<?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-1876949401707081044</id><updated>2011-07-28T08:30:21.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joking and Dancing to the Edge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alistair Yeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01494519623954547909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/SSd5EhdFSsI/AAAAAAAAADI/rJuxh68C0DE/S220/15112008937.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876949401707081044.post-2295816736345982096</id><published>2009-08-19T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:28:33.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never ending..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" class="Poem" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;td class="Title" align="center"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;The Life Long Love&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ByLine" align="center"&gt;by &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt; &lt;td class="PoemText"&gt; When I saw her I knew,&lt;br /&gt;She had to be mine,&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes so blue,&lt;br /&gt;She smelled sweet as wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I had her in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I was truly glad,&lt;br /&gt;From her I never wanted to part,&lt;br /&gt;I knew being with her never made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, it happened . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky fell,&lt;br /&gt;The seas overflowed,&lt;br /&gt;Away went her beautiful smell,&lt;br /&gt;And my heart soon slowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If me and her were meant to be I don't know . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the feelings are still there,&lt;br /&gt;And when I see her my heart will still drop,&lt;br /&gt;If she left my life I could not bear,&lt;br /&gt;I know my love for her will never stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876949401707081044-2295816736345982096?l=azyjl92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/feeds/2295816736345982096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/2295816736345982096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/2295816736345982096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-ending.html' title='never ending..'/><author><name>Alistair Yeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01494519623954547909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/SSd5EhdFSsI/AAAAAAAAADI/rJuxh68C0DE/S220/15112008937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876949401707081044.post-2014387594416240903</id><published>2009-08-19T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:12:50.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no answers at all..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" class="Poem" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;td class="Title" align="center"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;No Answers&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ByLine" align="center"&gt;by &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cara Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt; &lt;td class="PoemText"&gt; I look to my fingers to write out some wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;I look up above to try and read the Kingdom,&lt;br /&gt;I look all around, in and out, even crawl through to see,&lt;br /&gt;But all I can find is there are no answers for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitant at first to admit my feelings inside,&lt;br /&gt;But as time went on, I could no longer hide.&lt;br /&gt;I fell, and fell hard, and had not one regret,&lt;br /&gt;When my heart found love, my mind was set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you were wonderful, too good to be true,&lt;br /&gt;That saying is valid, for I no longer have you.&lt;br /&gt;You came and went, leaving me alone&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm recovering in the place from which I was thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know more now than when first I came,&lt;br /&gt;What I know now is my feelings are not the same.&lt;br /&gt;So mixed up and jumbled; never making sense&lt;br /&gt;The only thing clear is life is no white picket fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss falling into you, knowing that you're there,&lt;br /&gt;But now I know that's with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;somebody else&lt;/span&gt; you share.&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask questions because silence will follow,&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to know how much longer my heart will be hollow.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876949401707081044-2014387594416240903?l=azyjl92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/feeds/2014387594416240903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-answers-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/2014387594416240903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/2014387594416240903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-answers-at-all.html' title='no answers at all..'/><author><name>Alistair Yeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01494519623954547909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/SSd5EhdFSsI/AAAAAAAAADI/rJuxh68C0DE/S220/15112008937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876949401707081044.post-6374013408662351559</id><published>2009-08-19T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:05:00.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" class="Poem" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="Title" align="center"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Always&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ByLine" align="center"&gt;by Richard LeGault&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt; &lt;td class="PoemText"&gt; I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were close&lt;br /&gt;and those are the times that I'm wishing the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you that ring you wear on your hand&lt;br /&gt;and like time in an hour glass, you slip away like sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad to hold, and to touch&lt;br /&gt;and that is because I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will always be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I will always love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876949401707081044-6374013408662351559?l=azyjl92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/feeds/6374013408662351559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/08/always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/6374013408662351559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/6374013408662351559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/08/always.html' title='Always'/><author><name>Alistair Yeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01494519623954547909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/SSd5EhdFSsI/AAAAAAAAADI/rJuxh68C0DE/S220/15112008937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876949401707081044.post-6390655330342364670</id><published>2009-08-04T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:19:42.