<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661</id><updated>2009-02-20T23:13:09.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The GreateR onE, sEan tHam.</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Life is what it is, we can't change the way we are but, we can always change the way we live our lives.&lt;/b&gt; (Although fucked up things do happen) - Sean Tham</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-106476574113056539</id><published>2003-09-28T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T09:16:32.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;29/9/2003 12.15AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok people, listen up. I am going to swtich my web blog to another host, which is Xanga.com basically for a couple of reasons. Not that blogger.com is not good but i just wanted to have a new feel and a more user-friendly host so please visit &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/poser_sean"&gt;www.xanga.com/poser_sean&lt;/a&gt;from today onwards kay? thanks alot for your support! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-106476574113056539?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/106476574113056539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/106476574113056539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106476574113056539' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-106475701099845122</id><published>2003-09-28T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T06:50:11.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;28/9/2003 9.46PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, today was hrmm.. too unproductive.. can't believe I sat infront of my computer since 11+ in the morning till 4 in the afternoon playing games.. jeez.. that sucked.. and I told myself that I have to do my e-marketing assignment.. lol.. Anyway, just had my dinner, watched a little football and im suppose to do it now lol after a good evening nap from 5- 7+. Now i'm thinking how am I going to sleep tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't blog yesterday cause I couldn't log myself into the blogger website. Anyway, I opened an account in Xanga and it works almost the same as Blogger but there are more functions I think. Come to think about it, I haven't even start sketeching out how my personal web's gonna be like. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, time to go now, maybe i'll be back later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-106475701099845122?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/106475701099845122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/106475701099845122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106475701099845122' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-106450665442686993</id><published>2003-09-25T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T09:17:34.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;26th September 2003 12.06AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okIe, I would like to take this opportunity to wish my dEarest girlfriend HAPPY BURFDAY!!!! LoLz.. this is funny.. hRmm.. Guess what? Was like trying to call her right at 12 but ahem.. missed it and someone else called her first! Man, how could this happen? Think it was because I was taking too long trying to send her the 'package greeting sms' from TM Touch. Anyway, just hope that she'll have an enjoyable burfday this year and grow up! haha =p she better not see this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was hrmm.. scary in the morning till afternoon.. haha.. was like.. so felt like passing out anytime. I think its the sleep that I lack of and it is terrible.. Slept for a little while in e-marketing class but then it was funny cause I drank 2 cans of coffee right when the class started and I can still manage to fall asleep.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, another funny thing was that I was completely awake when Daniel fetch me to 1U to get my gf's gift. I was like.. hrmm.. everything's weird today. Anyway, I got the pressie I wanted to get for her and I also got myself a Nike pouch! Yay! For only 4 bucks! Muahahahah.. its even freaking cheaper then pasar malam's.. lol.. i'll tell you all how I got it for 4 bucks later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there were quite some intervals in between the time before i went back to college but i won't go into details right now yet.. hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, I plan to move my blog to my own personal website where I will probably design the entire site myself to add a lil spice to everything hehe.. guess it's time to use some skillz i've learnt from extra night classes huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway think I shouldn't write anymore cause hrmm.. priority's given to gf today.. so will talk more on next entry yea.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hrmmmmm... noone has yet to post any msges on my blog yet..  t(-.-t)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-106450665442686993?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/106450665442686993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/106450665442686993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106450665442686993' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-106442229751845326</id><published>2003-09-24T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T09:58:31.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;25/9/2003 12.42AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hie there, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, my friends just came over around 9 earlier as they needed my com for some assignments stuffs and did not leave till 11. Was kinda frustrated with the fact that I could not do my work at that time as I have lots to do and also that they themselves don't really have the idea of what to do for theirs. So hrmm.. took kinda long.. Oh well doesn't matter much anyway since i've owed them alot of favours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my e-marketing assignment now but everyone else should be rushing their Sales Promo instead. I was kinda wondering if we needed to present that assignment as well on Friday as it is written in the question paper that presentation carries 20 marks. It is also evaluated through its Grammar and Style. So is it the Grammar and Style of writing the assignment or is it the Grammar and Style while presenting it? So do we have to do a presentation for it? I have no idea.. Sigh.. Guess i'll only know by the morning while I go for its lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, today has been quite a fine day for me I suppose? Got to see my sweetheart in the noon although it was kinda hrmm.. rushing? lol.. College was okay but things only started to get shitty towards the evening.. Oh well.. isn't it like this everyday? Hrmm.. night time seems to be the only time I have for myself but it also seems to be the only time that I feel 'tooted' up. Bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it's my girlfriend's burfday tomorrow, the 26th.. so I guess i'll only be getting her pressie on thurs.. &lt;em&gt;Now, don't ask me why am I only getting it tomorrow because I have my own reasons kay? *winks*&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, think I better get back to my assignment now before it gets too late and I have to call her so i'll try and blog again tomorrow yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've just added a tag board in the blog so feel free to drop some comments yea! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-106442229751845326?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/106442229751845326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/106442229751845326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106442229751845326' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-106432424292947694</id><published>2003-09-23T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T06:37:35.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;23rd September 2003 9.34PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i'm just gonna update my blog once in a while now on when I feel like it.. feeling kinda EMO these couple of weeks though.. kinda know the source of it but hrmm.. don't think I can do anything bout it.. Well, i've just came back from night class and i'm kinda tired and exhausted now.. haven't even take my shower yet. Sigh, and there's still tons of assignments that needs to be done.. urgh! I think i'm too lazy to do any of em now anyway.. at least not before I have my shower. So, maybe i'll blog again if I feel like it when i'm free later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here's a life movie rating thingy i've tried moments ago and hrmmm.. i'd better not say anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.readingforresults.com/rating/nc17.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My life is rated NC-17.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.readingforresults.com/rating/quiz.htm"&gt;What is your life rated?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-106432424292947694?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/106432424292947694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/106432424292947694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106432424292947694' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-106372848022855267</id><published>2003-09-16T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T09:08:00.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;17 September 2003  12:06am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gods, i dont even know the date anymore.. sigh.. i think it has been 4 months since my last blog.. well yea i've decided to start my blog again.. dont ask me why.. i guess this is just the place where i can actually scream and shout whatever i want without bothering if anyone cares bout what i say. sigh.. especially when someone u think they should care bout u doesn't even show that they care when u need them the most.. even if they say they do.. why cant i see or feel em..? feels more like we're drifting apart now.. or maybe its just me.. i dont know.. but i know it doesnt feel good.. things are all just so stressed up now that i dont even know where to begin or what to begin with.. college.. relationships.. work.. sigh.. all this bullshits in life that one must encounter is just so fucked up.. maybe not everyone feels or take things the way i do.. but since this is the way i do.. im feeling bloated up all inside..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-106372848022855267?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/106372848022855267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/106372848022855267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106372848022855267' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-94539276</id><published>2003-05-18T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T09:04:56.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;18/5/2003 11.55pm &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhh, don't know why am I so lazy these days that I don't even feel like blogging.. Hehe.. Just like today, I stayed at home the whole day after returning from marketing and watched VCD all the way till 4pm and I fell asleep for 2 hours and the VCD was left running. Hmm, and I was more tired when I woke up. Must be something getting wrong with my metabolism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so what am I suppose to do now leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I watched Matrix Reloaded on its 1st screening day and it is &lt;b&gt;INDEED&lt;/b&gt;the coolest movie ever! Hehe.. Although it was kinda fucked up in the end but still I think even wong fei hong must bow to Neo. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siennnnnnnnnnn......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-94539276?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/94539276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/94539276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94539276' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-94152313</id><published>2003-05-11T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T08:56:55.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;11/5/2003 11.43pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t w00t! I've just won myself 2 tickets to the special screening of the movie Matrix - Reloaded on the 20th of May in GSC Midvalley! w00t! Haha, and i'm gonna win myself the Samsung Free-i handphone in the lucky draw.. Muahaha! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, anyway it's mother's day today so I went out with my mommy for lunch.. Well, that's after having a big fight with my dad.. Oh well.. I told him every single thing that I wrote in my previous entry. Yeap, I did. Guess what? He called my mom up and asked her to join us for the family dinner at night and she came! =) It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exam's just 2 days away and I don't feel the urge to study.. sad to say but it is the truth. Maybe I need some motivation. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, watched X-Men2 for the 2nd time on Friday and it was ok. Well maybe that's because i'm putting to much hope in the Matrix Reloaded. Really can't wait to watch it. I think i'm gonna watch it on the 15th, which is the premiere date and watch it again on the 20th... then watch it again some day later. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and check this out and tell me what do you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAPRICORN &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few will believe that a hardcore practical and materialistic person like you is capable of sensitivity and genuine emotions. You project a hard exterior but are actually very sensitive, a trait you successfully hide from others. u can be seething with anger but will not betray your feelings. But then, there are times that even you cannot control your&lt;br /&gt;temper. Under such circumstances you can shout and scream, more with frustration at the situation than with anger at any particular person. Your outbursts can shock others and can make them feel guilty too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-94152313?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/94152313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/94152313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94152313' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-93989874</id><published>2003-05-08T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T06:56:20.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;8/5/2003 9.46pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am in a very foul mood now. Do not come close to me. Even if you do, please refrain from pissing me off. It's just so fucked up. Why must it be like this? It's mother's day on Sunday and not fucking grandmother's day dad. Don't you understand? Why must it be like this every year? Why do you have to force me to go for dinner with you and your sisters' family together with your mum? Hello??? My mum is not there dammit! Why do we have to argue over this every single year every fucking damn time!? It's mother's day and i've made the appointment with mum at night... so why must I give way and go for lunch with her instead? Can't you see? I hate it! This just sux so much man.. Every year, you want me to fucking go out with you and your family so that I can see that all my cousins' mum and your mother's there but not mine!? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this fucking years i've tried so hard to listen to every single thing you asked me to and I did. Well, almost all but still.. Why can't you even let me go for dinner with my mother? Just because you want your family to see that your son is with you even on mother's day? Shit man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even do like 10 things that I asked you to in a year man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-93989874?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93989874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93989874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93989874' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-93912031</id><published>2003-05-06T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T23:20:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;7/5/2003 2.06pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F4 - Wo Shi Zhen De Zhen De Hen Ai Ni&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, its freaking boring now that there is no more assignments. Even though exams are just 2 weeks away, I don't have the mood to do anything! There's nothing to do at home! I've just watched The Sum Of All Fears and I still think it is the best movie ever. Ok, one of the best maybe. Anyway, I am still bored. What am I supposed to do!? Dammit, I must pester my dad into getting me that Kelissa or else I might just go crazy one day. There's no freaking trasportation out of my house and I can't stay in the house, especially when there's nothing to do! Sleeping is a waste of time to me. Besides, if I sleep now, i'll be wide awake at night. So what am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ps2 is running out of games... or maybe i'm currently out of interest with it. There's only computer left, which I am obviously sitting in front of it doing pratically nothing besides talking to my sister. There's 4 hours left till my dad returns and still, it doesn't make any major differences. Just that I can start pestering him. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boringgggggggggggg.....   -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-93912031?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93912031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93912031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93912031' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-93806176</id><published>2003-05-05T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T09:01:42.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;5/5/2003 11.51pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matchbox Twenty - Push&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, tomorrow's the day for our marketing presentation. My group will be presenting 2nd because 2 is my favourite number! Haha. So, Ck's group gonna present 1st. Muahaha. Anyway just came back from a drink with my friends and like always, I am tired. But I have to wait for the CD to be burned and it is only at 12% now. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Live - Turn My Head&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I don't know what to say now. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-93806176?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93806176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93806176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93806176' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-93753158</id><published>2003-05-04T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T10:45:38.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;5/5/2003 1.36am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, just got my work done and I am so happy that I can finally sleep now. I don't know why but I am just so tired and sleepy. I think I am getting old. =)  Anyway, just came back from Anrie's birthday party couple of hours back and it was great! Great food, great drinks and we can even hear the &lt;i&gt;Rainmakers&lt;/i&gt; perform. =) Although I went off early, but it was kinda sad that I didn't get to watch the documentary about Michael Jackson and Gilmore Girls. Why? I was out yum cha with Daniel right after the party. It has been so long since i last saw him so I've decided to go for a drink with him. He had a twisted ankle and he can still drive even though it's all bandaged. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I really gotta go get some sleep now, might be blogging tomorrow so see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-93753158?