<?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-38814215</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:11:03.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm moving on.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38814215.post-995749875680092302</id><published>2009-02-19T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:39:06.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucked up</title><content type='html'>Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- is the shit that you never wanted&lt;br /&gt;- is the group of people that doesn't understand what you're really feeling&lt;br /&gt;-is the group of people that doesn't try to know what you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;- is what I wish I never had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-995749875680092302?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/995749875680092302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=995749875680092302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/995749875680092302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/995749875680092302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-is-shit-that-you-never-wanted-is.html' title='fucked up'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-5549646469604291388</id><published>2009-02-18T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:19:25.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winx Club</title><content type='html'>I typed "www.youtube.com" and clicked enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it was in "Recommended For You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears rolled down my cheeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-5549646469604291388?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5549646469604291388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=5549646469604291388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/5549646469604291388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/5549646469604291388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/winx-club.html' title='Winx Club'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-4199538603917336614</id><published>2009-02-13T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:06:27.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F-ed up</title><content type='html'>Frankly, I think it's so totally unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were never given a chance to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think given a chance, I could outperform the girls in PR. Whoever said girls do better in PR. I'll make sure he'll regret the choice he made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-4199538603917336614?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4199538603917336614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=4199538603917336614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/4199538603917336614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/4199538603917336614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/f-ed-up.html' title='F-ed up'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-8873737382404681709</id><published>2009-02-12T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:21:26.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally understand</title><content type='html'>I finally realised why that day it felt so good to have someone hold my hand and to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' it's been such a long time since I've found some security in someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-8873737382404681709?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8873737382404681709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=8873737382404681709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/8873737382404681709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/8873737382404681709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-finally-understand.html' title='I finally understand'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-4357206569818772797</id><published>2009-02-10T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:26:16.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of all this shit. Really tired.</title><content type='html'>In recent times, I've been becoming more and more tired of life. The people I once thought was important in my life are slowly fading away. Memories of them are mostly bad ones now. I can't ever recall good ones anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this how people become sucidal? Cos' many a times I wonder why people jump, etc to end their lives when life has so much in-stored for them. But now, I feel their agonising pain. I feel them. And I can tell it's unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me, wow, your parents sure love you a lot. Bullshit. I think they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me, wow, you sure got great friends that you can rely on. Bullshit. Cos' I think they can't even see through the mask I've put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me, you have got a lot to live for. Bullshit. Tell me first then, what is your definition of "a lot"? I bet you can't even name 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me, but sucide is just stupid. Bullshit. I think it can really take away all the pain right now, instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me, anything but suicide. I can't find a better plan right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say, goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-4357206569818772797?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4357206569818772797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=4357206569818772797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/4357206569818772797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/4357206569818772797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/tired-of-all-this-shit-really-tired.html' title='Tired of all this shit. Really tired.'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-1449465234332303693</id><published>2009-02-08T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:20:21.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah.</title><content type='html'>I am pretty confused at this point of time. But it felt nice to have someone by your side. I don't know. I'm really really confused. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-1449465234332303693?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1449465234332303693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=1449465234332303693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/1449465234332303693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/1449465234332303693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/woah.html' title='Woah.'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-1939702896026006028</id><published>2009-02-06T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:23:32.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon me</title><content type='html'>Cos' I was wrong. You know what I always said about friends being there for you always? That was bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say now, in this life, believe in yourself and only yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-1939702896026006028?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1939702896026006028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=1939702896026006028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/1939702896026006028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/1939702896026006028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/pardon-me.html' title='Pardon me'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-4083602240313900734</id><published>2009-02-06T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:51:58.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>We are friends no more. I'm gonna start on a new journey. Alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-4083602240313900734?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4083602240313900734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=4083602240313900734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/4083602240313900734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/4083602240313900734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/aunt-agony.html' title='You'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-4566216463693877028</id><published>2009-01-29T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:30:36.