<?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-32948949</id><updated>2011-10-18T04:56:27.994-07:00</updated><category term='Rant Rant'/><title type='text'>My World</title><subtitle type='html'>My lord my God, Thank you for all the blessings you have given to me, thank you for all the people you put in my life. Amen</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-3539851546476279320</id><published>2011-10-18T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T04:56:28.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its like screaming out for help beneath the ocean and hoping the little bubbles your making signal the sign of your drowning in the deep sea where there isn't a single soul to notice your cries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-3539851546476279320?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3539851546476279320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3539851546476279320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-like-screaming-out-for-help-beneath.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-5637727737842232587</id><published>2011-10-16T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T07:07:17.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow I still can't get rid of this feeling..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-5637727737842232587?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/5637727737842232587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/5637727737842232587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2011/10/somehow-i-still-cant-get-rid-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-3114159714692788936</id><published>2011-07-03T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T11:17:34.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its weird. Life.&lt;br /&gt;In the 18 plus years I've lived there is a baffling feeling to how I've come to this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived an eventful 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems have struck. But I have stuck on through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections to a broken mirror and the eyes of a blind bat.&lt;br /&gt;You soon realize that the world you see is not that of what you first thought to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its fine cause know that I see so much differently it is kind of refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in such a long time I truly learn that how happiness is a choice.&lt;br /&gt;To know that life has so much more to offer, that there is so much to live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on goes the road.&lt;br /&gt;The bend in the road.&lt;br /&gt;The way is clearer again.&lt;br /&gt;Just hit a rest stop at a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;No wrong in making a round trip.&lt;br /&gt;Better than running off the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better to live. A dull ache still throbs but it is a good reminder on things.&lt;br /&gt;So this precious lesson I've been taught will not be so easy to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to love myself like I've loved others.&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes to myself and to the world.&lt;br /&gt;To resolve the mysteries of life.&lt;br /&gt;To find the end of the intended road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a line I've heard before.&lt;br /&gt;To infinity and beyond. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A simple warm smile-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like the only thing I can do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-3114159714692788936?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3114159714692788936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3114159714692788936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-1117967861935329319</id><published>2011-02-08T19:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:27:09.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From the choice came a peace.&lt;br /&gt;From the peace comes a calm.&lt;br /&gt;From the calm is the storm.&lt;br /&gt;From the storm comes the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now is the beginning of the middle part of the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-1117967861935329319?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1117967861935329319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1117967861935329319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-choice-came-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-2763099663781606873</id><published>2010-11-09T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:02:05.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What can I do to make things change.&lt;br /&gt;Day by day it seems to just get gloomier.&lt;br /&gt;Will I regret. Most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he knocks do you answer?&lt;br /&gt;I said it once before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago it started.&lt;br /&gt;Will it end this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder what good can come from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Don't be sad. Be glad. This is the last. It was my choice in the end. My mistake to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-2763099663781606873?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/2763099663781606873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/2763099663781606873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-can-i-do-to-make-things-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-5844271741458570186</id><published>2010-11-09T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:09:40.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can feel myself drifting. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cause I've got a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause right now it can only get worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-5844271741458570186?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/5844271741458570186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/5844271741458570186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-can-feel-myself-drifting.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-4685452895655048372</id><published>2010-11-06T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T07:58:14.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whats your problem?&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself that question every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-4685452895655048372?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/4685452895655048372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/4685452895655048372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-your-problem-i-ask-myself-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-6258437038253726917</id><published>2010-11-06T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T05:38:35.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Naive. I wish I could be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an old man. Even though its been less than 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;214 months. 6517 days. 156 408 Hours. 9384480 minutes. 563068800 seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-6258437038253726917?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/6258437038253726917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/6258437038253726917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2010/11/naive.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-8273538121065942786</id><published>2010-11-05T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:41:44.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow I'll smile and let it go till I find something better to hold onto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-8273538121065942786?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/8273538121065942786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/8273538121065942786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2010/11/somehow-ill-smile-and-let-it-go-till-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-8965435485776046124</id><published>2010-11-05T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T06:14:00.