the whole day off. Michelle called me when I just woke up anf I had to rush like mad just to get ready. In the end, I went out looking like an idiot especially my hair. Michelle went to pick up Mira from SGGS to drop her off at Komtar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping her off at Komtar, we went to Island Plaza as Big Monkey wants to check the price for a I-Don't-Know-What-Brand pair of sunglasses. I had my breakfast-cum-lunch-cum-tea ( XD ) at Japin. Grace a.k.a. Big Monkey joined us after a while and we head down to Subaidah since that monkey wants to eat &lt;em&gt;roti tisu&lt;/em&gt;. We ordered one each since Grace doesn't wanna share. Tch tch. No pictures of the towering &lt;em&gt;roti tisu&lt;/em&gt;'s though. We were too busy making sure our &lt;em&gt;roti tisu&lt;/em&gt; doesn't fly off from the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tea, we went back to Michelle's place. I got hooked on with Monkey's Nintendo DS; Batman Lego is super addictive. &lt;strong&gt;WOOT WOOT!!&lt;/strong&gt; I was playing that game for hours until we decided to go for dinner at Khaleel in Gurney Drive. Saw Delphine at Khaleel; that &lt;em&gt;sui chaboh&lt;/em&gt;. XD We walked along after the Gurney promenade since we were bloody full. Yen came with Yi Qin around 10-ish I think and we went to Coffee Island for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all for January 6th. Sadly no, pictures. It's all in Grace's phone. I've forgotten to bluetooth it over to my phone. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-5173584865600597546?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5173584865600597546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=5173584865600597546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5173584865600597546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5173584865600597546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-6th-i-woke-up-at-2pm-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-3342595025154535179</id><published>2009-01-04T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:22:48.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I'm pretty much in love with Varsity, I might as well post up lyrics to 3 of my favourite songs from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Varsity - You'll Be Okay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HgdPWvEcNt8&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't live without you, no&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see myself without you&lt;br /&gt;But it's over now&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost when I'm without you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;My heart just doesn't beat the same&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook:]&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Like the lyrics of a sad song&lt;br /&gt;Mine was feeling so wrong&lt;br /&gt;If you could only hear the words I say&lt;br /&gt;When your heart beats beside me&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I can't find me&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That you'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;You'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Ok oh oh (hey) ok&lt;br /&gt;Ok (ok) oh oh ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back to us&lt;br /&gt;Mmm oh&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I could change the way I was&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove it to us&lt;br /&gt;I can be all the man you need&lt;br /&gt;And you're still the only woman for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook:]&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Like the lyrics of a sad song&lt;br /&gt;Mine was feeling so wrong&lt;br /&gt;If you could only hear the words I say&lt;br /&gt;(Hear the words I say)&lt;br /&gt;When your heart beats beside me&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I can't find me&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;(I just wanna hear you say)&lt;br /&gt;Yo&lt;br /&gt;That you'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;V, lemme in man&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yo&lt;br /&gt;You'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rapping:]&lt;br /&gt;Uh Yeah, I'm here to show&lt;br /&gt;Here to be okay&lt;br /&gt;She had left me so sick like Ne-Yo say&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;I'm a need a couple of minutes to bounce back&lt;br /&gt;Love is more important than the money I found then&lt;br /&gt;But it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Baby I know now&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you standing by the door&lt;br /&gt;Like go now&lt;br /&gt;So cold like a snow cloud&lt;br /&gt;So slow merry go round&lt;br /&gt;Here to hold cold now [? ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook:]&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: x2]&lt;br /&gt;Like the lyrics of a sad song&lt;br /&gt;Mine was feeling so wrong&lt;br /&gt;If you could only hear the words I say&lt;br /&gt;When your heart beats beside me&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I can't find me&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the lyrics of a sad song&lt;br /&gt;(You'll be ok)&lt;br /&gt;Mine was feeling so wrong&lt;br /&gt;If you could only hear the words I say&lt;br /&gt;When your heart beats beside me&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I can't find me&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That you'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;You'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Ok oh oh ok&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Ok oh oh ok &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Varsity - Let Her Go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1yCvHOet9Ow&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;You left a letter as a clue...&lt;br /&gt;Set me in the air, At the spot, where I first kissed you,&lt;br /&gt;Holdin my head in my hands,&lt;br /&gt;You brushed a tear off my face,&lt;br /&gt;One on one, You confessed that this all you can take,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken, tired&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying (Didn't mean to watch as)&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to watch as&lt;br /&gt;You just walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Just let her go (just let her go)&lt;br /&gt;It's too far in motion&lt;br /&gt;Just let her go (just let her go)&lt;br /&gt;My heart can gain control&lt;br /&gt;It's too late (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;It's too far (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving me behind&lt;br /&gt;Just let her go (just let her go)&lt;br /&gt;Just let her go (just let her go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;I should take it all back&lt;br /&gt;All the kisses I gave you&lt;br /&gt;The tears that you left me with&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to react&lt;br /&gt;On my own, by myself&lt;br /&gt;How could you say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken, tired&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to watch as&lt;br /&gt;You just walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Just let her go&lt;br /&gt;It's too far in motion&lt;br /&gt;Just let her go (just let her go)&lt;br /&gt;My heart can gain control&lt;br /&gt;It's too late (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;It's too far (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving me behind&lt;br /&gt;Just let her go (just let her go)&lt;br /&gt;Just let her go (just let her go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3:]&lt;br /&gt;It's cold&lt;br /&gt;It's cold&lt;br /&gt;It's cold&lt;br /&gt;It's cold&lt;br /&gt;It's cold in here without you (without you)&lt;br /&gt;It's cold&lt;br /&gt;It's cold&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it could be you&lt;br /&gt;When you think of it&lt;br /&gt;Every little piece of it&lt;br /&gt;Is keeping me from turning blue&lt;br /&gt;Had to turn away&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to see you giving me awaaayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Just let her go&lt;br /&gt;It's too far in motion&lt;br /&gt;Just let her go (just let her go)&lt;br /&gt;My heart can gain control&lt;br /&gt;It's too late (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;It's too far (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving me behind&lt;br /&gt;Just let her go (just let her go)&lt;br /&gt;Just let her go (just let her go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Varsity - Why Not Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EjhzaWwKE7Q&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay&lt;br /&gt;Should I go&lt;br /&gt;Should've asked&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna know,&lt;br /&gt;Who are you thinking bout&lt;br /&gt;Who are you thinking bout&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't kiss&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't tell&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have without farewell, farwell with me&lt;br /&gt;What were you thinking bout&lt;br /&gt;What were you thinking bout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook:]&lt;br /&gt;What is it that keeps me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on to every word you say&lt;br /&gt;What is it that keeps me holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Because you're stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;Like my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;You put the scene on pause&lt;br /&gt;It still plays on&lt;br /&gt;It's chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;The words are slowly fading&lt;br /&gt;Stop and go in lunch on a busy street&lt;br /&gt;Bumper to bumper&lt;br /&gt;This empty seat&lt;br /&gt;Without you here, I get no where&lt;br /&gt;I ask, "Why not me? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;Could've been&lt;br /&gt;Could've had&lt;br /&gt;How could you do that and not look back&lt;br /&gt;(Back, back oh)&lt;br /&gt;Who were you thinking bout&lt;br /&gt;Who were you thinking bout&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't wait&lt;br /&gt;And you couldn't breathe&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't be sharing the same dreams as me&lt;br /&gt;Who are you thinking bout&lt;br /&gt;Who are you thinking bout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook:]&lt;br /&gt;What is it that keeps me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on to every word you say&lt;br /&gt;What is it that keeps me holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Because you're stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;Like my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;You put the scene on pause&lt;br /&gt;It still plays on&lt;br /&gt;It's chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;The words are slowly fading&lt;br /&gt;Stop and go in lunch on a busy street&lt;br /&gt;Bumper to bumper&lt;br /&gt;This empty seat&lt;br /&gt;Without you here, I get no where&lt;br /&gt;I ask, "Why not me? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't lie&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't cheat on you&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't do all the things that you'd do&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't ever give your love away&lt;br /&gt;So when you look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;As I pass you by&lt;br /&gt;You see yourself&lt;br /&gt;A lonely cry&lt;br /&gt;Take a harder look and see what's left inside&lt;br /&gt;Why not me&lt;br /&gt;Eh oh ho yeah oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: x2]&lt;br /&gt;Because you're stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;Like my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;You put the scene on pause&lt;br /&gt;It still plays on&lt;br /&gt;It's chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;The words are slowly fading&lt;br /&gt;Stop and go in lunch on a busy street&lt;br /&gt;Bumper to bumper&lt;br /&gt;This empty seat&lt;br /&gt;Without you here, I get no where&lt;br /&gt;I ask, "Why not me? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;Like my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;You put the scene on pause&lt;br /&gt;It still plays on&lt;br /&gt;It's chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;The words are slowly fading&lt;br /&gt;Stop and go in lunch on a busy street&lt;br /&gt;Bumper to bumper&lt;br /&gt;This empty seat&lt;br /&gt;Without you here, I get no where&lt;br /&gt;I ask, "Why not me? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not me&lt;br /&gt;Why not me&lt;br /&gt;Why not me&lt;br /&gt;Why not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-3342595025154535179?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3342595025154535179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=3342595025154535179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3342595025154535179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/3342595025154535179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-im-pretty-much-in-love-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-5461077434968548014</id><published>2009-01-04T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:20:36.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoa, it's either I don't give a damn about this blog or I'm the laziest person on Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, here's a little short post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not much to write, well actually there is alot to write but god forbid, I've forgotten what I've done in all my outings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, if you can remember what you've done when you went to Gurney for 7 days in a row, I salute you. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah yeah, my poor excuse for my short term memory loss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm New Year Eve was &lt;em&gt;boring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There wasn't that much people in Gurney than it was during Christmas Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, definitely not a sign of those accursed snow spray =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We( Michelle, Sun and I) bought a 24 pack of Carlsberg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadly, we didn't manage to drink more than 10 cans. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Gurney around 6 and walked around, not sure of what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm officially sick of Gurney now. &lt;em&gt;Bleh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xin Yi came and joined us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked around for a little while before Sun, Xin Yi and I decided to head to Bed in Belissa Row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's quite a nice bistro that Bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ordered a jug of Tiger, Long Island and tequila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn, Tiger tastes like crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hands down, Heineken is the best!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michelle joined us at 10-ish I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went back to Gurney for the countdown after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the countdown, we head over to Taman Jajar in Sri York to drink our Carlsberg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The beer wasn't the one that made me high but rather, the vanilla flavoured cigar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good shyt, I tell you. LMAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's about it for New Year's Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sad thing, it's knda boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously hope 2009 will be a great year for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2008 was an awesome year for me but I just hope I don't suffer the same little episodes of 2008 in 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to start anew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s - I'm considering posting up that &lt;em&gt;messed up &lt;/em&gt;story of mine in Fiction Press. Hmm, that'll have to wait till I finally get a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-5461077434968548014?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5461077434968548014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=5461077434968548014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5461077434968548014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5461077434968548014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2009/01/whoa-its-either-i-dont-give-damn-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-4638504003463433285</id><published>2008-12-21T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:38:59.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm officially in love with &lt;em&gt;The L Word &lt;/em&gt;now. At first, I did get the &lt;em&gt;geli-ness &lt;/em&gt;watching it. Too much kissing and uh, that &lt;em&gt;uhh &lt;/em&gt;scenes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But after a while, I got so sick of it that I fast-forwarded most of those scenes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I didn't slept for two nights just to watch this series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Google it up if you wanna know it's about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*winks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I absolutely adore these two from this series la. Carmen(Sarah Shahi) is so so so so so so so hot la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/strong&gt; XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shane McCutcheon who's played by Katherine Moennig. &lt;em&gt;Psst, I'm obsessed with her. XD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SU4ZNt-xlvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QICcw6QojD4/s1600-h/Katherine_Moennig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282187136424056562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SU4ZNt-xlvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QICcw6QojD4/s320/Katherine_Moennig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SU4Z_QlZBZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/d8FPZQP177g/s1600-h/2411075259_bacf3d40ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282187987526419858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SU4Z_QlZBZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/d8FPZQP177g/s320/2411075259_bacf3d40ba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And, here's Carmen, &lt;em&gt;my genuine babi,&lt;/em&gt; who's played by Sarah Shahi. Hotstuff *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SU4blEkra_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BGMpxj7A7K8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282189736648862706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SU4blEkra_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BGMpxj7A7K8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SU4bk2BjfiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SFIA2oiAbCU/s1600-h/iluvthisone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282189732743446050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SU4bk2BjfiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SFIA2oiAbCU/s320/iluvthisone.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shane and Carmen, my favourite couple in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SU4cEvlsAbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZwL3cpXctwc/s1600-h/Shane_Carmen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282190280771764658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SU4cEvlsAbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZwL3cpXctwc/s320/Shane_Carmen3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SU4cEpqIh8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/lwzcQpS2JP8/s1600-h/shane+oxfords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282190279179798466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SU4cEpqIh8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/lwzcQpS2JP8/s320/shane+oxfords.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They took such a long time to get together la. Aiyo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanna watch Season 3 la!!! Ahh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-4638504003463433285?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4638504003463433285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=4638504003463433285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4638504003463433285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4638504003463433285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/l-word.html' title='The L Word'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SU4ZNt-xlvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QICcw6QojD4/s72-c/Katherine_Moennig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-7138848881934068684</id><published>2008-12-17T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:39:37.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fell in love with this song from David Archuleta. God, so damn meaningful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you haven't heard it yet, go listen to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High &lt;/strong&gt;recommended. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Archuleta - A Little Too Not Over You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Up-iculdfwA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never crossed my mind at all&lt;br /&gt;That's what I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;What we had has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;You're better off with someone else&lt;br /&gt;It's for the best, I know it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I see you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to hide&lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I turn around&lt;br /&gt;You're with him now&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;can'&lt;/strong&gt;t seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Not over you&lt;br /&gt;(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to fade&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Shake it off, let it go&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think it be this hard&lt;br /&gt;Should be strong&lt;br /&gt;Moving on&lt;br /&gt;But I see you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to hide&lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I turn around&lt;br /&gt;You're with him now&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I regret&lt;br /&gt;Everything I said&lt;br /&gt;No way to take it all back&lt;/em&gt;, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;How I let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oooh, oooh, oooh&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Not over you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till then,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-7138848881934068684?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7138848881934068684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=7138848881934068684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7138848881934068684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7138848881934068684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-fell-in-love-with-this-song-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-606296168905312264</id><published>2008-12-15T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:29:44.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've finally found a new skin for my blog after painstakingly searching through blogskins.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hard la wanna find one decent skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, this skin may be simple but I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The more simple it is, the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-606296168905312264?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/606296168905312264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=606296168905312264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/606296168905312264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/606296168905312264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-skin.html' title='New Skin'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-327603054798119048</id><published>2008-12-14T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T07:17:16.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gay-est Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well bloggie, it's been a while hasn't it? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm back now to finally update. Zingwei, you happy now? =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So SPM is finally over; yeah yeah it's been over for such a long time now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, gonna update a little, it won't be a long post though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a short post to make sure my blog is not dead. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So on 6th December, Linda Chung Ka Yan, the TVB actress came to Queens so Michelle, Ting and I went there. First time seeing an actress mah so just go there and join in the jostling crowd. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was bloody hot though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As soon as we reach there, Ting went to find Fennie and Shin Ye(whatever her name is) at T-bowl. Michelle and I wandered around aimlessly. Seriously, the malls in Penang are boring the crap outta me. Different malls with different name but the same old things la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right, so wandering around aimlessly, lunch at Sushi King, wandering around aimlessly again, meeting up with Ting, bla bla bla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUjNlWyk3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/6uVpcoxjF8c/s1600-h/1_947354054l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279664854434747250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUjNlWyk3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/6uVpcoxjF8c/s320/1_947354054l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just some random picture of us sitting outside a shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Michelle bought a pillow and the fella put the pillow in a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; bag and she half-dragged it around before she dumped the bag to Ting and ran away. Tch tch. Ting dragged it instead of carrying the bag. Lmao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met up with Sok Wah for a while before we head down to Coffee Beans. From then onwards, it got pretty gay. XD At first, she squeezed in with Ting on the sofa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279660864854645330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUflXAxWlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/aZFqdM62JIw/s320/DSC08163.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Just like a kid annoying someone, no? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then she just had to come and squeezed with me. Tch tch. My comfortable space. Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUgHu1_qiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XONudtIy6O4/s1600-h/1_984292696l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279661455367449122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUgHu1_qiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XONudtIy6O4/s320/1_984292696l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two gays. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUhQFMrdrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8IIAMf81jMw/s1600-h/1_573924389l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279662698318755506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUhQFMrdrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8IIAMf81jMw/s320/1_573924389l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUhP_I1q6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/UPhCwqUhx5U/s1600-h/1_966591594l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279662696692034466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUhP_I1q6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/UPhCwqUhx5U/s320/1_966591594l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mmm, it's &lt;em&gt;finger-licking&lt;/em&gt; good. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUhPjruzVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1vtHkZLAOYk/s1600-h/1_518169822l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279662689322192210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUhPjruzVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1vtHkZLAOYk/s320/1_518169822l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The geek! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUhPRcdWNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wyTZf8IKy2g/s1600-h/1_557919455l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279662684426295506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUhPRcdWNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wyTZf8IKy2g/s320/1_557919455l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUgw21KpnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/TgMJf3U7i8k/s1600-h/1_954570168l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279662161886094962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUgw21KpnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/TgMJf3U7i8k/s320/1_954570168l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd wonder why I still smile when I'm about to be molested? &lt;em&gt;Tch tch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUhg83Q7BI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/p4xTxTISHE8/s1600-h/1_681757730l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279662988139228178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUhg83Q7BI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/p4xTxTISHE8/s320/1_681757730l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, okay, this will be last of the pictures. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUiUoffXrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cVL2xRxaoFA/s1600-h/1_362453221l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279663876024000178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUiUoffXrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cVL2xRxaoFA/s320/1_362453221l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So feel like puking, yet? ;) Right after our gay moment, we went to &lt;em&gt;khek &lt;/em&gt;with the crowd to wait for the oh so lovely Linda Chung.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's about all la. Not much going on these days. Been spending my days writing and jamming on the guitar. Sad, ain't it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, I need to go out la. Anyone? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-327603054798119048?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/327603054798119048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=327603054798119048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/327603054798119048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/327603054798119048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/12/gay-est-day.html' title='The Gay-est Day'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SUUjNlWyk3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/6uVpcoxjF8c/s72-c/1_947354054l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-2936641719821111844</id><published>2008-11-14T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:48:41.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard this song the other day on radio and damn, it's such a meaningful song. It's the latest song from Hinder called Without You. Definitely an inspirational song in way. XD Go check it out and you won't go wrong with it. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hinder - Without You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna be alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna take a little breather&lt;br /&gt;Cause lately all we do is fight&lt;br /&gt;And every time it cuts me deeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause somethings changed&lt;br /&gt;Youve been acting so strange&lt;br /&gt;And its taking its toll on me&lt;br /&gt;Its safe to say that Im ready to let you leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I live it up a little more everyday&lt;br /&gt;Without you, Im seein myself so differently&lt;br /&gt;I didnt wanna believe it then&lt;br /&gt;But it all worked out in the end&lt;br /&gt;When I watched you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Well I never thought id say&lt;br /&gt;Im fine&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called you up cause its been long enough&lt;br /&gt;And you said that you were so much better&lt;br /&gt;We have done a lot of growing up&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant to be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause something changed, you were acting so strange&lt;br /&gt;And its taken its toll on me&lt;br /&gt;Its safe to say that Im ready to let you leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I live it up a little more everyday&lt;br /&gt;Without you, Im seein myself so differently&lt;br /&gt;I didnt wanna believe it then&lt;br /&gt;But it all worked out in the end&lt;br /&gt;When I watched you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Well I never thought id say&lt;br /&gt;Im fine&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause something changed, you were acting so strange&lt;br /&gt;And its taken its toll on me&lt;br /&gt;Its safe to say that Im ready to let you leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I live it up a little more everyday&lt;br /&gt;Without you, Im seein myself so differently&lt;br /&gt;I didnt wanna believe it then&lt;br /&gt;But it all worked out in the end&lt;br /&gt;When I watched you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Well I never thought id say&lt;br /&gt;Im fine,&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be alone tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna take a little breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SPM was killer. I still have 5 more days to go and it's bye bye to killer public exams! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xX Shaun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-2936641719821111844?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2936641719821111844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=2936641719821111844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/2936641719821111844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/2936641719821111844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/without-you.html' title='Without You'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-4088776845650038619</id><published>2008-11-02T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:59:49.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's CREEPING 'round the corner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;SPM is next Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally not prepared la. Oh god, oh god. I'm gonna die. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just gonna write this short post to say good luck to all the fifth formers.&lt;br /&gt;High school life is gonna end soon and I'm having mix feelings about it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/399657069298291880-4088776845650038619?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4088776845650038619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=4088776845650038619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4088776845650038619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/4088776845650038619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-creeping-round-corner.html' title='It&apos;s CREEPING &apos;round the corner.'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-7684704457812274733</id><published>2008-09-20T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T06:16:59.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials sucked to the very core!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, bloggie! I've left you to rot once again. XD Well anyway...&lt;strong&gt;I'M BACK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But soon I'll be all inactive again. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too lazy to update la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must type and type. Blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trials &lt;em&gt;sucked&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'm gonna fail all my three sciences and two of my Maths subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How nice. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna study for 50 days now till the real thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more procastinating(sp?) now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOTTA STUDY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhhhh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enough bout that. Went to Zingwei's house yesterday and man, how we screamed when we played Resident Evil 4. Che Hui played so &lt;em&gt;chi kek&lt;/em&gt;-ly, jumping up from the chair then screamed. XD As for Serene, she was even more excited than us, who were playing. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well you be the judge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've got two videos of your's truly *ahem* and Che Hui playing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-199aaaea5fe0c369" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D199aaaea5fe0c369%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284679%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37BB21D1341ED544CAB5D6E2183B51F096CA4CCA.5BD626621D86E95558218045C8FB20A99F340895%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D199aaaea5fe0c369%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsJ6y6mCxdieUBZrHS-XOMojuC8c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D199aaaea5fe0c369%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284679%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37BB21D1341ED544CAB5D6E2183B51F096CA4CCA.5BD626621D86E95558218045C8FB20A99F340895%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D199aaaea5fe0c369%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsJ6y6mCxdieUBZrHS-XOMojuC8c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-11b7a2397e3623f2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D11b7a2397e3623f2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284679%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BEF5562A7D6E1E21ECB378BD9C6B23D16785FE.1E77BF803B559E07364383E0C664027A40624B34%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D11b7a2397e3623f2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2F00bTpjY9cAzxtG8NxowaHYWls&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D11b7a2397e3623f2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284679%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BEF5562A7D6E1E21ECB378BD9C6B23D16785FE.1E77BF803B559E07364383E0C664027A40624B34%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D11b7a2397e3623f2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2F00bTpjY9cAzxtG8NxowaHYWls&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well forgive me for the shakiness in video 2. Was busy laughing my ass off. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, that's about it la. Lazy to write further on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xXShaun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-7684704457812274733?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=11b7a2397e3623f2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=199aaaea5fe0c369&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7684704457812274733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=7684704457812274733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7684704457812274733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7684704457812274733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/09/trials-sucked-to-very-core.html' title='Trials sucked to the very core!'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8543682767394459517</id><published>2008-08-24T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:20:54.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;bloody&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; love this song now. Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/94ldrdznK3Y&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some things i shouldnt have done&lt;br /&gt;Said some things that were wrong&lt;br /&gt;Girl, i was just too scared to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;I have to cuz of my complications&lt;br /&gt;wore out all your patience&lt;br /&gt;girl, i dont blame you for being fed up&lt;br /&gt;but then it hit me all at once, when you left&lt;br /&gt;just like a hundred thousand tons, in my chest&lt;br /&gt;wishing this pain would go away, and leave me&lt;br /&gt;but it gets worse, everyday, cuz babyyy&lt;br /&gt;I cant let you go, I keep tryin but I cant girl&lt;br /&gt;its impossible, i miss you too bad&lt;br /&gt;I cant wish away the pain that i cannot do girl&lt;br /&gt;and all i can say is... i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tryin to tell myself to move on, to grow up and be strong&lt;br /&gt;girl, i keep thinkin bout those better days&lt;br /&gt;so many things i wanna tell you&lt;br /&gt;like how much i love you&lt;br /&gt;but girl, cant believe you're really gone away&lt;br /&gt;and then it hit me all at once, when you left&lt;br /&gt;just like a hundred thousand tons, in my chest&lt;br /&gt;wishing this pain would go away, and leave me&lt;br /&gt;but it gets worse, everyday, cuz babyyy&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go, i keep tryin but i cant girl&lt;br /&gt;its impossible, i miss you too bad&lt;br /&gt;I cant wish away the pain that i cannot do girl&lt;br /&gt;and all i can say is... i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn baby girl i miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;wanna hear your voice, wanna feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;wanna feel your heart beating next to mines&lt;br /&gt;but i know that i cant just press rewind&lt;br /&gt;if i could, then i would in an instant&lt;br /&gt;promise that things would be so damn different&lt;br /&gt;promise that i wouldnt be so distant&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe that my best friends gone&lt;br /&gt;without you, it just feel so wrong&lt;br /&gt;what i would give to sing a different song&lt;br /&gt;but your tellin me my chance is blown&lt;br /&gt;all i can do now is just sit and dream&lt;br /&gt;reminiscing on what might have been&lt;br /&gt;wishing you would come back to me&lt;br /&gt;but i know you just want me to set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go, i keep tryin but i cant girl&lt;br /&gt;its impossible, i miss you too bad&lt;br /&gt;I cant wish away the pain that i cannot do girl&lt;br /&gt;and all i can say is... i miss you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blah. It's making me emo once again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-8543682767394459517?