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentlemen Don't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gentlemen Don't by Gabe Bondoc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="416" height="345" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-782180d9ac3beb64" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D782180d9ac3beb64%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329951028%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5405FE49CBC135AB433E9FDF6DC33A1C139B16DF.2753ED94B07832B210551B90E8A22ED3F5F8D9B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D782180d9ac3beb64%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnswKTEQc-FyhVx9cnj8zUSYMv6A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="416" height="345" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D782180d9ac3beb64%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329951028%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5405FE49CBC135AB433E9FDF6DC33A1C139B16DF.2753ED94B07832B210551B90E8A22ED3F5F8D9B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D782180d9ac3beb64%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnswKTEQc-FyhVx9cnj8zUSYMv6A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You run your fingers across my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; No I've never felt like this before, no, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I know I'm young but I know lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I'd know I know an angel if I saw on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But I know very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Gentlemen don't kiss and tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I promise I won't tell the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; If you say you want to be my girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; In your words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm just a simple man, simple plans, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Good work, take care of my fam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm sure you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Because you're heaven sent, independent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Do you think you need me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I think I need you girl, baby can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But I know very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Gentlemen don't kiss and tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I promise I won't tell the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; If you say you want to be my girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; In your words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Ooh.. ohh.. yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Cards on the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Willing and able &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Stable, capable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Of holding you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm just sayin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm not complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Your love is worth waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Gentlemen don't kiss and tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I promise I won't tell the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; If you say you want to be my girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; In your words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But I know very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Gentlemen don't kiss and tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I promise I won't tell the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; If you say you want to be my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876949401707081044-6390655330342364670?l=azyjl92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=782180d9ac3beb64&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/feeds/6390655330342364670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/08/gentlemen-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/6390655330342364670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/6390655330342364670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/08/gentlemen-dont.html' title='Gentlemen Don&apos;t'/><author><name>Alistair Yeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01494519623954547909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/SSd5EhdFSsI/AAAAAAAAADI/rJuxh68C0DE/S220/15112008937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876949401707081044.post-3833707446999746082</id><published>2009-08-03T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:56:38.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick..anyone?</title><content type='html'>our school just had a medical screening today and two of my friends were sent home..due to their body temperature being too high?....well, one of them was 38.8 degrees the other a surprising 39.4 degrees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Celsius&lt;/span&gt;..even the pegawai there was shocked to see the temperature being that high..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine was okay..was a normal 37 degrees..so ya, went on okay throughout school..but then..after coming back from school, i started coughing, sneezing, have runny nose, and headaches...now i'm burning up..my body's getting warmer, and sitting in front of the fan doesn't help at all.. bleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna take my meds later hoping it would work things out..so ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this is for everyone out there..try and be healthy in any way possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough**sneeze**cough**peng*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876949401707081044-3833707446999746082?l=azyjl92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/feeds/3833707446999746082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/08/sickanyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/3833707446999746082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/3833707446999746082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/08/sickanyone.html' title='sick..anyone?'/><author><name>Alistair Yeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01494519623954547909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/SSd5EhdFSsI/AAAAAAAAADI/rJuxh68C0DE/S220/15112008937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876949401707081044.post-1360123644508250367</id><published>2009-07-25T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T06:25:51.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more quotes..sad..ain't it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" There's this place in me              where your finger tips still              rest... your kisses still linger              and your whispers softly echo...              It's the place where a part of              you will forever be a part of              me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" The hardest part of              dreaming about someone you love              is having to wake up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6699ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" Someday never really              comes, does it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" No one can promise              they’ll never hurt you, because              at one time or another they              will. The real promise is if the              time you spent together will be              worth the pain in the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" It's always the same in              every relationship, there is              always one person crying and              wishing to get back together,              while the other doesn't even              remember the things they've been              through. I hate that I have to              be the one who remembers every              little detail while you can't              seem to remember me at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" Look in my eyes and you              will find me, but look in my              heart and you will find you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" I swore to myself it              wouldn't happen again. I vowed              to myself that this was the end.              The end of this longing, this              yearning so strong... I said I              was over you, but oh I was so              wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" A great love? It's when              you shed tears for her but still              you care for her. It's when she              ignored you but you still long              for her. It's when she starts              loving another, and yet you              manage a smile and find the              courage to say "I'm happy for              you." "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" And there you are..              holding his hand.. and I'm              lost.. trying to understand.