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And still the wind blows. I don't mind you not seeing it. I don't mind you disregarding it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind a lot of things. I just mind myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would too if you somehow knew it was going to be wrong and still did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 things I see in my own actions and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Its quite dumb actually. Cause all of the fault is on me and I know it but somehow I'm wishing it would turn alright in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm afraid I'm gonna break that promise or rather the vow I made with you when I rose above that first wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of the growing colors beneath me. I don't know if I'm alone in this. I introspect too much I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they do see something but don't bother actually to really look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm either the world's greatest actor or the world's biggest idiot. I saw this a million miles away yet I walked this road. Did I actually want this somehow. This self-destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when you've been so used to the atrophy of life that it feels out of place to be happy. Or maybe I've forgot how being really truly happy felt. Maybe I need rest. I've always told myself I'll feel better after getting some rest. Or maybe I'm just a little Bi-polar with a mix of paranoia and depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always told myself I always bounce back. I've always told people I'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be like this. I always know but I always somehow end up pulling the trigger and let myself fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest idiot is the one who knows its a bottomless pit but still jumps into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caring heart. I've always hated to see the sadness in people. I somehow could always tell. But sometimes I didn't do anything. The times I tried I either failed or was just brushed away. Soon I somehow gave up. I was tired of see the sadness. So I closed my eyes for awhile. Decided to become a idiot. Just tried to live my life blindly. Ignorance is bliss I guess. After awhile I wanted to see again. I wanted to help. But somehow I lost a part of it. I still see somethings. I see a different degree. And now I wanna gorge my eyes out. At one point I gave up on myself. But I never gave up on people. Now I feel like I'm giving up on both. When I saw the sadness I could empathize with. When I saw the smile I tasted a little envy. I wish I could really smile like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could throw away all that I feel and let myself feel happy. I wish I could go into the past and tell myself. Maybe I could live without seeing, feeling and living this way. But that would be impossible so right now I'm wasting time and energy just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "heart" &amp;amp; "mind". Conflicts. Its not two things. Its about 3 or 4 and maybe 5. I wish I could just be simple and dumb sometimes. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much in this spiral of blackness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a liar. I'm a hypocrite. I know it. I see it. I wish it not. All the "I"s but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda lost in my ownself. But still somehow I know. A part of me always knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop but my mind still an ocean of thoughts. I always told myself not to think too much but still I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God you see me. You know me. And I kinda know you. I've always believed there was a reason behind it all. Something greater. The thing that gave me hope and reason for every second that ticks. For every breath I breathe. I just wish I would see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years down the road I'll laugh at this. Ten I'll write a book about this road.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; That's if I get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'll carry on. Until I get out of this shit hole. I hope I don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't think they understand. Where everything's meant to be broken. I just want you to know who I am. - Iris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Just maybe your gonna be the one who saves me - Wonderwall (random song I'm listening to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-8965435485776046124?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/8965435485776046124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/8965435485776046124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-still-wind-blows.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-6184784043873946927</id><published>2010-10-17T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T08:56:55.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blue.&lt;br /&gt;A way I can say how I feel some how.&lt;br /&gt;Just blue.&lt;br /&gt;Its a weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;There is the light blue. The dark blue but yet the sky which is blue seems so sad.&lt;br /&gt;The blue sea that seems so dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black is a darkness.&lt;br /&gt;White is a brightness.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow is a richness.&lt;br /&gt;Green is a naturalness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I see. Somehow I'm blind.&lt;br /&gt;If I can find.&lt;br /&gt;If I can feel.&lt;br /&gt;If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I don't think people see. Somehow I don't think people know.&lt;br /&gt;An expression. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Its like invisible Ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What would you do if you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-6184784043873946927?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/6184784043873946927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/6184784043873946927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2010/10/blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-3844731001732633778</id><published>2010-07-16T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T04:01:08.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>could you tell me why I feel the way I feel sometimes? Even I just don't understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-3844731001732633778?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3844731001732633778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3844731001732633778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/could-you-tell-me-why-i-feel-way-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-2237268993640521458</id><published>2010-06-16T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:24:49.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Camp</title><content type='html'>Something that should never be forgotten and never to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to really get it right and live it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made better friendships.. Got a little closer.. Set this heart right.. Fresh new anointing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats not to like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-2237268993640521458?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/2237268993640521458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/2237268993640521458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/church-camp.html' title='Church Camp'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-3864251022432123336</id><published>2010-05-02T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T10:42:14.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And he gave up..&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna hear your voice once again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-3864251022432123336?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3864251022432123336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3864251022432123336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-he-gave-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-2270755054753545290</id><published>2010-02-17T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:26:13.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Could you remind me of the time?