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8543682767394459517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8543682767394459517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8543682767394459517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8543682767394459517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-495888159633514321</id><published>2008-08-23T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T06:12:00.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got a new band obsession. Blah, this ain't good. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well. My latest obsession is the latest band on the block. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOREVER THE SICKEST KIDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heard of them, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If your into rock songs, check them out. You won't go wrong with them. No kidding. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SLAD6aE83zI/AAAAAAAAANg/kXUySlpMmP0/s1600-h/l_76b9e6accf49543438198fda559600f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237690668599271218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SLAD6aE83zI/AAAAAAAAANg/kXUySlpMmP0/s320/l_76b9e6accf49543438198fda559600f5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Check out these songs from them now, will ya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's a Lady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That For Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe Me, I'm Lying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catastrophe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Way She Moves&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm I can't really remember what other songs there is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Xin Yi bloody made me obsessed with 3OH!3's Don't Trust Me. Bloody nice song with &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt; lyrics. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_KEPGyrV2aA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black dress with the tights underneath,&lt;br /&gt;I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth,&lt;br /&gt;And shes an actress (actress),&lt;br /&gt;But she ain't got no need.&lt;br /&gt;Shes got money from her parents in a trust fund back east.&lt;br /&gt;T-t-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;While my tongue is on the inside of some other girls teeth,&lt;br /&gt;T-tell your boyfriend if he says hes got beef,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to touch me (Woah),&lt;br /&gt;She wants to love me (Woah),&lt;br /&gt;She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust a ho,&lt;br /&gt;Never trust a ho,&lt;br /&gt;Won't trust a ho,&lt;br /&gt;Because a ho won't trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's on the back of your hands,&lt;br /&gt;Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands.&lt;br /&gt;And your setlist (setlist),&lt;br /&gt;You stole off the stage,&lt;br /&gt;Had red and purple lipstick all over the page.&lt;br /&gt;B-b-b-bruises cover your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm.&lt;br /&gt;And the best is (best is),&lt;br /&gt;No one knows who you are,&lt;br /&gt;Just another girl alone at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to touch me (Woah),&lt;br /&gt;She wants to love me (Woah),&lt;br /&gt;She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust a ho,&lt;br /&gt;Never trust a ho,&lt;br /&gt;Won't trust a ho,&lt;br /&gt;Because a ho won't trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shush girl shut your lips,&lt;br /&gt;Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.&lt;br /&gt;I said, Shush girl shut your lips,&lt;br /&gt;Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.&lt;br /&gt;I said, Shush girl shut your lips,&lt;br /&gt;Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, woah, woah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to touch me (Woah),&lt;br /&gt;She wants to love me (Woah),&lt;br /&gt;She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust a ho,&lt;br /&gt;Never trust a ho,&lt;br /&gt;Won't trust a ho,&lt;br /&gt;Because a ho won't trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just gotta love this song!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh and Ne-Yo's gotta be one of the greatest RnB singers around. He's just coming up with great tunes la. Tak boleh tahan la. Check out &lt;em&gt;Miss Independent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SLAL5QMuufI/AAAAAAAAANo/F-FWZ8vR1P0/s1600-h/neyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237699444860697074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SLAL5QMuufI/AAAAAAAAANo/F-FWZ8vR1P0/s320/neyo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My current favourite RnB artiste, &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;Ne-Yo. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright, that'll be all for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-495888159633514321?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/495888159633514321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=495888159633514321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/495888159633514321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/495888159633514321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SLAD6aE83zI/AAAAAAAAANg/kXUySlpMmP0/s72-c/l_76b9e6accf49543438198fda559600f5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8834410466356619675</id><published>2008-08-19T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:14:22.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom; Class of 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm I think I won't blog about my birthday. Terlalu lazy. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we, the CGLians, had our Prom Night on 9/8/08. It wasn't that fun, wasn't that bad either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But one thing's for sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My RM55 went down the drain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I paid that much just to take pictures non-stop for 4 whole hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tch tch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should have eaten to my heart's content wan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I shall start from the beginning of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had school in the morning. Instead of studying, we had this &lt;em&gt;Hari Kokurikulum. &lt;/em&gt;Participated in the basketball game and we weren't really playing to win. Some more I sucked so badly at this game. Aiyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were dismissed at 12.30 p.m. and I slept for like 15 minutes before I got up to clean my white DC shoe and also to get ready to go to Izue's house. Her mum fetched us to Odyssey to get our hair done. Her mum wanted to take us to another saloon but then Izue insisted on going to Odyssey as Sha was there. In the end, we regretted getting our hair done there. XD We saw Pn. Cheah and Hwei Yuin at Odyssey and not forgetting Sha too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After getting our hair done, we went back to Izue's place for that girl to change and also to make up. Tch tch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwSC7AA_RI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zu-Vuy6Kjt8/s1600-h/DSC06654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236580308131839250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwSC7AA_RI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zu-Vuy6Kjt8/s320/DSC06654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We reached Gurney Hotel at 6.30 p.m. and we talked to Izni and the others for a while before going up to register. Met up with Grace there and we down to wait for Xin Yi and Ah Goh to come. They came around 7-ish I think and we went up to the toilet on the 3rd floor to vain. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwWOz53nlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/v6n5SMUlsGo/s1600-h/DSCF3156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236584910431952466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwWOz53nlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/v6n5SMUlsGo/s320/DSCF3156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwWPIMyNJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Xhbo1t6RrBo/s1600-h/DSC06662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236584915879998610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwWPIMyNJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Xhbo1t6RrBo/s320/DSC06662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we puas with vaining, we went into the ballroom. I tell you ar, there were beautiful girls everywhere you turn la. Haha. Then the 4 hours of vaining began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the lucky draw, I won a table fan. Haha I thought I'm winning something really nice when Florence hand me a big box. Mana tau, it's a &lt;em&gt;table fan. &lt;/em&gt;Oh well, at least I won something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwSpONiMWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jArA0Jo7jl8/s1600-h/DSC06675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236580966123843938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwSpONiMWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jArA0Jo7jl8/s320/DSC06675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwSpDb6zjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SghGQZ52kRM/s1600-h/DSCF3299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236580963231387186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwSpDb6zjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SghGQZ52kRM/s320/DSCF3299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aha, the proud owner of the table fan. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Izue and I went out for the photoshoot thing coz there weren't that much people that time. If I have the chance, I'll try to upload those pictures up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures that I managed to get/taken with my phone. The rest are, well, taken with people's camera. XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwbL8JTodI/AAAAAAAAAJo/O0ilp50Mf98/s1600-h/DSCF3230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236590358662717906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwbL8JTodI/AAAAAAAAAJo/O0ilp50Mf98/s320/DSCF3230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Janice,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwbMItslCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/k3ePVU7J7UI/s1600-h/DSC06679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236590362036573218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwbMItslCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/k3ePVU7J7UI/s320/DSC06679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With Munee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwbMcsIYtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GG2hPTEYNyA/s1600-h/DSC06673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236590367398716114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwbMcsIYtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GG2hPTEYNyA/s320/DSC06673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Yi Lin a.k.a. The Screamer =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwbMdvpS8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/PrS5xU6iKiU/s1600-h/DSC06672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236590367681891266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwbMdvpS8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/PrS5xU6iKiU/s320/DSC06672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Adelene,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwbMhEex5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/faKYbEvhYRI/s1600-h/DSC06668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236590368574588818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwbMhEex5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/faKYbEvhYRI/s320/DSC06668.