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" Missing you isn't the              hard part, knowing I once had              you is what breaks my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" Since you've been gone...              Every morning when I get out of              bed, I look into the mirror              hoping to find my smile. But as              usual, no smile. I look and I              look, but it's nowhere to be              found. I keep my eyes peeled              wherever I go, but still no              luck. When I try to think just              where it might be... I can't              help but wonder... if maybe you              know where I left my smile,              'cause the last time I saw it, I              was with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6699ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" When you lose someone,              you don't lose them all at once.              You lose them in pieces over              time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" To meet, to know, to              love, then to part is the sad              tale of the human heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" I didn't ask for it to be              over, but then again, I never              asked for it to begin. For that              is the way it is with life, as              some of the most beautiful days              come completely by chance. But              even the most beautiful days              eventually have their sunsets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6699ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" The reason it hurts so              much to separate is because our              souls are connected. Maybe they              always have been and will be.              Maybe we've lived a thousand              lives before this one and in              each of them we've found each              other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" They say memories last              forever. I sit here, thinking              about you, and all the times I              had you by my side. I remember              the smiles that crept on my face              and the happy tears that ran              down my cheeks. I see your warm,              gentle eyes looking at me, and I              can feel your presence when I              close my eyes, but when I reach              for you, I feel you slipping              away... It's like my memory is              fading."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6699ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" Ask me why I keep on              loving you when it's clear that              you don't feel the same way for              me... the problem is that as              much as I can't force you to              love me, I can't force myself to              stop loving you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6699ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" It takes a minute to like              someone, and hour to love              someone, but to forget someone              takes a life time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" A man is never worth your              tears. And the one who is, won't              make you cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" Of all the moments in my              life, you were always there              somewhere. Once as a wish. Once              as a blessing. And now as the              greatest loss I'll ever              experience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" Love hurts when you break              up with someone, love hurts even              more when they break up with you              but love hurts the most when you              can't or are too embarrassed to              tell the person you feel for              that you love them."&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6699ff;"&gt;             Alex Williamz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" I was born the day I met              you, lived a while when you              loved me, died a little when we              broke apart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;care for a quote,anyone?&lt;br /&gt;guess not..&lt;br /&gt;i'd read and remember one or two if i were you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6699ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876949401707081044-1360123644508250367?l=azyjl92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/feeds/1360123644508250367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-quotessadaint-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/1360123644508250367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/1360123644508250367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-quotessadaint-it.html' title='more quotes..sad..ain&apos;t it..'/><author><name>Alistair Yeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01494519623954547909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/SSd5EhdFSsI/AAAAAAAAADI/rJuxh68C0DE/S220/15112008937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876949401707081044.post-5374104715809783066</id><published>2009-07-25T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T05:34:47.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back and never better..i think..</title><content type='html'>heys..i'm back..from all the stress and pressure of exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiring..but ya..been around lately.checking stuff.bdays coming up.my friends and my whole family..believe it or not..my whole family of 4; every member,my mum and dad,sis and i are born in August..my mum on the 2nd, me on the 6th,dad on the 12th and sis on the 13th..so its kinda like a whole month big birthday bash thing..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,things have not been looking bright and fuzzy lately for me..not counting the exams but ya..its just hard for me to go on like this anymore..i just can't stand it..i've been searching through the internet and various ways to overcome this..but i just can't..heh..instead i just look and stare at the screen of my computer; looking at quotes of people about their sad life...in love and work and stuff..heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"   &gt;" I wonder, when you look              into my eyes and watch my heart              shatter, does it break your              heart too, even crack it a              little bit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"   &gt;" Sometimes you think              you've gotten over a person, but              when you see her smile you              suddenly realize you're just              pretending you're over her to              ease the pain of knowing that she              will never be yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"   &gt;" Me, I'm scared of              everything, I'm scared of who I              am, what I saw, what I did, but              most of all I am scared of              walking out of this room and              never feeling for the rest of my              life, the way I feel when I'm              with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6699ff;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"   &gt;" Everyone tells me I              should forget about you, you              don't deserve me. They're right,              you don't deserve me, but I              deserve you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"   &gt;" Moving on is simple, it's              what you leave behind that makes              it so difficult."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;has anyone ever had these thoughts in their mind??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm not the only one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876949401707081044-5374104715809783066?l=azyjl92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/feeds/5374104715809783066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-and-never-betteri-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/5374104715809783066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/5374104715809783066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-and-never-betteri-think.html' title='back and never better..i think..'