&lt;br /&gt;So lost in this hours days nights..&lt;br /&gt;Drifting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you remind me of how I used to feel?&lt;br /&gt;How I could care and love so much?&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I remember the day I gave it all away?&lt;br /&gt;Just the time I wouldn't care so much..&lt;br /&gt;Crashing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came a flood washing over me.&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions tell tales of the Intentions behind the faces and the Hands reveals the Heart behind the Mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-2270755054753545290?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/2270755054753545290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/2270755054753545290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/could-you-remind-me-of-time-so-lost-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-5421597786850490393</id><published>2010-01-10T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:34:02.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering</title><content type='html'>2010. Still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not too long ago I was still like this and that.&lt;br /&gt;Now things have changed too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just going to rant about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond my reason and furthest from my vision.&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the world or the people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself over and over again not to feel this way but some how I always keep falling for the same thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time time time time time.. I wish I had more time.. Time to clear things up.. Time for my friends.. Time for myself and time to waste away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I wonder how did things suddenly just turn out like this.. Keep missing the way things were and soon I will miss everything else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel is simply retarded.. Making sense of the senseless and holding on to the transparent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I become so selfish? When did I stop being so selfless.. There was once a time I always told myself that it was better to have others happy then to myself so I decided to deny myself and to give it my best to others.. But now I'm like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing, hearing, feeling. Wanna close my eyes but afraid I will lose it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing I shall ask to everybody and anybody who reads this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU RUNNING FROM?&lt;br /&gt;It struck me really hard like a gunshot in the silent night. Made me wonder. What am I running from? What are you running from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fear so we run. We hurt so we run away. We do not know so we run. Will you be willing to confront it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just of the things that came to mind.. really tired. i should like slp now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-5421597786850490393?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/5421597786850490393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/5421597786850490393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-4239686061629299377</id><published>2010-01-01T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T04:50:15.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginnings</title><content type='html'>Wow.. Its 2010! wow.. Finally updating after like super super long! as promised i shall update after my attachment! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2009 comes to an end and 2010 comes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year has been a crazy ride on a roller coaster ride that seems to never end and can crash any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things has happen and I'm like pretty detached from things now a days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get things back together again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today being my last day of attachment I'm like finally free of one thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;Time do do stuff that I wasn't able to do in the next.... 2 days... wow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting soon again! Back to the hectic lifestyle of trying to get by week by week and no longer day by day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! shall post on all the happenings next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-4239686061629299377?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/4239686061629299377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/4239686061629299377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-beginnings.html' title='New beginnings'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-260459744829662343</id><published>2009-10-28T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:23:13.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life like the layout</title><content type='html'>even after giving everything you got to grab a hold of what you want one must prepare himself for the landing and keep holding on tightly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-260459744829662343?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/260459744829662343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/260459744829662343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-like-layout.html' title='Life like the layout'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-3168321096796221905</id><published>2009-10-17T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:26:33.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wondering....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling.. I hate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So distracting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope things will get better though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close yet so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-3168321096796221905?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3168321096796221905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3168321096796221905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-wondering.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-3513125561482377342</id><published>2009-09-26T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T07:59:30.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hurt and risk a scar or harden and risk never feeling again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-3513125561482377342?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3513125561482377342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3513125561482377342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/09/hurt-and-risk-scar-or-harden-and-risk.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-1689865351252082247</id><published>2009-09-24T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:39:30.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life should be like a layout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go for it and give it all you got to catch what you want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more worried you are about the landing the more likely you will hurt yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-1689865351252082247?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1689865351252082247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1689865351252082247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-should-be-like-layout-just-go-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-5268382976188047294</id><published>2009-09-16T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:11:13.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>Its been a super super long time since I've last posted anything on this blog..&lt;br /&gt;Guess things have been pretty busy-ish lately and time just goes out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Because with one look you can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are ever changing and I cant seem to be able to keep track of them. I've changed, my friends changed, my family changed and even the surroundings have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just not the sort who is used to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just one look..