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93753158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93753158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93753158' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-93600699</id><published>2003-05-01T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T09:12:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;30/4/2003 11.53pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lighthouse Family - High (on dope)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arggghhh.. what a freaking tiring day I had. My leg's like all cramped up now. -.-"  Ok, I went out for lunch with me and daddy with granny in the afternoon before sending my dad to cheras for his mahjong gathering. Then I sent me granny hommie. After that I rushed all the way to Sunway Pyramid to meet up with my primary school mates. Before getting into pyramid, I had to go through this jam that lasted for half an hour before reaching the car park and that's another half hour. Found myself a parking and went to meet them. It was actually quite fun seeing them again after 6-7 years. The feeling's great! =) There's a long story and I might tell it later. Not now. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting them, me went to fetch daddy from cheras and went home before sending him out again to DU for dinner. Then I have to go to the shop in ss3 to deliver some goods. After that I went back to tmn tun to pick up Leng before heading for Bangsar to have dinner with Izal and the rest. After dinner, sent Leng home back to tmn tun then went to ss3 to close the shop. Fetch daddy from DU after that and closed the shop in centrepoint. Sent everyone home and I went out yum cha with another gang of friends in Damansara Perdana before coming home finally. Phew............. that was long. I just so feel like jumping into my bed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spice Girls - 2 Become 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, such a beautiful song. =) Ok now for the story. I walked alone into Starbucks as they said that they'll be inside but to my horror, they weren't. I was like thinking how am I suppose to recognise them in the 1st place. So I went outside to have a look and then I saw this 2 guys sitting with a girl looking at me. I was like... Hmmmm, could those be them? It would be like damn kantoi if it wasn't. I didn't give a damn and I just went up to them and started saying hi to everyone before................... knowing that they WERE my friends. Haha. Sadly, I still couldn't recognise them. =( C'mon it's only the 1st time seeing them after like 6-7 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now this is funny. the guy that was said to be my close friend was INDEED Darren's friend! We'll be plaing futsal again tomorrow! Haha! What a wonderful world. Anyway we sat there and talked and talked in &lt;b&gt;Mandarin&lt;/b&gt;. Yes, Mandarin all the way. Can't believe that I can actually still speak fluent mandarin! Way to go! =) More people came a lil while later and I was like.. Hmm... I was already an hour and half late and there were more late comers. Haha. So we continued talking for almost 3 hours before decided to go and take some funny sticker photos. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eurythmics - I Saved The World Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed great to see all of them again and some were studying in Taylors, one in LICT, one wanted to join my college and a few others in form6. Although it was sad that some of them couldn't make it but still, it's good enough. 6 years is actually quite a long time, but come to think about it, it's not considered very long as well. Well, it all depends on how we have spent the 6 years of our lives. Everyone has a different story and i'm more than glad to know some of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 years or 10 days doesn't make a difference. You could get filthy rich with 10 years of pure effort and go bankrupt in 1 day. Live Life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-93600699?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93600699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93600699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93600699' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-93545062</id><published>2003-04-30T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T11:30:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;30/4/2003 1.55am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*tweet* *tweet* (cricket sounds)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn* Here I am yawning but I cant seem to have the urge to sleep. It's sad. Anyway just came back from Bangsar yum cha for a lil while... waited for 30 minutes in the car though. Jase realised that her keys were in her pocket after waiting for her dad to return in order to let her out of the house. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this really funny thing happened just couple of hours ago. I was downstairs watching movie and I had this feeling that made me wanna go upstairs to check my handphone. To my surprise, there was 9 miss calls on my phone and I was like "what the *toot*" untill I realised that my phone was on silent all the time. Smart. So I checked who it was and Leng called me twice and the other 7 was from an unidentified number. After calling Leng, I received this msg asking me to check my voice mail. And so I did. It was actually a really really old primary school friend who called and left her number asking me to return her call. While the phone was ringing, I was actually thinking hard who the hell was she and I can't even remember her name when she mentioned it. It was actually quite shy and I talked to her for like 15 minutes. She told me that there will be this gathering tomorrow at Starbucks Sunway Pyramid at 1pm. She said that I must be there and I can't reject it. I was like.... ok.... I really wanna go at first untill I thought about the problem that i'll be facing when im there. Which is actually thinking which table am I supposed to go when I reach there because for goodness sake I can't remember any of them. I've been to other gatherings but they've never been there and this is like the 1st time i'll be seeing them since standard six. What a shame. Anyway she told me that other people asked her to call me because, according to them, this close friend I used to have will be there as well. So we talked and talked and ended up promising her that I will go. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, as I was on my way out, I gave Darren a call to check if he's gonna join us later when he's done with his friends. I remembered that this girl called Seow Yen should be with him and she's my classmate in primary school as well. So I asked her if she knew who was the close friend they were talking about and she said that that guy actually knows Darren and they're actually kinda close. I was like 'hmm, what a small world' untill Darren told me that the guy was actually there the other day when we went to play street soccer. We were in the same court chasing after the same ball! Oh my god, and we can't even recognise each other when we were supposed to be close last time. Shame on me! Shame on me! Shame on him as well! Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'll most probably be going tomorrow and I'm actually quite eager to meet them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's the point of having 10 blind man chasing after a dumb guy asking for directions?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-93545062?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93545062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93545062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93545062' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-93409234</id><published>2003-04-28T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T10:09:41.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;29/4/2003 12.48am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Corrs - Would You Be Happier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natalie Imbruglia - Wrong Impression&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps, the song changed as I was typing.. hehe doesn't really matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, just came back from McDees Centrepoint with Erin and Darren as we were working on our marketing assignment couple of hours ago and it is still not over yet! Gosh.. It's taking ages man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am looking at pictures of the BMW 3 Series and the Benz E-Class as well as my own product the S-40 and gods, the BMW is like... gods car from heaven.. it is so god damn beautiful... well... the price tag as well.. *grins* Sad to say but I gotta bullshit my way through that S-40's the best car in the entire world man... Well, this is what marketing is all about right? Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avril Lavinge - I'm With You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, there's class at 9 tomorrow and I can't sleep now because I slept in the evening from 5 - 7.45. Damn! That's almost 3 hours and now I'm wide awake as usual. Hmm, gotta go get some sleeping pills soon man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ohh ohh.. there's this article that i've read in my mail and I personally feels that it is very, very touching and meaningful. Gonna go get it and post it here for you guys to read it. Wait a minute................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok.. here it is... Enjoy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so ... was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really&lt;br /&gt;wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw  someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me." He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out-of-work actor -- it didn't ring much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin under which were four $100 bills. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything's gonnabe all right. I love you, Bryan."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story strucked me right at the end. It was just so... I don't know. I was flattered. I strongly believes in the term &lt;i&gt;'What comes around, goes around'&lt;/i&gt;. It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-93409234?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93409234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93409234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93409234' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-93349009</id><published>2003-04-27T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T10:13:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;28/4/2003 1.02am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Billy Joel - Just The Way You Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARGHHHHHH!&lt;/b&gt; Manchester United won Tottenham 2-0! How could this be!? Damn! They can't win the damn premiership, they SUCK! Ish... I suppose their on their way to the title this season...  Arsenal's hope is fading away.... and I can imagine Darren's face tomorrow... gods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw Avril's newset video for Losing Grip this afternoon and I suppose I'm one of the earliest to catch a glimpse of it among my friends. =) Well, at least I won't go like "It is the best video ever created on earth". Like how my friend Erin said when she saw Matchbox Twenty's Unwell video. Haha.. Losing Grip isn't the best video around though but there's this part near the end where Avril jumps of the stage into the arms of the crowd &lt;b&gt;FACE FIRST&lt;/b&gt;! Oh my god, I wonder who were the lucky ones below huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stephen Bishop - It Might Be You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, it's a boring day today... just me and my assignments and my sleep. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking back as lovers, go walking past, all of my life wondering how they met and what makes it last&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-93349009?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93349009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93349009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93349009' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-93305748</id><published>2003-04-26T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T11:26:18.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;27/4/2003 1.55am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leslie Cheung - Ming Xing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, finally I got to had the opportunity to went and bought Leslie Cheung's greatest hits from a cd seller in Tmn. Mayang couple of hours back when I was on my way to Hartams after going for a drink with some buddies and their college friends in Subang. The CD is &lt;b&gt;SUPERB&lt;/b&gt;. It has all the songs that I wanted from Leslie.. Like Ming Xing(Star), Feng Ju Xu Chui(Wing Continues to Blow) and lots more! Yay! Hehe I think Jase's gonna ask me to lend her the CD very soon after she reads this. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leslie Cheung - Feng Zai Qi Shi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Met this girl who was my friend's college's friend just now and I think she's chun. **Wink Wink** Her name's Betty or Brenda if i'm not mistaken. (Yea yea, she's chun but I forgot her name) Well, she's single and available and she lives in a rented house with a friend near Metropolitan. Sadly, all I said to her was 'Hi' and not even 'Bye'. Damn! Lost my touch. Wahaha.. anyway if it's fated i'm sure we'll meet again. If not, well, too bad lo then. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really blog these days because I am free! Haha so sad to say but I realised that I blog more often when I am busy compared to when I am not. Simply because when I am busy, the computer's my best friend and yet my worst enemy (When it hangs). So now that i'm free and I don't spend lots of my time infront of my com, I don't blog! See, it's that simple. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leslie Cheung - Zui&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, I wanna write more but my dad's hitting my head again and again asking me to go and sleep now because I have to go to the market with him tomorrow morning at 9. Damn this weekly routine. I mean, c'mon man think about it. How many kids will actually follow their mum or dad to the market every week? Ok maybe not kids but how many 18 years old will do this huh? I am like, the best child around. Haha! Anyway that's why I gotta go now. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I always feel that time is running short for me and yet there are so many things that I want to achieve. I have a dream to chase, a vision to succeed and a goal to be met.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-93305748?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93305748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93305748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93305748' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-93055428</id><published>2003-04-22T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T09:52:16.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;22/4/2003 12.40am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sixpence None The Richer - Don't Dream It's Over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, sorry, was too busy doing my own stuffs these 2 days after finishing my work although there were some ammendments yesterday. Met up with my old friends as I have 2 weeks to catch up with them. That's why I didn't blog for the previous days. Anyway, i'm actually having a flu now. =(   I think it's due to lack of rest for the pass couple of weeks. Though not much people tried avoiding me as they are afraid of the SARS virus, my dad was quite paranoid by it though. He was like "Sleep early because you're having a flu and there's no cure for flu bla bla bla". I was like.. "Dad, flu is NOT a symptom of SARS". Yes, flu is not a symptom of SARS ok? C'mon, I've got like tons of people telling me that flu is the start of SARS bla bla bla yada yada... but no! It is not. I am doing a radio talk show about SARS and don't tell me that I don't even know the damn symptoms? Hehe, anyway, gonna stuck the Vicks that I bought before I sleep later to ease my nose blockage. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atomic Kittens - The Last Goodbye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm looking at some beautiful pictures of Volvo cars that I need for my assignment. Never did I realize that Volvo cars are actually such beautiful vehicles at an affordable price among the luxurious range. Hmm, there's no class tomorrow but should I go college? There's no meeting but there's work that needs to be done and it can be done at home. Hmmm, what should I do? Staying at home's boring, going to college will probably make me spend another 20 dollars, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Live - Turn My Head&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's decided. I am not going to college tomorrow. Well, maybe for a lil while as I need to return the marketing book that i've borrowed from the library or else I will have to pay another extra dollar for returning it late. The decision is final.  &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh! I just remembered that I forgot to take the Spirited Away DVD from Jasemaine! Damn! Thought of watching it tomorrow. Bah, I shall just spend my day finishing the compilation of the report and work on the print ads and presentation.  -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-93055428?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93055428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/93055428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93055428' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-92895509</id><published>2003-04-19T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T10:32:13.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;20/4/2003 1.25am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elton John - The Way You Look Tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn* Came back from yum cha with my friends bout 11.45 and continued my Hero movie. It's a really nice movie with lots of special effects that really impresses me. Love the idea on changing different background colors for different moods. Really cool. It was quite sad towards the end though, especially the way Jet Li died and how hard it was for the king to kill him. Hmm, great deal of success comes from a great deal of sacrifice huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duncan Sheik - Barely Breathing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, just asked my friend to go for supper with me and my dad says he's hungry too. So gonna go out with him now..  =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-92895509?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/92895509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/92895509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92895509' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-92887805</id><published>2003-04-19T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T07:16:24.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;19/7/2003 9.55pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No Artist -The One You Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, this light &amp; easy tracks are just so soothing. =) Just came back from dinner not long ago with my dad and granny. Did some work before this and now i'm waiting for whatever to come. It's like, there's still lots of work to do but somehow now that I have my own time till tomorrow, I don't wanna do it till then. This is the shitty thing bout me. But come to think about it, there's nothing much I can do bout it till tomorrow though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now when Erin, Jase and Darren was over here it was like a laughing ceremony? Haha, This Darren la, he's stoopid la. Hehe. Well, at least we got some stuffs done but still have no idea bout the progress in Yves's side. That sux. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm talking to Izal and I can't write because i cant do 2 things at once. I can't even listen to my mp3. This bastard... lol.. and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;just called me a bastard bitch x2 + asshole + bastard + bitch. (what is worng with this guy!?) Haha.. I'm annoying him kao kao over here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-92887805?