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In total surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have so many things on my mind, it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-4566216463693877028?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4566216463693877028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=4566216463693877028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/4566216463693877028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/4566216463693877028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-total-surrender.html' title='In total surrender'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-2610219141130281451</id><published>2009-01-29T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:39:11.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cycle</title><content type='html'>I'm right here again, where I used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-2610219141130281451?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2610219141130281451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=2610219141130281451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/2610219141130281451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/2610219141130281451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/cycle.html' title='The Cycle'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-180871051430272681</id><published>2009-01-20T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:07:25.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick and stones may break my bones, but words can bring a person down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ometimes we put up a strong front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;However, beneath the facade, therein lies the bleeding heart, wounded and battered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But no one understands the hurt, the excruciating pain that words can barely even describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No one but yourself.&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/38814215-180871051430272681?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/180871051430272681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=180871051430272681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/180871051430272681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/180871051430272681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/stick-and-stones-may-break-my-bones-but.html' title='Stick and stones may break my bones, but words can bring a person down.'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-923547741451411358</id><published>2008-12-06T17:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:29:12.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time doesn't heal it all.</title><content type='html'>Time is the wise old sage&lt;br /&gt;and the wrinkling of a young face, with old age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is the span of life we live&lt;br /&gt;and the birth of Adam and Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is the destroyer&lt;br /&gt;and the maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is the path we trod on in the journey of life&lt;br /&gt;and the thief of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is never a winnable fight&lt;br /&gt;and slowly in old age dims our sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is the provider of work to Death&lt;br /&gt;and is the breath of a newborn on Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is the cupid that brought us together&lt;br /&gt;and is the change I saw in me and her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Time is cruel&lt;br /&gt;for it refuses to heal the heart that bled love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;The same love I once had for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-923547741451411358?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/923547741451411358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=923547741451411358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/923547741451411358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/923547741451411358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-doesnt-heal-it-all.html' title='Time doesn&apos;t heal it all.'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-1543443941895945478</id><published>2008-11-17T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:41:37.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I would love to but I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cos'  I don't know what to believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/38814215-1543443941895945478?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1543443941895945478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=1543443941895945478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/1543443941895945478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/1543443941895945478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-6804402834695347399</id><published>2008-11-08T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:53:25.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josephine Erh Wan Qi                   (1990-Present)</title><content type='html'>Today marks a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,verdana,helvetica;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#784825;"&gt;The first electric lamps were placed in trains on the Chicago and North      Western's Overland Limited, which ran from Chicago to California, 1906&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, I don't know what significance this had on the world but oh well, if the internet says it's significant then it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, on this day, someone who would later in her life create her trademark scolding "Kaopeh kaopeh!" was born too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 years down the road in her life, she met Shawn. He is thankful to God for letting him meet such a good friend. But sometimes, he hates her. Times when she becomes wolveri-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, Shawn laughs at her alot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Jo. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-6804402834695347399?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6804402834695347399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=6804402834695347399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/6804402834695347399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/6804402834695347399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/josephine-erh-wan-qi-1990-present.html' title='Josephine Erh Wan Qi                   (1990-Present)'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-1874855878510317977</id><published>2008-10-25T01:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:45:25.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trace "Hello World!"</title><content type='html'>The world has so much to offer. We just don't realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Earthworms have   five hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Urban birds have developed a short, fast "rap style" of   singing, different from their rural counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every day is about   55 billionths of a second longer than the day before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scuba divers   cannot pass gas at depths of 33 feet or below&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eating a packet of crisps a day is equivalent to drinking   five liters of cooking oil a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music can help reduce chronic pain by more than 20% and   can alleviate depression by up to 25%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The egg came first. (before the chicken. I swear this is true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A "lost world" exists in the Indonesian jungle that is   home to dozens of hitherto unknown animal and plant species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Men with a certain   rare medical condition can breastfeed   babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a rare   condition called Exploding Head Syndrome which you have probably never heard   of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LASTLY, ALSO MY FAVOURITE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill Gates was born on 28 October! (HINT HINT HINT HINT HINT HINT HINT HINT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's so much to find out if you want. When I grow up, I really want to travel the world and experience as much as I can. That is, if i have enough MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One life. Live it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-1874855878510317977?