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just really dislike the person whom I am becoming. Don't wanna be like this. Wish I could go back to the way I used to be, a caring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happen in life that through learning from my mistakes and taking the counter measures have turn up with new problems and through those new problems I miss the way I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From trying to understand everything things have never been so clear yet so hard to see. Black and white is becoming the shades of gray and the rainbow in the sky is becoming duller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know why I feel the way I feel. Just wanna know why I feel this aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all share the same sky yet not all of us can see the sun shining through the darkest cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the warmth came the burning and from the cold came the freezing. Wish I can find the place where there is a balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my emotions I made stupid decisions and did stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my mind I made the "smart" ones but the heart turn cold and solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel, just not the way I used to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be the one who could picture the sun even through the darkest storm where even the lightning struck me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point in brooding but sometimes its always better to let it out I once said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-5268382976188047294?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/5268382976188047294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/5268382976188047294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/09/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-2991831061268677781</id><published>2009-07-17T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:41:53.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The hero always gets the girl and has the happy endings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But i'm anit no hero..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love? Nah... nothing close to that.. My heart is running wild yet again.. too careless.. dun ever wanna make the same stupid mistake again.. should be slping now.. comp starts in 7 hrs and i must report in 6hrs.. crap.. hope i can make it thru tmr.. screwed up person me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-2991831061268677781?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/2991831061268677781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/2991831061268677781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/07/hero-always-gets-girl-and-has-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-3459749174650860892</id><published>2009-07-01T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:26:08.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored people do dumb things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired people do dumb things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb people do dumb things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your all of the above do you do dumb things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb + Dumb + Dumb = ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha.. just all of the above so  i decided to type that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering whats going to happen.. First time in a long time I'm actually doing something in this area.. I've kept wandering.. Kept looking but some how this don't feel right.. Maybe your just curious.. Maybe I'm just curious.. Life is pretty interesting but I'm a boring person.. So what do you get when a boring person lives an interesting life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder wonder why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this words, Maybe I'll try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant rant... hahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter can be so hollow and meaning less yet be a beautiful melody..&lt;br /&gt;Eyes can shine so bright and filled with promise yet so dark and empty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm once a again wondering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest.. Maybe that's all I need..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here? Why did he put me here? All these problems, theres gotta be a reason.. I'm always seeking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look left look right.. Up down left right.. Sight and perceptions.. What are all of these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing through infinity is not something a person can see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's angle.. The unattainable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why I'm even bother to write.. I can keep writing all this rubbish.. The subcon mind is so mysterious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id Ego SuperEgo&lt;br /&gt;Devil - me - Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is just another self-defense for anxiety? Possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can keep typing on forever but here I am still wondering what am I doing.. Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-3459749174650860892?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3459749174650860892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3459749174650860892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/07/bored-people-do-dumb-things-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-1122022835295541567</id><published>2009-06-25T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:04:24.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow is my last day of attachment! finally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-1122022835295541567?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1122022835295541567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1122022835295541567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/tomorrow-is-my-last-day-of-attachment.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-7805251205869402450</id><published>2009-06-23T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:53:39.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One cant stay down forever, he has to stand up and keep going.. after falling so many times i should have already learn this lesson but everytime things keep getting worse and more complicated den the last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met an interesting patient, looking at his life made me wonder a little too.. Nice guys finish last? possible.. What does being nice and everything get you? The joy of helping someone.. I know that feeling.. Going out an extra limp for someone is not always the easiest thing to do but still, there is still a joy in doing that no matter the price.. Is one willing to sacrifice so much for so little in return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man such as myself does not know how to really help.. Being me I just listen.. Up till now I still do not know what does listening do to help although it does release the pressure a little which I hope actually happens but I wouldn't really know would I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old me was so much nicer.. So much more trusting.. So much more than what I currently am.. Yet in a sense the old me was so much more unreal, a individual such as what I once was cannot successfully function in the modern day society or any in that matter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice? In the past I always though I was very insincere as doing some stuff didn't mean much to me so as compared to though who took alot of effort just to do what I would do.. That is really a sacrifice in itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now doing this and that seems so much more taxing than what it used to seem. Now at the other end of the spectrum it would seem that those who do good like it doesn't mean too much are really "wow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is simple yet so messy, God I hate romance novels.. They can be so stupid sometimes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-7805251205869402450?