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/92887805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/92887805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92887805' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-92874183</id><published>2003-04-18T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T22:05:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;19/7/2003 12.44pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eason Chen - Ming Nian Jin Re&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;11.00am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I slept for 10 hours today!!!!!! Hurrah! Weeeeee, it feels good.. hehe... Ohh no shit! My group members are coming at 12! And my house's a junk! (According to some people) There's 5 of them and I gotta clean it up a lil man. At least leave a lil bit of workspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;11.30am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, I'm almost done now. Now I gotta go for my shower and brush my teeth. Arrgh, my back's itching again. Damn sweat! Haa Chiuhhhhhhhhhh! Urgh, damn dusts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andy Lau &amp; Tony Leung - Wu Jian Dao&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;11.45am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, nothing feels better than a nice hot bath. Now I gotta go and wait for them. But wait, i'm hungry. Shit, better call my dad to get me mcdees bedore he returns. *Ring* *Ring*, Erin calls and says &lt;i&gt;"Hie Sean, Can I only come at 1pm later because I have some work to do." "Yea sure, no problem. Not like this is the 1st time but, please do call darren and yves together with denise yeah?" "Ok, ok. Bye"&lt;/i&gt;*Toot* *Toot*&lt;br /&gt;Bummer, now I gotta wait till 1 and all this rush is for nothing. Anyway at least I get to come here and do some stupid shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;12.00pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, daddy's back with my food. As usual, he tends to think that mcdonalds only sells McChicken Regular Set. Nothing else. That's the only thing he can think of! Jeez, he could at least get me a large set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S.H.E. - Re Dai Yu Ling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;12.30pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, now I am checking my mail bla bla bl..! Wow, top ten beauties from UNITAR again from my friend. Hmm might as well see it again haha.&lt;br /&gt;Logging on to ICQ, ooh, isn't that my ex? Hmm, heard that she a bitch now. Tons of guys went after her but she used them one by one. Haha, well at least I had her twice! Muahaha... *Uh* *Ohh* Darren messages.. &lt;i&gt;'Wei anyone there yet?' 'Yeah everyone's here except you and Denise' 'Wah! I am so sorry I come now' ' I am just joking they're only coming at 1pm, didn't Erin tell you?' 'Bugger liar, no she didn't tell me'&lt;/i&gt; (This shows how effective is Erin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Realized my mood was much better today? Well I am, Had a good sleep, no stress till tomorrow. Well, at least I had like, 2 days for my own? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-92874183?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/92874183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/92874183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92874183' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-92771448</id><published>2003-04-17T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T21:43:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;17/4/2003 6.52pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAD THINGS JUST COMES IN WAVES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sixpence None The Richer - Don't Dream it's Over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am so glad that I can actually listen to my winamp and not the damn voice over again. Still, the damn sound is still ringing in my head. &lt;i&gt;"Welcome to a new era of technology and bla bla bla..."&lt;/i&gt; I am just so sick of it. Yesterday, I was really, really and so so so damn close of breaking down in tears and wanna give up every single damn thing in this world just for a damn breath of fresh air and a stick of my lovely Dunhill cigarettes. The tension is rising, the stress is getting greater, the frustration is building up, the situation is code red, the mood around is BLACK and most devastatingly, time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Kids On The Block - I'll Be Loving You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel like talking much bout it anymore. No point. It's the past. Though I really hope that there's 48 hours in a day and that will so make my day. Anyway, once again, I really wanna apologize to every sinlge one of you who waited for me yesterday night, let it be in your own house, in the coffee bean or in Murni. I am just so sorry for making everyone of you wait and not showing up in the end. It is, not what I want. I have no option and there's no point explaining it. Just wanna say sorry. Pamela, Ezrin (Really Sorry), Izal, Darren, Jasemaine, Ck, Leng and Miew Teng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phill Collins &amp; Genesis - Another Day in Paradise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk about the sad things anymore. I've had enough of it. Time to go for a nice hotbath and dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-92771448?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/92771448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/92771448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92771448' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-92667853</id><published>2003-04-15T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T12:29:22.