/><author><name>Alistair Yeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01494519623954547909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/SSd5EhdFSsI/AAAAAAAAADI/rJuxh68C0DE/S220/15112008937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876949401707081044.post-8564345865179185811</id><published>2009-07-04T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:23:07.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>short notice</title><content type='html'>sorry for the late update..been busy with studying and finishing up my seni kerja kursus..yes, i take seni as an extra subject..not sure whether i can cope with it but at the time i think i can..just a little bit more to study la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh..stress is coming back to me..i can see the white hairs forming from my scalp..bleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'll update as soon as exam ends..which is by the end of this month.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya'll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ali is taking his time colouring like a little kid..lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876949401707081044-8564345865179185811?l=azyjl92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/feeds/8564345865179185811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/8564345865179185811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/8564345865179185811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-notice.html' title='short notice'/><author><name>Alistair Yeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01494519623954547909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/SSd5EhdFSsI/AAAAAAAAADI/rJuxh68C0DE/S220/15112008937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876949401707081044.post-8506926943413350057</id><published>2009-06-16T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:02:55.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way Love Works</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I read this while surfing the internet a few months back and when i tried to find it i can't anymore.. lol&lt;br /&gt;but i still remember how the story goes as it struck me a few days ago after i had my emotional breakdown.. dunno why but yeah.. things like this happen to me lots of times already =P&lt;br /&gt;heh.. here's how it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &amp;amp; J started dating ever since they were in high school. Both loved each other very much. One day, A told J that he's leaving for overseas to further his studies. J was very sad that A had to leave but A assured J that he'll always love her no matter how far he is from her. That night, A wrote a letter to J and he left it by her doorstep. J's father saw the letter as he walked out of the house; read it and placed it on J's desk. The next morning, J woke up and saw the letter lying on her desk. She opened it and was shocked when she read the content of the letter. It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. I never loved you. I never liked you from the very beginning. You make me sick. You're a bitch! I have never loved you. I hate you. And I will never love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;J met up with A at a park that afternoon. He handed her another letter but she did not want to accept it. She slapped him instead and broke up with him on the spot without question. A became depressed after the sudden break up and he killed himself before leaving for his studies. The news of A's death reached J. J watched the news bulletin regarding A's death. According to the reporter, A hanged himself in his bedroom the night after they broke up. In his hand was a piece of paper; a letter to be exact, that was addressed to J. The letter read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;To my beloved J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you misunderstood my last letter that I sent to you. I truly, indeed love you. Never once did I ever stop loving you. The only reason I wrote that letter in that way is so that your dad won't find out. You know that your dad doesn't like me. This is the only way so that he could actually give it to you without suspecting anything. I'm sorry if it was hurtful to you. You know very well i love you very much. If you can, please re-read the letter and do as follows:&lt;br /&gt;hate = love&lt;br /&gt;never = always&lt;br /&gt;sick = happy&lt;br /&gt;bitch = angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart, my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;J never gave A a chance to explain himself and he died because of that. J lived with the guilt of killing the only person she ever loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is to everyone out there. Keep your relationships. If you do love that special someone very much stay true and do as much as you can to preserve that relationship you have. This story is not to be followed by anyone, it's just a way of showing people how much love you put into that certain someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed this little short story.&lt;br /&gt;If it offended anyone, I'm terribly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876949401707081044-8506926943413350057?l=azyjl92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/feeds/8506926943413350057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-love-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/8506926943413350057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/8506926943413350057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-love-works.html' title='The Way Love Works'/><author><name>Alistair Yeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01494519623954547909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/SSd5EhdFSsI/AAAAAAAAADI/rJuxh68C0DE/S220/15112008937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876949401707081044.post-8116645757816205729</id><published>2009-06-13T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:36:18.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASC</title><content type='html'>two weeks of holidays taken up by ASC.. TOMG!! (totally oh my God!!) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not regretting it. all the hard work i've put in along with the others in this Asian Sessions and Council has made this camp a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stress and depression from my problems are taken away from me..hopefully la. i don't really know but it feels so. so i hope it really goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll add in more pictures the next time when i'm back in kuching and in front of my computer. lol XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876949401707081044-8116645757816205729?l=azyjl92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/feeds/8116645757816205729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/06/asc.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/8116645757816205729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/8116645757816205729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/06/asc.html' title='ASC'/><author><name>Alistair Yeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01494519623954547909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/SSd5EhdFSsI/AAAAAAAAADI/rJuxh68C0DE/S220/15112008937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876949401707081044.post-1414100753958267269</id><published>2009-06-08T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:18:33.