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7805251205869402450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7805251205869402450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-cant-stay-down-forever-he-has-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-7536248100256288353</id><published>2009-06-22T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:03:58.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a first? maybe not a first but some where along those lines.. keep telling myself the same thing.. i know whats good whats bad but still i just keep doing the same thing.. but sometimes doing the right thing isn't the best thing to do.. so confusing crap.. haha.. but at least after this episode things would either get alot better or just hell lot worse.. just hope things turn out for the better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... What makes a nice guy nice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-7536248100256288353?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7536248100256288353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7536248100256288353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was-first-maybe-not-first-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-10022412768962868</id><published>2009-06-18T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:03:40.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Afraid my heart will give out half-way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-10022412768962868?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/10022412768962868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/10022412768962868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/afraid-my-heart-will-give-out-half-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-4680554460120294292</id><published>2009-06-11T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:11:54.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things I kept hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things Unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things Unheard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many broken promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people I've meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've masked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many lies I've said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many disappointments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm still here breathing and well to make things right again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your prayers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-4680554460120294292?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/4680554460120294292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/4680554460120294292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-things-i-kept-hidden-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-7163371980609899496</id><published>2009-06-11T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T06:53:54.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory." - Rita Mae Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from some random persons blog and thought I should be veh happy a person but don't seem so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im apparently extremely tired after months of lack of sleep and constant state of relative busy-ness.. Dunno how long more I can take this before i drop dead or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life so far has gotten pretty interesting as things keep changing and as I'm exposed to new things.. But at the same time its burning me dry as I have quite a few commitments that of which I have to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that God will some how make a way for me as I go through this troublesome time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on letting my heart wander and unguarded.. Think another problem is rising and this time things keep getting harder and harder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By God alone will I make it through the day cause I can't live for myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-7163371980609899496?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7163371980609899496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7163371980609899496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-of-keys-to-happiness-is-bad-memory.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-3680098641699304867</id><published>2009-06-09T00:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:58:50.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unleash the mugger!&lt;br /&gt;(for now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-3680098641699304867?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3680098641699304867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3680098641699304867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/unleash-mugger-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-7540018926761557609</id><published>2009-06-02T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:09:42.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world has never been so clear&lt;br /&gt;Yet so blur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a place to rest my head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-7540018926761557609?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7540018926761557609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7540018926761557609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/world-has-never-been-so-clear-yet-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-1772215005216711316</id><published>2009-04-29T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T06:10:41.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant Rant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When one says "He is at his limits"&lt;br /&gt;The other will say "No"&lt;br /&gt;When one says "He is not going to make it"&lt;br /&gt;The other says "No"&lt;br /&gt;When one says "He is stumbling"&lt;br /&gt;Others say "No.."&lt;br /&gt;When one says "He has fallen"&lt;br /&gt;The others will say silent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till he decides to stand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why be content with less when you can be so much more?&lt;br /&gt;Why lie there when you can be somewhere better?&lt;br /&gt;Why just push the line when you can overcome it?&lt;br /&gt;Why stay the same when there is so much more ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is more than just a run..&lt;br /&gt;Life is more than just living..&lt;br /&gt;Life was given so we could show the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is seeing "How we can solve our problems"&lt;br /&gt;Do you still look to God to see how he can solve them..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he lets us have this problem so we would learn to trust him.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe we just got to wake up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. are you going to take the stand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-1772215005216711316?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1772215005216711316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1772215005216711316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-one-says-his-at-limits-other-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-307611510907646165</id><published>2009-04-26T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:38:29.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I met you some other day some other time and maybe in some other life..Things might be better..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-307611510907646165?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/307611510907646165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/307611510907646165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-met-you-some-other-day-some-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-1893225951651252085</id><published>2009-02-25T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:00:52.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decode (1) - Mdvpml!</title><content type='html'>Nfd ass epf jdljsl C vhosm xd vhyiomndrm a ndihymss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhb, C'wf vhzh ijvp a shyo bbf nplz phb C eifm eh xd.