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With Nabila, Kaan and Izni darling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwcQ1i2leI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fsKN82A7QbI/s1600-h/DSC06667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236591542301791714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwcQ1i2leI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fsKN82A7QbI/s320/DSC06667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Pn Shamala (my form teacher in Form 1), &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwcRDXs0uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tQ8pn3QQ_NU/s1600-h/DSC02187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236591546013111010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwcRDXs0uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tQ8pn3QQ_NU/s320/DSC02187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With Zi Xin,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwcRUpjuwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2ETTjxy0sZc/s1600-h/DSC04803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236591550651415298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwcRUpjuwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2ETTjxy0sZc/s320/DSC04803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Serene darling and Laureene,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwcRqORLbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Rs7hkd7suYY/s1600-h/DSC06665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236591556442533298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwcRqORLbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Rs7hkd7suYY/s320/DSC06665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With Pn. Rajes (my current form teacher),&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwcRnsWGyI/AAAAAAAAAKw/6rH5_Ubv-Q8/s1600-h/DSC06666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236591555763378978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwcRnsWGyI/AAAAAAAAAKw/6rH5_Ubv-Q8/s320/DSC06666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With Pn Lim,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwdgnLUsQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QaF458N2zd4/s1600-h/1_936551154l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236592912834539778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwdgnLUsQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QaF458N2zd4/s320/1_936551154l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Che Yen,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwdgzYOaoI/AAAAAAAAALA/dyih8tzWvzs/s1600-h/1_833119026l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236592916109879938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwdgzYOaoI/AAAAAAAAALA/dyih8tzWvzs/s320/1_833119026l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With Che Hui darling (I think) XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwdhIvAlkI/AAAAAAAAALI/MeEDe_NyMRE/s1600-h/1_596939942l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236592921842587202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwdhIvAlkI/AAAAAAAAALI/MeEDe_NyMRE/s320/1_596939942l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With my &lt;em&gt;'beloved'&lt;/em&gt; wife, Hanisah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwdhQ6g8NI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dX_e4f5hbug/s1600-h/1_675097833l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236592924038328530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwdhQ6g8NI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dX_e4f5hbug/s320/1_675097833l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Michelle,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKweob1SqtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lnQ8RnLzaBo/s1600-h/1_159469487l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594146739923666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKweob1SqtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lnQ8RnLzaBo/s320/1_159469487l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Michelle and Che Hui darling,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKweov3llNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PNW6z16FlYw/s1600-h/1_168526581l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594152118260946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKweov3llNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PNW6z16FlYw/s320/1_168526581l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With Celia, Izni darling, my&lt;em&gt; 'beloved'&lt;/em&gt; wife Izue and Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKweoxwOCLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eD9SQKqRPgo/s1600-h/1_856025020l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594152624228530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKweoxwOCLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eD9SQKqRPgo/s320/1_856025020l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Michelle and Che Yen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKweo6kxSqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/V8PS8mCR3bA/s1600-h/1_788588187l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594154992126626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKweo6kxSqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/V8PS8mCR3bA/s320/1_788588187l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Michelle and Che Yen once again,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwfXaPEbHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/INHLaNTzJl0/s1600-h/1_270784339l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594953765022834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwfXaPEbHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/INHLaNTzJl0/s320/1_270784339l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With Michelle and Che Hui darling,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right, that's about all the pictures that I have for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Prom ended at 10 p.m. and I hung around Gurney Hotel for a while before going to Gurney Plaza with Michelle to catch a movie. If you still haven't watch Meet Dave, go watch it! Lol. That movie is kinda hilarious. After the movie, we went to Sunrise McD to meet up with Kaan, Munee and Sophia. Sat there for a while before we went to find Izni and her Kie Kie at Mr. Pot. Munee and Sophia left us at Mr. Pot to join Izni. We went to Khaleel for supper after that. So hungry la I tell you. Since Kaan ate a lot during prom, she just ordered something to drink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went to Gurney Hotel to find Zi Xin and Zingwei after supper. These two pigs were sleeping at the lobby la. Tch tch. Like so unwanted only la. XD Kaan got so syok with the elephant ornament that she played with it non-stop. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we went up to their hotel room( Zi Xin's and Zingwei's) and Kaan threaten Zi Xin that she'll scream if she don't follow us back to our hotel. Lol Kaan will make a good kidnapper one day. Kidding, kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And so our journey to Berjaya Hotel begin with Kaan as the leader who nicely brought us &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; big round to our hotel at 4 a.m. A little too early for a morning walk, eh? Haha still it couldn't compare to the walk to St. Georges. Now that's &lt;strong&gt;bloody&lt;/strong&gt; far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We finally reached the hotel 35 minutes later and I bloody slept for less than an hour I think. too much interruptions la. Tch tch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The next morning, Kaan and I went down for the buffet as I was the only one awake that time. After buffet, we went back to the hotel and wait for the others to wake up before going swimming. Che Hui, Serene and Michelle stayed at the room to sleep though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are some random pics. Muahaha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwl6fIVI8I/AAAAAAAAANA/J7Fa7bit6QA/s1600-h/DSC06681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236602153444123586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwl6fIVI8I/AAAAAAAAANA/J7Fa7bit6QA/s320/DSC06681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaan and Che Hui darling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwl6uAGXTI/AAAAAAAAANI/l5U4CggUkXw/s1600-h/DSC06703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236602157436132658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwl6uAGXTI/AAAAAAAAANI/l5U4CggUkXw/s320/DSC06703.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our superman daddy is sleeping. Shhhh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwl6n4TGuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eWZfhJRkCCk/s1600-h/DSC06704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236602155792800482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwl6n4TGuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eWZfhJRkCCk/s320/DSC06704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHA, picture taken by Michelle. She'll kill me if she sees this. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwl6wUnxOI/AAAAAAAAANY/lmZOgD0BSRU/s1600-h/DSC06707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236602158059078882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwl6wUnxOI/AAAAAAAAANY/lmZOgD0BSRU/s320/DSC06707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, our messy room. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the twins, Yi Qin, Michelle, Serene and I went to Gurney Plaza. Spent half our time there at the arcade. I followed Serene at 3 something I think as it was kinda dangerous for her to walk to One Stop to catch a bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwlhCD1hOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3ZWX_b_wUjA/s1600-h/DSC06709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236601716143916258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwlhCD1hOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3ZWX_b_wUjA/s320/DSC06709.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Serene's dog, Zai Zai, taking a bite at my pants. Non-stop chasing after my pants la. Tch tch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right, that'll be all for the prom updates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-8834410466356619675?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8834410466356619675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8834410466356619675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8834410466356619675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8834410466356619675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/08/prom-class-of-08.html' title='Prom; Class of 08'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SKwSC7AA_RI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zu-Vuy6Kjt8/s72-c/DSC06654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-2707333420965669904</id><published>2008-08-13T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T03:52:28.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menjaga Hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;masih tertinggal bayanganmu&lt;br /&gt;yang telah membekas di relung hatiku&lt;br /&gt;hujan tanpa henti seolah pertanda&lt;br /&gt;cinta tak di sini lagi&lt;br /&gt;kau tlah berpaling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biarkan aku menjaga perasaan ini, ohh&lt;br /&gt;menjaga segenap cinta yang telah kau beri&lt;br /&gt;engkau pergi, aku takkan pergi&lt;br /&gt;kau menjaga, aku takkan jauh&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya diriku masih mengharapkanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masih adakah cahaya rindumu&lt;br /&gt;yang dulu selalu cerminkan hatimu&lt;br /&gt;aku takkan bisa menghapus dirimu&lt;br /&gt;meski ku lihat kini&lt;br /&gt;kau di seberang sana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andai akhirnya&lt;br /&gt;kau tak juga kembali&lt;br /&gt;aku tetap sendiri&lt;br /&gt;menjaga hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yovie Dan Nuno - Menjaga Hati&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A bloody good song. Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-2707333420965669904?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2707333420965669904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=2707333420965669904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/2707333420965669904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/2707333420965669904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/08/menjaga-hati.html' title='Menjaga Hati'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-7048320190186203943</id><published>2008-08-08T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T05:50:27.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blissful As Can Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha, don't mind the title, I have no idea what to write for my title. Well here's the update that you want, longkang kia. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;July 29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School was okay today and boring as usual. Just the same old. We tried to skip Morale class but then Pn. Indra sent people to come and check on us. She didn't use the Media Room but instead conduct her 'lesson' in 5 Pintar and we were in 5 Terampil. And we were making a lot of noise so its no wonder she called people o come and check on us. Cheh. That 5 Pintar class is too small to accommodate (sp?) so many of us la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During History, I walked around the whole Form 5 block just to skip answering questions. At first, I went to the toilet then I came back to class and they told me that it's still not my turn so I just turned around and walked out of class. Pn. Hooi didn't even notice, I tell you. Too absorb in teaching edi la. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After school, Serene, Izue and I went to Grace's car and wait till there's no car leaving the school. Grace dropped me at my house for me to change then she drove us all the way to Queens. Izue wasn't in the car that time. She went back for her tuition first. Met up with Spencer in Borders. In case your wondering, Spencer is Serene's boyfriend. He came all the way down from KL just to see her. So sweet la those two. XD Too bad I only took one picture of them. After that, we went to Paddington House of Pancakes for a bite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's Serene and Spencer. XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SJw84cVQlOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8qV77klpMIs/s1600-h/DSC06578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232123807473374434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SJw84cVQlOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8qV77klpMIs/s320/DSC06578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After a while, Spencer's friends, Bright and Kai Soon ( I think that his name) joined us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That Bright said I looked like an 11 year old. What the... But never mind la, it means I won't look my age when I grow older. Muahaha! But then, I'm not the only one with the kiddish looks. Bright looks like a kid too and he claims that I was getting back at him for saying that I look like an 11 year. Tch tch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Serene and Spencer went maksiat-ing and I'm left behind with Bright and Kai Soon. So we went to the kid's arcade in Jusco to play Space Hockey or whatever you call that thing with two 'sticks' on the table with a flat disc which you hit using those 'sticks' while, uh, gliding the 'sticks' on the table. XD I don't know what the hell I just wrote. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kai Soon played against Bright in the first and second round then Bright challenged me. Muahaha I BEAT him 7-2. Sad thing that he lost all 3 rounds. =P Then those two went to play the drums game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SJw-U3qwntI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vv9PQl2daIY/s1600-h/DSC06579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232125395359276754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SJw-U3qwntI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vv9PQl2daIY/s320/DSC06579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went to Borders after that and we spend our time there, waiting for the two love birds to finish maksiat-ing. I tell you, it's so &lt;strong&gt;BLOODY COLD &lt;/strong&gt;till I was practically shivering all over. No kidding man. Mr and Mrs. Martin came to Borders around 5 and Serene and I left Queens after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, I know my post is boring. I'm not really in the mood to blog la. No mood for anything nowadays. Sheesh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That'd be all for now. When I feel like it, I'll blog on my birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's a little video I created. Heheh. Watch it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2f6bb120378ffa21" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f6bb120378ffa21%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284680%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EDE7A9294B32FA0756E7BC5238C3E6ACE830351.83AE2EE29FE9E631ABB024931B41F518B861BFA1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f6bb120378ffa21%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9YxVCVYCf0D6y8jICHNhzLDZkrA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f6bb120378ffa21%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284680%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EDE7A9294B32FA0756E7BC5238C3E6ACE830351.83AE2EE29FE9E631ABB024931B41F518B861BFA1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f6bb120378ffa21%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9YxVCVYCf0D6y8jICHNhzLDZkrA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;And bring on the thunder&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-7048320190186203943?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2f6bb120378ffa21&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7048320190186203943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=7048320190186203943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7048320190186203943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7048320190186203943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/08/blissful-as-can-be.html' title='Blissful As Can Be'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SJw84cVQlOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8qV77klpMIs/s72-c/DSC06578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-106136414242608726</id><published>2008-07-28T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:25:16.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even If</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the sun doesn't shine&lt;br /&gt;When the moon runs and hide&lt;br /&gt;When the shadows cover the ground&lt;br /&gt;You are still the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the sun refuses to shine&lt;br /&gt;Even if the moon was to run and hide&lt;br /&gt;Even if the shadows covered the ground&lt;br /&gt;Even if the pathways couldn't be found&lt;br /&gt;Even if my eyes failed to see the way&lt;br /&gt;This is the testimony I would say&lt;br /&gt;That you have always brought me through the night&lt;br /&gt;You are still the love of my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-106136414242608726?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106136414242608726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=106136414242608726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/106136414242608726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/106136414242608726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/07/even-if.html' title='Even If'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-5106219484539422023</id><published>2008-07-26T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T07:30:40.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday School; Fuc-TOOT-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe that I woke up in time to go to school today since I came home pretty late last night. Heheh, I went out to &lt;em&gt;kai kai&lt;/em&gt; again. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That Celia want to kena from me edi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said she &lt;strong&gt;WILL BE IN SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her bayang pun tak nampak. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, we only had like 2 hours of lessons today which is History and Chemistry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Zingwei, no I'm not trying to bodek Ms. Koay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bukan pembodek. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ate in class in front of Pn. Ivy since she's not teaching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best thing bout this teacher is that she can close one eye when it comes to certain things like this. Come on la, eating in class is something triffle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not like it's a big sin or something, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Pn. Ivy even ate in class with us. Muahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Biology was bloody stupid and retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SLEEPY VOICE WAS NOT IN SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Evonne buat business in school and Izni became the speaker/presenter for the clothes that Evonne is selling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, I taught the class bad words, &lt;em&gt;stuffs&lt;/em&gt;. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh, it's related to Bio you know coz we're learning Reproduction and Growth now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, I looked up fellatio for them to learn up. Heheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Evonne put in the CD-Rom that Sleepy Voice use to teach us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That girl ar, fuiyoh, her brains ar, not that innocent I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Putting all gila answers for the questions all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tch tch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Izni kena, Mallisah kena, Adele pun kena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean for the names she put in the answers she created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The question goes like this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Why is sexual reproduction important?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or something like that, I can't really remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that girl type in something that goes like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'So that Izni can continue her genetic -something something- with N****' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I tak ingat edi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was busy talking. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah that's about it la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, I'm too bloody lazy to write bout Speech Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-5106219484539422023?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5106219484539422023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=5106219484539422023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5106219484539422023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5106219484539422023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-school-fuc-toot.html' title='Saturday School; Fuc-TOOT-'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-7459023642832913009</id><published>2008-07-25T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:05:22.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not in the mood to blog so I'mma post up lyrics to two of my current favourite songs right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahmir - Come Back Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in pain, but I understand the things you're trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;So if its too late and I can't create a way to fix my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on my way to another state I won't stay another day.&lt;br /&gt;Just say the word and I'll be on my curb (I think)&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's all that I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want nobody else but you.&lt;br /&gt;Won't settle for somebody new.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna live this life without you.&lt;br /&gt;I need you here with me right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever wanted something so bad that you just can't have??&lt;br /&gt;You ever needed that one thing that's not in your grasp.&lt;br /&gt;It's you that I'm wanting and needing like that.&lt;br /&gt;So baby do me this favor and come right on back to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my own, I'm not feeling strong, and I'm gonna stay alone.&lt;br /&gt;Cause moving on is not what I want, the thought of it feels so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I call your phone, your never home and I'm tired of that ring back tone.&lt;br /&gt;Just speak to me so I can live the dream of being back in ur arms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want nobody else but you.&lt;br /&gt;Won't settle for somebody new.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna live this life without you.&lt;br /&gt;I need you here with me right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever wanted something so bad that you just can't have??&lt;br /&gt;You ever needed that one thing that's not in your grasp.&lt;br /&gt;It's you that I'm wanting and needing like that.&lt;br /&gt;So baby do me this favor and come right on back to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wanted something so bad&lt;br /&gt;Ever needed something not in your grasp&lt;br /&gt;It's you that I'm wanting like that&lt;br /&gt;So do me this favor...&lt;br /&gt;Ever wanted somerthing so bad ((said I want you))&lt;br /&gt;Ever needed something not in your grasp (oooh oooh oooh))&lt;br /&gt;It's you that I'm wanting like that ((like that))&lt;br /&gt;So do me this favor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby do me this favor and come right on back to me&lt;br /&gt;You ever wanted something so bad that you just can't have??&lt;br /&gt;You ever needed that one thing that's not in your grasp??&lt;br /&gt;It's you that I'm wanting and needing like that.&lt;br /&gt;So baby do me this favor and come right on back to me..&lt;br /&gt;Come right on back, come right on back to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usher - His Mistakes (I Can't Win)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I remind you of the pain&lt;br /&gt;That he put you through, girl&lt;br /&gt;Is that the reason I’m to blame&lt;br /&gt;Before I do it…&lt;br /&gt;Is it because he, treated you so badly&lt;br /&gt;I always stand accused&lt;br /&gt;Protecting yourself, from somebody else&lt;br /&gt;I’m not who’s hurting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s killing me girl you compare me to him&lt;br /&gt;Always guilty before the sin&lt;br /&gt;I can’t win, I can’t win&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do anything to prove I love you&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl would I refuse to&lt;br /&gt;Pay for something I didn’t do&lt;br /&gt;I love you, girl&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to stay&lt;br /&gt;Paying for his mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left a scar across your heart&lt;br /&gt;I understand, girl&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let his wrongs tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl I’m your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because he did&lt;br /&gt;You swear I’m cheating&lt;br /&gt;You think I just don’t care&lt;br /&gt;Why must I do time&lt;br /&gt;For another man’s crime&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know that aint fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s killing me girl you compare me to him&lt;br /&gt;Always guilty before the sin&lt;br /&gt;I can’t win, I can’t win&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do anything to prove I love you&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl would I refuse to&lt;br /&gt;Pay for something I didn’t do&lt;br /&gt;I love you, girl&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to stay&lt;br /&gt;Paying for his mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he did you wrong&lt;br /&gt;But tell me what does that have to do with me&lt;br /&gt;Trying to show you something real&lt;br /&gt;Figure out what is going on&lt;br /&gt;Before you look up and I’ll be gone..&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do anything to prove I love you&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl but I refuse&lt;br /&gt;To pay for something I didn’t do, girl&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do anything to prove I love you&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl but I refuse&lt;br /&gt;To pay for something I didn’t do, no&lt;br /&gt;I love you, girl&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to stay&lt;br /&gt;Paying for his mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-7459023642832913009?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7459023642832913009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=7459023642832913009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7459023642832913009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7459023642832913009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-in-mood-to-blog-so-imma-post-up.html' title='Blah...'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-5961902947450289683</id><published>2008-07-24T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:01:37.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates; Whoopee! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;July 22nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene S.T. and I went to Prangin to watch a movie. I waited for the stupid Rapid bus to come for around one and a half hours and still no sign of that &lt;em&gt;BLOODY&lt;/em&gt; bus. Konon la, they improve the bus service. My ass la. I could have waited longer but Serene's already in Prangin so I had to call a taxi instead. RM15 gone just like that. A big &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt; to the Rapid buses la. Bloody fuck =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Prangin around 4.45pm then Serene and I went to this restaurant called TaiHe to eat. I ordered something called Cheese Chicken Baked Rice and damn! It tastes just like heaven man! It's seriously that nice and even the tomyam is just FUIYOH!! Spicy and sour, just the way I like it. Haha. Oh yeah, the food's cheap too. Good food that's cheap =D The no. 1 place to dine for cheapskates like me. Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our meal, we went up to the cinema to buy tickets for Kuntilanak 3. We were the only ones who bought the tickets for that movie. YAY! A whole cinema to ourselves and we're watching a horror movie. XD Since the movie will only start 25 minutes later, we walked around. There are many shops on sale but then the clothes in Prangin are not to my liking anymore. It's uh, kinda lala-ish. I tak suka. We went to Eikojia to look for earrings and I saw spikes there. I thought that those spikes wouldn't fit my wrist, considering the skinny ass that I am and mana tau, it fits! For the first time, I finally managed to find a bracelet that fits my wrist. WHOOP WHOOP! Xin Yi will be so jealous. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIiCsRXpdGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9scPRlch2ZU/s1600-h/DSC06533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226571064651904098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIiCsRXpdGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9scPRlch2ZU/s320/DSC06533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to the cinema after a while coz Serene wants to use the toilet. That bloody idiot bloody switched off the lights while I was walking out from the toilet. Idiot, so dark la. Dah la, that toilet looks so eerie edi, some more want to switch off the lights. I must have looked like an idiot while trying to swing open the almost closing door and running out from the toilet. Tch tch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought the thought of having the whole cinema to yourself is fun to think of at first, we chickened out when we look inside the cinema from the outside. Suddenly, the cinema just looked so big and dark (well, duh, it's suppose to be dark), not to mention scary. Lucky for us, we weren't the only ones in the cinema. A Malay couple was behind us when we were looking inside the cinema and only then, we were brave enough to enter the cinema. Lmao. Serene and I were the only ones screaming and screaming our heads off. Well, she screamed and as for me, it sounds more like a whimper. Haha. Didn't manage to watch the movie clearly as my hands was constantly on my face. Serene lagi hebat, hide behind her bag. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like horror movies, Kuntilanak 3 os highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;July 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's just blah-ish these days. Sometimes I just don't like going to school, just wanna skip and skip and skip. If it weren't because I'm having SPM this year, I would have skipped like nobody's business just like last yeart, right after the end of term exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside, Mr. Koay will make a good priest with his &lt;em&gt;"Thou shall not"&lt;/em&gt;s. XD His latest &lt;em&gt;"Thou shall not"&lt;/em&gt;s are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thou shall not influence your teacher to do bad things that are not lawful"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thou shall not CONTAMINATE your teacher!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny la that teacher. So much better than that Sleepy Voice, no sense of humour at all. Tch tch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, Kaan gave a speech. Haha a very stupid speech. Here's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayathiri and Prashan were in front in the class holding up the banner that they used for the Teacher's Day dance. Kaan came in front, looking all formal and she gave this speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya sebagai Menteri Besar Pulau Pinang ingin mengucap sedikit sebanyak tentang...( I don't know what she said here, her voice was too soft). 5 Mahir telah mencapai tahap yang paling terendah sekali! Anda sepatutnya berbangga terhadap pencapaian ini. Saya mengharapkan bahawa kalian terus akan - (someone was talking) Masa saya cakap, kamu pun cakap. (She paused for a while before continuing) Untuk mendapat kejayaan ini, saya tahu kalian sangat-sangat - (Florence came in and talked to Prashan) Eh, siapa ini! ( She waited for Florence to leave before continuing again) Susah sekali untuk mencapai kejayaan ini. Semua orang menghadap ke depan, kalian semua menghadap ke belakang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't know what she said coz it was too noisy edi but I know it was something bout 'jamban'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tch tch that girl ar, very pandai at this type of things la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my birthday is coming up and me mummy is coming home too. YAY-ness.&lt;br /&gt;What I want for my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;JACK DANIELS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIVAS REGAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARGARITA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in dire need of liquor. Blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stupid father of mine better get me a laptop or I'll set his house on fire. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song from my current favourite band, Armor for Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Armor for Sleep - Somebody Else's Arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw you laughing aloud to your friends when I was across the room, &lt;br /&gt;I was across the room.&lt;br /&gt;I sick of standing alone when you’re here. &lt;br /&gt;Who’s good enough for you? &lt;br /&gt;Who’s good enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s only love it’s not real anyways.&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna die in somebody else’s arms&lt;br /&gt;And I have to live with that.&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna die in somebody else’s arms&lt;br /&gt;And I have to live with that.&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you have a good life, hope you have a good life.&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you have a good life, hope you have a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll say "Send me a card when you can, to where you think you should be."&lt;br /&gt;Are where you think you should be?&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, you’re missing the boat and I’m gone. &lt;br /&gt;Call me when you come around.&lt;br /&gt;Will you call me when you come around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s only love it’s not real anyways.&lt;br /&gt;It’s only love, it’s not real.&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna die in somebody else’s arms,&lt;br /&gt;And I have to live with that.&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna die in somebody else’s arms,&lt;br /&gt;And I have to live with that.&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you have a good life, hope you have a good life.&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you have a good life, hope you have a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be happy to see you happy, if it’s with me or without me around.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be happy to see you happy, if it’s with me or without me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s too much, too much I know I’ll never say.&lt;br /&gt;Please take me back, please take me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you’re gonna die in somebody else’s arms,&lt;br /&gt;And I have to live with that.&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna die in somebody else’s arms,&lt;br /&gt;And I have to live with that. (I have to live)&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you have a good life, hope you have a good life. [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-5961902947450289683?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5961902947450289683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=5961902947450289683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5961902947450289683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5961902947450289683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates-whoopee-xd.html' title='Updates; Whoopee! XD'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIiCsRXpdGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9scPRlch2ZU/s72-c/DSC06533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-6376958795453865470</id><published>2008-07-21T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:56:36.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confesiones de un corazón roto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Días van y vienen,&lt;br /&gt;Mis sentimientos por ti siguen siendo los mismos,&lt;br /&gt;Amando usted sólo romper mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Yo sé, pero aún sigue su&lt;br /&gt;tan difícil de soltar el&lt;br /&gt;recuerdos que todavía me atormenta,&lt;br /&gt;Usted le gusta y yo sólo&lt;br /&gt;tener que estar atento usted le gusta,&lt;br /&gt;Leer todos esas notas de amor&lt;br /&gt;que usted escribió para él,&lt;br /&gt;Decir de cómo se le pierda&lt;br /&gt;y la necesidad para que él,&lt;br /&gt;Es la misma para mí que usted,&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo irónico puede ser esto?&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez sólo estoy en mejor situación&lt;br /&gt;a pie de este,&lt;br /&gt;Coz no quiero escuchar&lt;br /&gt;rompiendo mi corazón en una&lt;br /&gt;mil piezas de nuevo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs of the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stevie Hoang - Addicted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marcos Hernandez - The Way I Do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still bloody love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't wanna want you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need you so bad,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna wake up,&lt;br /&gt;And find that I was falling so fast,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need you,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need anyone,&lt;br /&gt;Now look what you've done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't go on without you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked, I can't fake it,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not that strong without you,&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you the way I do,&lt;br /&gt;Way I do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-6376958795453865470?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6376958795453865470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=6376958795453865470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/6376958795453865470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/6376958795453865470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/07/confesiones-de-un-corazn-roto.html' title='Confesiones de un corazón roto'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-8163685025193569896</id><published>2008-07-19T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:21:23.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Bands in My Miserable Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm bored so I'll just post up a list of the bands that I like. Current favourites is more like it. XD&lt;br /&gt;Before I start writing bout my favourite bands, here's what happen yesterday in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, my mood really tak bagus nowadays la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it's no wonder that I lose my temper so bloody easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During Bio, I quarrelled with Sleepy Voice. Yes, I yelled at her. Been dying to do that since like 6 months ago. &lt;em&gt;Blah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's what happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Celia was writing something on the invitation 'card' that Sheline( and Eline) gave out. Then that Sleepy Voice saw her writing and she stopped teaching and started asking questions. First she asked Laureene what's the paper about. She kept quiet, not sure on how to answer her. Then Kaan said it's Sheline and Eline's birthday invitation. Sleepy Voice turned and gave them THE look and started asking them stupid questions. =.= I was already starting to feel pissed off coz of the way she looked and talked to the twins la. I mean what's her problem with them la?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, she asked Celia what she was writing on the paper and that's where I jumped in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sleepy Voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Celia, what are you writing on the paper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Teacher, she was writing Bio notes on the paper la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What! She was not writing Bio notes. I saw her writing on the yellow paper. How dare you say that she wrote Bio notes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yeah la! She wrote notes ON the YELLOW PAPER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shauni, you shouldn't be involved in this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Whatever...