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1874855878510317977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=1874855878510317977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/1874855878510317977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/1874855878510317977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/faith.html' title='trace &quot;Hello World!&quot;'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-5015331286596704079</id><published>2008-10-13T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:33:19.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cycle of life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you yearn for some thing so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet when you finally get it, it only breaks your heart in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall, 'cause you can't take the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this guy called Time, steps in to help you back up on your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you yearn for that same thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I call that thing Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-5015331286596704079?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5015331286596704079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=5015331286596704079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/5015331286596704079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/5015331286596704079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/cycle-of-life.html' title='The cycle of life'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-5874249435659757006</id><published>2008-10-03T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:59:19.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Cheng Hao                          1989 - Present</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, my friend! Feels like I've known you many^100000 years though it's been only a year plus. I still remember the orientation days when you and Josephine act as cousins to pon orientation. Tsktsk. Can't believe one year has passed just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been great having you around. Like seriously. I can't imagine surviving in class without guys like you, xianhan, josephine, blah blah. I mean like imagine a class full of Larrys. I'LL SERIOUSLY JUST DIE. so I thank God for people like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Happy Birthday, Chenghao. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok. Maybe not. I don't wanna be called gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-5874249435659757006?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5874249435659757006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=5874249435659757006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/5874249435659757006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/5874249435659757006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/ho-cheng-hao-1989-present.html' title='Ho Cheng Hao                          1989 - Present'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-3574880572719275732</id><published>2008-08-26T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:52:58.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tears of joy.</title><content type='html'>I wonder if you still remember the time what I said about the sun and the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-3574880572719275732?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3574880572719275732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=3574880572719275732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/3574880572719275732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/3574880572719275732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/tears-of-joy.html' title='The tears of joy.'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-5337298387957525761</id><published>2008-08-12T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:14:59.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insensitivity</title><content type='html'>You think we're always insensitive. I think it's more of you take things too hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-5337298387957525761?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5337298387957525761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=5337298387957525761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/5337298387957525761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/5337298387957525761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/insensitivity.html' title='Insensitivity'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-6010702592686329976</id><published>2008-08-06T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:38:35.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not forgotten.</title><content type='html'>I'm reminded of you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're doing alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you still do actually hold a part in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Hate myself for letting it past by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-6010702592686329976?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6010702592686329976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=6010702592686329976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/6010702592686329976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/6010702592686329976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-not-forgotten.html' title='You&apos;re not forgotten.'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-39114203966126923</id><published>2008-07-08T06:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T06:43:44.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A million apologies. But I guess even that is not enough.</title><content type='html'>I'm very sorry, Nat. I didn't meant for the post to hit back on you or anything. Like you, I was only expressing what i felt. But I guess maybe it was too harsh on you. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm very sorry. I don't mean to hurt with those words. I guess maybe apologies won't help now either but still, I guess I will still say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a great friend. We had awesome times as friends. Let's not dwell on this please. I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-39114203966126923?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/39114203966126923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=39114203966126923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/39114203966126923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/39114203966126923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/million-apologies-but-i-guess-even-that.html' title='A million apologies. But I guess even that is not enough.'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-434365700655611484</id><published>2008-07-07T04:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T04:22:57.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biased or is it?