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;16/4/2003 3.12am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I think I've managed to survive through the emotional breakdown I had just couple of hours back. Didn't know how I did it actually, and as I gain my concious back, I thought hard again and finally I kinda figured out a solution and now i'm currently taking a break in the midst of rescuing the whole situation. Well, at least it is still not too late. I did sacrifice the time that I am suppose to use to do my other assignments but heck, at least I think i'm gonna get past this stage. Although i'm not exactly a religious person, and I have no belief in any particular religion, but I do believe that there is some greater one up there. Or maybe down. I believe that every religion is there for a reason. For certain type of people, god helps them get past certain stages of life when there is a great ammount of suffering and obstacles. It reliefs them from their pain and misery. For me, I don't always turn to god when i'm in need of help but I often ask him why. I guess everyone will eventually go through a chapter in their life where their patience and mental will will be put up to a great test and I am certainly glad that I have made it through this one. Well, maybe it wouldn't really mean that much to anyone who actually goes through what I've just had but it certainly is very depressing for me at one point. I thought of giving up, thought of letting go the whole damn shit and just do the things that I used to do. But hell, &lt;i&gt;if you want something done right, you just gotta do it yourself and when you're done with it, just leave it alone and don't regret it. Life is up &amp; down but mine's been what till now?&lt;/i&gt; It doesn't matter. Because i've crawled my butt up from hell and I turned this fucking shit around and I have no regrets. A great deal of success comes from a great deal of sacrifice. I guess this is true to a certain point. Although it is nothing but I would really like to thank my dear friends &lt;a href="http://redphayze.blog.o12.org"&gt;Ck&lt;/a&gt; and Jasemaine for their encouragement and for sharing their christianity thoughts with me when I was feeling really low just now. Well, It's back to work now and I will keep reminding myself &lt;i&gt;'Life is what it is; We can't change the way we are but most importantly, we can change the way we live our lives.'&lt;/i&gt; God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-92667853?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/92667853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/92667853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92667853' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-92657583</id><published>2003-04-15T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T09:19:32.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/b&gt;16/4/2003 12.05am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking hard now. This might be the end. I must think harder. What is wrong? Why can't I play the fucking mp3's that I've just converted from an audio cd? If I can't insert it to where I want it to be, that's it. That's very it. I've tried like fucking million times playing it. It just won't work. Now please tell me what the fuck is wrong? Why must this happen to me? I am already frustrated enough just by the fucking black out that happened earlier when I was doing my work. Yes, I didn't save my work and it is gone so I have to redo it. It's ok, I told myself. At least I will get things done eventually. Now that i've got another thing to do that happens to be like fucking 10 times much more important to do when my electricity is back, the GODDAMN THING JUST WON'T FUCKING WORK! Why!? What the fuck is wrong with this fucking computer? Noone has any idea just how fucking frustrated I am right now at this moment. I gave up. I just don't know what to do in order to play the files. I need to sleep. I'm tired and sleepy as well as feeling fucking sick due to this fucked up shits from satan's fucking bitchy hell. I can't sleep. Why? I HAVE to do this shit before morning comes or I will not have the chance and the time to. But how? How am I suppose to do it? I fucking check the net and noone can fucking gimme a fucking answer to my questions. Funny how I say that this shit is so important and here I am writing this shit. I have nomore idea what else I could do. So can't I even fucking release some mutha fucking stress on this page? Ok thanks. I need to smoke but I have no cigarrettes. If I drive out to get some now, i'd probably be dead before I reach centrepoint. My eyes will fucking close when i'm waiting at the traffic light. This is just too much. It's a fucking test from god? Yes, it is a fucking test. So I am suppose to be strong and face it? Yea fucking right. Face it and die. There's no excuse to it. Why give me this test? Why me? It is just fucking unfair. I've been through much fucking more than some people did. Honestly speaking. Why do I have to go through all this fucking shit again when I've decided to stand up again 3 years ago? Fuck it man. That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-92657583?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/92657583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/92657583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92657583' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260661.post-92639325</id><published>2003-04-15T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T02:05:23.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;15/4/2003 4.55pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dido - Here With Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, what a frustrating day... My group had a meeting just now in McDees Uptown and we were figuring out about the marketing plan for our assignment. Gladly, we came up with a few good ideas and its all about the execution now. Anyway, came home and checked my mail and guess what I saw? SARS in One Utama! Oh my fucking god, this is like, 2 kilometres away from my house? Apparently a worker in U2 or G200 was infected with SARS like, 10 days ago? Noone could tell me if it was real well, simply because even if it is real, the authorities will just try and cover it if he dies by saying that it's just some fatal heart problems. Yeah right, kiss my ASS you censor bitches out there who has nothing better to do than being able to read news much sooner than we do. Anyway, if the email appears to be true, I guess it is time for me to conceal myself in the house together with baby. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All Saints - Pure Shores&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh by the way, you guys should be wondering why am I not playing the goddamn Six whatever Richer song again right? Well, it is simply because I've just heard it in Jasemaine's car while on my way back. (Thanks Jase, for the ride =).) Before logging in, i've played it twice SO DO YOU STILL WANT ME TO FUCKING PLAY IT? Hehe, I can imagine your stucked up faces sitting infront of your monitor reading this. Muahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260661-92639325?l=posersean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/92639325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260661/posts/default/92639325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://posersean.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92639325' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762590943014889622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07026680080479792061'/></author></entry></feed>