*turns and glares at the table*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't give me that look! I don't like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*turns and glare at Sleepy Voice*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That's rebellion you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fine then, I shall smile at you then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I really did smiled at her. =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then she continued nagging and nagging. &lt;em&gt;Simbeguenca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that's what happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moving on to my Top 10 list then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 10 Bands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHfx3ZvYJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8hTJIze3OqI/s1600-h/paramore_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224703090504982674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHfx3ZvYJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8hTJIze3OqI/s320/paramore_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paramore is one the best bands around! Hands down! Haha and there's Hayley Williams in it too *winks winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Amber Pacific&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHgqur2f2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KNDdQoFd8ZY/s1600-h/amberweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224704067417571170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHgqur2f2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KNDdQoFd8ZY/s320/amberweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heck! Amber Pacific is one heckuva great all-guys band. XD Check them out and you won't regret it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHho_q3chI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2zhGcaZrxaY/s1600-h/Poster_2383_31921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224705137128731154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHho_q3chI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2zhGcaZrxaY/s320/Poster_2383_31921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not a bad band, seriously. Bloody in love with their Seventeen Ain't So Sweet. Very meaningful song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Lostprophets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHiQZtlNOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ggfBMh8fRQY/s1600-h/Lostprophets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224705814134338786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHiQZtlNOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ggfBMh8fRQY/s320/Lostprophets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why I like this band? The lead singer banyak cool la. LMAO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondhand Serenade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHi_bEOnUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RUE8UpNZtug/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224706621951614274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHi_bEOnUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RUE8UpNZtug/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This band has the best acoustic songs around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. The Veronicas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHkSLJN-iI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wkmV2jgxwPg/s1600-h/400veroniccas01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224708043606719010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHkSLJN-iI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wkmV2jgxwPg/s320/400veroniccas01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, they ARE a band. Haha. Hot, hot. Sizzling HOT. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Faber Drive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHlBwDVBLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dMs9u53aL80/s1600-h/faber+drive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224708860967978162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHlBwDVBLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dMs9u53aL80/s320/faber+drive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A band worth checking out too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Sum 41&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHmjzcg1CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gYp9aXDwPyY/s1600-h/sum41_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224710545506096162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHmjzcg1CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gYp9aXDwPyY/s320/sum41_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My all-time favourite band =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Daughtry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHn1ehEkxI/AAAAAAAAAII/bn1e2cxvcPk/s1600-h/daughtry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224711948637344530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHn1ehEkxI/AAAAAAAAAII/bn1e2cxvcPk/s320/daughtry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been a Daughtry fan ever since I heard It's Not Over. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. The Summer Obsession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHosrObCPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bt7eNjws72s/s1600-h/z77202186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224712896941590770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHosrObCPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bt7eNjws72s/s320/z77202186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you listen to almost all the bands listed here, you'll surely love The Summer Obsession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right, that's about all I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I end, here's a birthday shoutout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHELINE AND ELINE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a little lazy to go search for their pics in Friendster. Yes, I know I'm lazy. Sue me =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIIUC1ovMYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7zFMr5yVTTQ/s1600-h/DSC06456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224760556693434754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIIUC1ovMYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7zFMr5yVTTQ/s320/DSC06456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm such a genius =.= Faceless. Cheh. Besides that,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've gotta stop being emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-8163685025193569896?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8163685025193569896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=8163685025193569896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8163685025193569896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/8163685025193569896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-10-bands-in-my-miserable-life.html' title='Top 10 Bands in My Miserable Life'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SIHfx3ZvYJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8hTJIze3OqI/s72-c/paramore_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-5687080959512352494</id><published>2008-07-17T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T05:14:20.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerts; AHHH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn! It sucks to live in Penang sometimes. GRR! You know why? The most happening concerts and gigs are mostly in KL!! Damn it yo! And I &lt;strong&gt;WANT &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; to go to MTV Asia Award!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JARED LETO IS HOSTING MAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SH9jikNsslI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8X0mAd_o2fI/s1600-h/jared-leto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224003538260898386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SH9jikNsslI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8X0mAd_o2fI/s320/jared-leto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look, look, the frontman of 30 Seconds to Mars, the &lt;strong&gt;ONE AND ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; Jared Leto, baby! XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I'm acting crazy but who cares!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotta reload my phone and start calling hit.fm for those mosh pit passes or however you spell them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not only that, Daughtry, One Republic, Leona Lewis and I don't know who else will be there. &lt;em&gt;Damn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, enough of MAA. Here a list of concerts to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Artistry - July 19th &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feat. Flo Rida, DJ Vandal, Popshuvit, Machi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sony Ericsson Traffic Jam - July 26th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feat. Daughtry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MTV Asia Awards - August 2nd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feat. &lt;em&gt;A LOT OF ARTISTES &lt;/em&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Panic! At The Disco - August 5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And for a little local flavour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Campur Chart Goes Live Tour 4 - July 26th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venue: Carmen Bistro, City Bayview Hotel, Penang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bands Performing: Love Me Butch, The Otherside Orchestra, purevibracion, Bittersweet, Deja Voodoo Spells and One Buck Short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best thing about this is that &lt;strong&gt;admission is free! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for once, a local gig is held in Penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tch tch, Altered Frequency or Frequency Canon or maybe Estranged should perform here in Penang too. Tch tch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess, that's about it for today. And, you fellas better pray for me to win those MAA passes! Lmao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-5687080959512352494?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5687080959512352494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=5687080959512352494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5687080959512352494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/5687080959512352494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/07/concerts-ahhh.html' title='Concerts; AHHH!!'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SH9jikNsslI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8X0mAd_o2fI/s72-c/jared-leto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-7055501779911833581</id><published>2008-07-09T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:05:25.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Skills Gone Down The Drain; Kill Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried my hand at writing a poem after such a long time and sad to say, I've lost my skill!! GOD! Not like what I'll usually write. It sucks and it makes no sense. &lt;em&gt;To me it doesn't makes any sense la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well you be the judge then. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wished I've gotten over you in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the year before we got together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I wouldn't have to pick up the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pieces that are broken once again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I am still very much captivated &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by you; that's my confession,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive me for pushing you away at time; know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I'm afraid to fall like I did before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Constantly I've been thinking; wondering if I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should move on or wait like a fool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or maybe, just maybe it's time to close these &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;open arms; walk away from this mess I've choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to fall into,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget about 'us'; there's only 'you' and 'me' now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blah. It sucks I know. I've lost my touch. Ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xX Shaun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399657069298291880-7055501779911833581?l=sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7055501779911833581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399657069298291880&amp;postID=7055501779911833581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7055501779911833581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399657069298291880/posts/default/7055501779911833581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorrowfulbeing.blogspot.com/2008/07/writing-skills-gone-down-drain-kill-me.html' title='Writing Skills Gone Down The Drain; Kill Me'/><author><name>Shaun K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472996281478995665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399657069298291880.post-7797183189113279108</id><published>2008-07-06T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T07:05:37.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse of Melody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I absolutely hate having tuitions on Saturday! Coz I can't bloody go out for the whole day. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, Wee Na dropped Xin Yi and I at my house then we went to wait for the bus going to Gurney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SHDCSXsMgFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yyk08WeUWTk/s1600-h/DSCF2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219885588975222866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SHDCSXsMgFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yyk08WeUWTk/s320/DSCF2576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xin Yi chiak pa boh su cho. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Gurney, Grace messaged Xin Yi that she's going to the SGGS concert. Thank God! &lt;strong&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;/strong&gt; We walked around, looking for prom clothes. Can't find anything suitable though. After that, we went to Tower Records and spent almost an hour there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what we crazy buckos did? We&lt;strong&gt; WALKED &lt;/strong&gt;from Gurney to SGGS. Yes, we &lt;strong&gt;BLOODY WALKED &lt;/strong&gt;from Gurney to SGGS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zl2ShyZsruE/SH