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to say. But somehow the sentence sounds pretty harsh to me. "Guys are insensitive jerks." It pretty much tells me how sensitive you are to guys too, doesn't it? I'm not trying to argue but I'm trying to make my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we might sometimes be insenstive (or maybe most of the time, I don't know), but at the end of the day, I know full well that we still try our best to help no matter what. And hey, we're not the only ones being insensitive too. I felt abit left out in the class too when I was with Cheryl. And it wasn't only the guys that made it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, when the wrong words surface, it is definitely not on purpose. I'm sure you guys know. Sometimes, we can feel it's gone too far. We'll apologise. And we're definitely not jerks. When we know we've gone too far, we'll stop. But most of the time, guys are not that sensitive. Trust me. Guys are the most retarded at being sensitive. You have to understand that too. Perhaps I guess if you aren't feeling great about some remarks we made, tell us. I'm very sure we'll apologise. We never do mean the sacarstic remarks we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we should look at it from both perspective. I know it was a rant. Some thing done to express your feelings. But perhaps it isn't very nice to only bring out the bad in us. I'm sure you guys had your wrongs too. Everybody makes mistakes. Not only guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a different perspective on everything. You just gotta understand what other's are feeling too. Not only yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. About the incident where Jo deleted all her files accidentally, I'm very sure XH and I didn't say anything about her being stupid and careless to delete them all. We knew how it felt to lose all your work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-434365700655611484?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/434365700655611484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=434365700655611484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/434365700655611484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/434365700655611484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/biased-or-is-it.html' title='Biased or is it?'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-4862495815143564865</id><published>2008-06-28T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:28:50.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back reluctantly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hello. I'm back from a long slumber. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tagged me. And keep bugging for me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SGUQ5qZT9dI/AAAAAAAAABg/UHqFJmKpVug/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SGUQ5qZT9dI/AAAAAAAAABg/UHqFJmKpVug/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216594326197630418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande"&gt;Rules of the game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs &amp;amp; replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Lets start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;It already happened. WHAT DO YOU THINK MY REACTION WILL BE? OVERJOYED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;USE YOUR BRAIN LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;#2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Erm. I personally don't think dreams come true. You have to work for what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;#3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In Bahamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dcnearlyweds.com/uploaded_images/BahamaBeachclub-737404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.dcnearlyweds.com/uploaded_images/BahamaBeachclub-737404.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(I know you want one there too now. Don't deny.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;#4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nope! I see my love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love you, Mary. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, by the way, Mary's my bed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I sleep ON her everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;#5. What’s your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I ain't got no ideal lover. Everyone has to have imperfections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;#6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Very good question. AHHA! This must be a trick question! Therefore I shall not answer it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;KAY UP TO THIS POINT, I'M REALLY DISSED WITH THIS TAG THING. IT'S BORING AND TAKING ALOT OF TIME FOR ME TO THINK UP OF AWESOME ANSWERS. THUS, FROM THE NEXT QUESTION THEREAFTER, I SHALL ANSWER BACK THE QUESTIONS WITH QUESTIONS. MAKES IT MORE EXCITING AND LESS BORING FOR ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;#7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What if the person is all along&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;right beside you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;#8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Would you be angry with the person that gives joy to the person whom you love so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  #9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do I look like I'm unhappy these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;#10.Who makes your day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How do you define&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;making someone's day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;#11. Is being tagged fun?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What do you think,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JOSEPHINE ERHHH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;#12. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Would the people around me now still be around for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" face="lucida grande"&gt;#13. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Most importantly, who are the ones that really matter in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" face="lucida grande"&gt;#14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" face="lucida grande"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Can she make up her freaking mind? (P.S.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Only SOME people will understand this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" face="lucida grande"&gt;#15. Would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" face="lucida grande"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Where's the choice to be UBER rich and HAPPILY married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" face="lucida grande"&gt;#16. What is the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you know that Shawn never wakes up naturally in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you seen how his mum kicks his butt out of bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;#17. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wouldn't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;#18. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you mentioned that the two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;people like you too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;#19. What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you see the guys I hang out in school with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20. What type of friends do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You call these people friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NOW. 5 people will have to do this too.&lt;br /&gt;they are...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" face="lucida grande"&gt;UNLUCKY NO.1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;JOSEPHINE ERH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" face="lucida grande"&gt;HOLY CRAP! NO.2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" face="lucida grande"&gt;ERH WAN QI&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" face="lucida grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" face="lucida grande"&gt;STUPID NO.3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" face="lucida grande"&gt; ERH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" face="lucida grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" face="lucida grande"&gt;SWAN NO.4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; JOJO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" face="lucida grande"&gt;(I'M BRAIN DEAD. THINK OF THIS ONE YOURSELF) NO.5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JACKASS JOSEPHINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, that's right Josephine! You have been tagged back by me. THERE IS NO RULE THAT I CANNOT TAG BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And the rules state THE PERSON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CANNOT REFUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now you have 5 more tags&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm officially out of brain juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I still do miss the times I had with you. No matter how much I deny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is Shawn signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/38814215-4862495815143564865?