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>new blog post new day new story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i have for you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much but lots and lots of stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this should be a happy blog site but it just goes to show that even a happy blog can be filled with hard and sad posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not for long la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want this blog to be like my old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the emo blog XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASC is the Asian Session's and Council. Held in St. Lukas' Centre, Kota Padawan and it starts&lt;br /&gt;from the 4th till the 14th of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this takes up the holidays that i was looking forward to having my intensive study for my exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..God's calling to serve for this ASC although i've been through alot of HELL lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mean ALOTTTT of hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna go into details but before this ASC i've went through a month of severe depression which left me half dead and my parents almost brought me to the hospital for check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with the help of my family and friends, i managed to pick myself up from that period of depression and let go of everything that i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not really everything but most of the things la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't easy then and its still not easy now 'cos i found it harder and harder each living day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until recently, i broke down during the ASC but i can't tell when.. don't want to reveal too much info.. sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this stress from before ASC and during ASC caused me to burst inside out and everything in me went blank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literally blank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this deep void in me that i don't think can be filled in this short time when people keep coming to me, saying, "stay strong..time will heal everything.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same thing same old same old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh..its just hard when you keep getting complaints when you practically did nothing wrong or you actually accomplished that particular task without fail or you just do according to what they told you to do and they still want to find fault in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just unfair when you can't say anything about it or even defend yourself about that task that you did properly...sucks much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, again i say.. its just hard when you keep doing the right stuff but more and more and more problems keep piling up and you're the one to blame for it when it has nothing to do even with you.. imagine the pain of being stabbed in the back over and over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you see yourself bleeding from all those stabs and you can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what i'm feeling right now and its super hard for me to get over this pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all that i can say for now.. i don't wanna fill up this post with my rants and complains..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyaz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876949401707081044-1414100753958267269?l=azyjl92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/feeds/1414100753958267269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/06/stressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/1414100753958267269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/1414100753958267269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/06/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>Alistair Yeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01494519623954547909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/SSd5EhdFSsI/AAAAAAAAADI/rJuxh68C0DE/S220/15112008937.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876949401707081044.post-1415765951936157992</id><published>2009-05-04T03:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T03:23:59.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Era of Home Recording</title><content type='html'>About 1 month ago,i sat for my Grade 8 keyboard exam and it was darn hard.but luckily,with lots and lots of practice(not really actually=3) i passed it with merit marks,83 to be precise.sorry to those whom have thought i got honours,i must've disappointed you all='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.anyways,passing grade 8 means i get to sit for my diploma.but that will be after my spm lar.just too many things happening at the same time now.but rest assured,i will get my diploma once everything's settled.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,back to what the title says.HOME RECORDING.yeap,now,i'm learning how to do my own recording in my own home.not just from the piano or the keyboard.but the whole band kind of recording,voice overs and all.you must be wondering how i can fit a whole band into my teeny weeny house.ah hah!!here's the catch.i don't need to.the band comes solely from my own and beloved Yamaha PSR-S700 keyboard=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew just by using one simple keyboard and a computer could help in making a whole album.that was what my teacher did and now he's teaching me and another of his students how to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/Sf7BbQ6jrLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ii4Z0pUXESU/s1600-h/040520091258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/Sf7BbQ6jrLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ii4Z0pUXESU/s320/040520091258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331911682994449586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my workstation:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/Sf7BvD08cOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fngiEwKe0hA/s1600-h/040520091260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/Sf7BvD08cOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fngiEwKe0hA/s200/040520091260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331912023078629602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my baby keyboard=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's mainly it.as you're busy reading this blogpost now,i'm either busy recording or doing my arts course work or just studying=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,happy reading to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Alistair Yeo.&lt;br /&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/1876949401707081044-1415765951936157992?l=azyjl92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/feeds/1415765951936157992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/05/era-of-home-recording.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/1415765951936157992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/1415765951936157992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/05/era-of-home-recording.html' title='The Era of Home Recording'/><author><name>Alistair Yeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01494519623954547909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/SSd5EhdFSsI/AAAAAAAAADI/rJuxh68C0DE/S220/15112008937.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrAhJER8S0E/Sf7BbQ6jrLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ii4Z0pUXESU/s72-c/040520091258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876949401707081044.post-7304753606487390760</id><published>2009-05-02T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:37:46.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day</title><content type='html'>Hey there..first of all,i would like to apologize for the lack of maintenance in my old blog and therefore,to make up for it,i'm creating this new blog which i promise you will be more FUNFUNFUN=) haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hope you all will enjoy reading this blog which will be less emo and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;happy reading!=)&lt;br /&gt;cyaz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876949401707081044-7304753606487390760?l=azyjl92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/feeds/7304753606487390760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyjl92.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/7304753606487390760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876949401707081044/posts/default/7304753606487390760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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