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4862495815143564865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=4862495815143564865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/4862495815143564865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/4862495815143564865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-reluctantly.html' title='Back reluctantly'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SGUQ5qZT9dI/AAAAAAAAABg/UHqFJmKpVug/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38814215.post-7954313776777707607</id><published>2008-06-08T02:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:57:47.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2am and the rain is falling. Here we are, at the crossroads once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It keeps playing. On and on.&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/38814215-7954313776777707607?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7954313776777707607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=7954313776777707607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/7954313776777707607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/7954313776777707607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/2am.html' title='2am'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-6467370324498584827</id><published>2008-05-30T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:42:34.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES BOSS. Here's your post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SD91oML7XMI/AAAAAAAAABY/M34ZyY2tsrQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SD91oML7XMI/AAAAAAAAABY/M34ZyY2tsrQ/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206009027590053058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes buddy/boss. This post is because you bugged me too, albeit reluctantly and lazily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been fine. Rather busy these few weeks. Like projects have been flying in and out like birds (Does that even makes sense?). I've been staying up late at night just complete all the shit. And I wasn't feeling comfortable or happy with my group either, which didn't exactly make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Let's talk about something else other than school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I've no life other than life in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw well. Still beats having a life of a cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Cos' tonight will be the night that I will fall for you. Over again.&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/38814215-6467370324498584827?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6467370324498584827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=6467370324498584827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/6467370324498584827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/6467370324498584827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/yes-boss-heres-your-post.html' title='YES BOSS. Here&apos;s your post!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SD91oML7XMI/AAAAAAAAABY/M34ZyY2tsrQ/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38814215.post-2211376037044333269</id><published>2008-05-18T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:07:17.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely friends you say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks guys. You guys make me so wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever considered how it would feel to tell someone "Oh, is anyone going? No one going ah? then I don't want go already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. That is so encouraging for the soul man. AM I NOT A PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think along the lines of "I think I'm too tired. I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;And then you ask "Why so tired today? What did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I didn't exactly do anything much today. I just feel very tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE WOW. I didn't know your body tires out so easily. Sorry, are you 4873563856 years old? CAUSE' I DON'T SEE HOW YOU CAN GET TIRED BY DOING NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks friends. You give me so many perfect excuses to give you guys now. I don't see why I should go for something that you guys want me to go when you don't even entertain me for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really aiming anyone. I don't mean to. It's just that I'm tired of getting all this answers all the time. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. It's so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm crying inside.&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/38814215-2211376037044333269?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2211376037044333269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=2211376037044333269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/2211376037044333269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/2211376037044333269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/lovely-friends-you-say.html' title='Lovely friends you say?'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-2020686442340190708</id><published>2008-05-15T02:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:08:55.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE LOVE LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SCs4T3R5ODI/AAAAAAAAABQ/EzTrtUyDlQk/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SCs4T3R5ODI/AAAAAAAAABQ/EzTrtUyDlQk/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200312108637042738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-2020686442340190708?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2020686442340190708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=2020686442340190708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/2020686442340190708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/2020686442340190708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-love-love.html' title='LOVE LOVE LOVE!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SCs4T3R5ODI/AAAAAAAAABQ/EzTrtUyDlQk/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38814215.post-9047371199815303863</id><published>2008-05-10T04:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T04:09:52.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressed for time, life issues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SCSvLjonjcI/AAAAAAAAABI/DBS8y9ap-kY/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SCSvLjonjcI/AAAAAAAAABI/DBS8y9ap-kY/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198472482971422146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't get why some people are so desperate to get a partner.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the single life.&lt;br /&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/38814215-9047371199815303863?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9047371199815303863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=9047371199815303863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/9047371199815303863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/9047371199815303863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/pressed-for-time-life-issues.html' title='Pressed for time, life issues.'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SCSvLjonjcI/AAAAAAAAABI/DBS8y9ap-kY/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38814215.post-8871410457262417341</id><published>2008-05-02T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:48:35.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SBn0HzgNRYI/AAAAAAAAABA/uHUCtwAswgI/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SBn0HzgNRYI/AAAAAAAAABA/uHUCtwAswgI/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195452060070135170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy happy! (:&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/38814215-8871410457262417341?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8871410457262417341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=8871410457262417341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/8871410457262417341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/8871410457262417341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/lala.html' title='LALA!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SBn0HzgNRYI/AAAAAAAAABA/uHUCtwAswgI/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38814215.post-2170770985427071143</id><published>2008-04-30T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T02:17:41.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All mixed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SBdl2jgNRXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VL48PlPujT8/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SBdl2jgNRXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VL48PlPujT8/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194732683112826226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed. It's Eric again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really? But I don't know. I'm confused.&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/38814215-2170770985427071143?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2170770985427071143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=2170770985427071143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/2170770985427071143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/2170770985427071143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-mixed-up.html' title='All mixed up'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SBdl2jgNRXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VL48PlPujT8/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38814215.post-3310298867013257761</id><published>2008-04-27T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:19:16.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With much heartfelt thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SBNjvTgNRWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dkbopMKzts4/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SBNjvTgNRWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dkbopMKzts4/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193604459628676450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the bottom of my heart, thanks. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/38814215-3310298867013257761?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3310298867013257761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=3310298867013257761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/3310298867013257761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/3310298867013257761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/with-much-heartfelt-thanks.html' title='With much heartfelt thanks'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SBNjvTgNRWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dkbopMKzts4/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38814215.post-2328322774020602369</id><published>2008-04-26T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T12:20:24.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're mistaken.</title><content type='html'>Oh. So you thought that was meant for you? Well, you thought wrong. And before you talk about how I have utterly no respect for you, make sure you don't accuse me wrongly. Cos' THIS WAY YOU HAVE NO RESPECT FOR ME. Think about the times you have wrongly accused me already. If that isn't enough to shame you for accusing me, I don't think you're human at all. So please check out facts before you talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why bother looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-2328322774020602369?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2328322774020602369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=2328322774020602369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/2328322774020602369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/2328322774020602369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/youre-mistaken.html' title='You&apos;re mistaken.'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-539183504532430499</id><published>2008-04-26T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T03:11:04.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAY TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later in the afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SBIsXjgNRVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/edaTU3dcYx0/s1600-h/balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SBIsXjgNRVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/edaTU3dcYx0/s320/balls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193262103490544978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean soccer balls, of course. See you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a new found love to pursue. You can go screw a cow or something.&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/38814215-539183504532430499?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/539183504532430499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=539183504532430499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/539183504532430499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/539183504532430499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/play-time.html' title='PLAY TIME'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SBIsXjgNRVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/edaTU3dcYx0/s72-c/balls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38814215.post-5432142349899383947</id><published>2008-04-25T08:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:53:31.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new man.</title><content type='html'>OKAY. Enough of emo shit. It only gets me down. No use crying over spilt milk. I was on a hiatus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/hespiria/hiatus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/hespiria/hiatus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm back! And now, I'm a much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://russelldavies.typepad.com/planning/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://russelldavies.typepad.com/planning/happy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happier boy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-5432142349899383947?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5432142349899383947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=5432142349899383947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/5432142349899383947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/5432142349899383947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-man.html' title='A new man.'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201390610529131049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38814215.post-7130498146518443914</id><published>2008-04-24T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:02:22.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My actions? What about yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SA9nlzgNRUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/d1VqyPao0ro/s1600-h/iloveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Gbg0UQHnks/SA9nlzgNRUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/d1VqyPao0ro/s320/iloveyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192482794559587650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whatever happened to this then? Have you gave a thought?&lt;br /&gt;Have you even looked at what you promised then on the sixth month. If you forgot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you said you braved tough times together with me. That was bullshit. You gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38814215-7130498146518443914?l=meetshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7130498146518443914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38814215&amp;postID=7130498146518443914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/7130498146518443914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38814215/posts/default/7130498146518443914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-actions-what-about-yours.html' title='My actions? 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