&lt;br /&gt;Ce ci ddcssf a zdod mfnnjdnyvt ndlz phb C eifm eh xd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C vby'e xdsljwn C'z ieiss pddh, C bhymjd phb C vhsm ijdwown nfd ih shyo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mfm C xdvpzl vhsmhd fde aocly..&lt;br /&gt;Pbwh C mfiedyvp zfihsn aocly ndlz bwfdfxbmf?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-1893225951651252085?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1893225951651252085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1893225951651252085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/decode-1-mdvpml.html' title='Decode (1) - Mdvpml!'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-1473565553516060359</id><published>2009-02-18T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:42:22.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just felt like writing something</title><content type='html'>I wish i could just go back to the time where i could wander into time and just stare into the endless dark nights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least den i knew i was alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-1473565553516060359?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1473565553516060359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1473565553516060359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-felt-like-writing-something.html' title='Just felt like writing something'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-5600999974675104604</id><published>2009-01-18T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:49:04.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD!</title><content type='html'>This blog is really dead =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Joyan! Can't find the right things to post about youth camp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this blog is dead like somethings in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might ever revive this blog if I go learn some digital CPR or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to all those who actually read this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SamTan&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for the last time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-5600999974675104604?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/5600999974675104604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/5600999974675104604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2009/01/dead.html' title='DEAD!'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-4089040208061926055</id><published>2008-12-13T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:28:02.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my december..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.. haha.. now the bad songs keeps playing back into my head xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;december.. its the time for festive joys and celebration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i  guess its just another year like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every year I fall back into it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 5th time already.. im gonna die la after tis.. so tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart just cant keep going like tis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess u made the darkest and brightest parts of my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will never change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i hate the feelings i left behind in the music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the dark and sad times.. i wanna be happy for real this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i keep falling down at this point.. dont think it would be possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its so easy to smile yet so hard to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im suppose 2 go slp now.. for like awhile ago.. guess i cant really slp till i get rid of tis... many slpless nights to come... soooo sad.... but i cant believe its happens every year.. man im a screwed up person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least I had fun these past few days =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-4089040208061926055?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/4089040208061926055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/4089040208061926055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-my-december.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-7926947321896020898</id><published>2008-12-04T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:49:49.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a happy sad person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a paradox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A contradiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foolish wise men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is wiser? The one who knows whats for the best yet does the worse or the ignorant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sees in a different angle of life..&lt;br /&gt;Some of these overlap, some are in totally different directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perception..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can be happy.. But I'm sad?&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a choice?&lt;br /&gt;Love is a choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the world&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in heavenly peace&lt;br /&gt;The angels did say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalaaaa... The Christmas mood xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just guess its a different meaning for me..&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. I know the end of the road.. But I still walk it..&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm the biggest fool.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-7926947321896020898?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7926947321896020898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7926947321896020898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-happy-sad-person-im-paradox.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-7608374674089335413</id><published>2008-11-29T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:07:07.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this a dream?</title><content type='html'>- This has to be a dream -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, this has to be a dream -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Then we should wake up if we close our eyes, right? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, we will!.. I hope... -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why do I always have to screw up my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was all a dream, I think I will die in the end of it xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-7608374674089335413?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7608374674089335413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7608374674089335413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-this-dream.html' title='Is this a dream?'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-316553721146175832</id><published>2008-11-25T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:51:47.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;My friends are&lt;/strong&gt; good and nice people =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I am listening&lt;/strong&gt; to the birds and cricket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Maybe I should &lt;/strong&gt;take my guitar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;strong&gt; I love&lt;/strong&gt; - hmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;My plan&lt;/strong&gt; is to grow old and die then go to heaven =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;I don't understand&lt;/strong&gt; why the world is the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;I lost&lt;/strong&gt; a lot already in this lifetime =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;People say&lt;/strong&gt; random things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;strong&gt; I am missing&lt;/strong&gt; sleep, food, water.. all the basic essentials so I think I may just die from lack of water or something one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Love means &lt;/strong&gt;alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Somewhere, someone&lt;/strong&gt; - can I change the someone to somehow? It reminds me of a song! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;I am always searching for&lt;/strong&gt; something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Forever seems&lt;/strong&gt; not too far off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;I never want to live&lt;/strong&gt; a life of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;My mobile phone is&lt;/strong&gt; soooomeewheeere over the raaainbow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;When i wake up in the morning&lt;/strong&gt; I try to get myself off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;I get annoyed when&lt;/strong&gt; - Thats a good question let me think abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Parties are&lt;/strong&gt; fun.. I guess xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Hugs or kisses?&lt;/strong&gt; How about both? or none at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Today &lt;/strong&gt;I will go calvin's house later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt; I will go do the lights at church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;strong&gt;. I really want&lt;/strong&gt; to get my life back into shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; shall skip this question =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;What is your phone brand?&lt;/strong&gt; Sony Ericsson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;What are the last three digits of your phone number? &lt;/strong&gt;97654(053)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;What does the second message in your inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt; Quote Quote "L0ls.ya yabusy with papaya.l0ls.rhymes rite?" random?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.&lt;strong&gt; Who was the last person you rang?&lt;/strong&gt; My mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;Who was the last missed call from?&lt;/strong&gt; Mr.Derek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;What does the oldest message in your inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt; Quote Quote "Meet at west mall Mrt. 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Who comes up after J?&lt;/strong&gt; K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.&lt;strong&gt; Go to your sent messages- What does the tenth message say?&lt;/strong&gt; Quote Quote "Hmmm.. Your house ah? Or somewhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;Who is your network provider?&lt;/strong&gt; M1 =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;How many messages are there in your inbox?&lt;/strong&gt; Don't ask me to count! lazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;Who do you have on speed dial 3?&lt;/strong&gt; Tarzan is handsome Tarzan is strong go listen to the jungle song! (random lyrics in my head!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.&lt;strong&gt; If you are on prepaid card, how much credit do you have?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope! no no PP card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;Who's the first person who comes up after C&lt;/strong&gt;? If its AFTER C? Daniel Chan whom I have no idea who's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;What do you have as your main ringtone?&lt;/strong&gt; Erm.. I'm lazy to check..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;strong&gt;Pass this quiz to ten people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.I'm lazy to think of names! So if you see this! wahahhaha! you must do! xO I dun care xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-316553721146175832?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/316553721146175832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/316553721146175832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-222758282191974827</id><published>2008-11-25T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:45:54.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the super dead blog of Samuel Tan! So bored bored bored! well not really.. Me wanna go sleep soon but felt like posting something to save my blog from a terrible and horrible death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in the morning I had nothing to do till josiah asked me to go over his house which I did at around 1.30pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach there watch him play a little cs, played a little dota and den played a little GUNZ!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josiah at first kept dying in the beginning of the quest mode but after tt he became alot better and could solo some of the missions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know it was so late when I left his house which was around 10.40pm? LATE much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home and now im just doing nothing! after i finish this i will go take a shower den go ZzzzZzzzzZZzzZZzZzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Sad I didn't go the fresh fire conference.. Reasons why? Its Complicated (TradeMark by Friendster) haha! ( But not the relationship status) but Its just Complicated! cause I'm A Complicated but Bored person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess im missing alot of things but i guess its natural.. think i might have like seasonal depression or something xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not say sad or emo now but just a little weird?! it might be a post O lvl thing or something but I dunno.. just this feeling i cant shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i lack sleep? worked last time but dunno abt now! never know till i try! Yay! I wrote a slightly long post for my standards! =D cant compare to some people though xD they own la the lengths of their post and i cant do the Quiz cause i cant see it in the blog animore D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing off!&lt;br /&gt;-SIGH- ( &lt;---- Its EXTREMELY BIG a SIGH )&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-222758282191974827?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/222758282191974827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/222758282191974827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-7036343075566555096</id><published>2008-11-14T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:14:46.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Blues</title><content type='html'>It just hit me.. All the things that happened in my life.. It was always during that time of year.. The weird dreams are back... The old buried stuff always comes back.. Reminds me of the Ghost of Christmas Past.. Didn't think it was such a sub-con thing.. Sometimes I just forget all the things I've been through.. I still know them.. Felt them.. But always at this point of time the time of Unrest come.. Although I've already change so much I don't know how things will turn up.. Don't know this strange darkness that haunts me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh Got I hate This Time of Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder if I know myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just afraid of myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.E.A.R - If the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom, what of the fear of self?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-7036343075566555096?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7036343075566555096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7036343075566555096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-blues.html' title='December Blues'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-534018346484562594</id><published>2008-11-11T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T06:27:09.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT HAS ENDED~!!~!~!!~!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally after sooooo long! ok la! not really that long but long enough! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up at 6am to get ready for school as the LAST paper is a morning one which starts at 8am which means reach there early = reach at 7.30am soo i reach early early at roughly 7am cause my mom fetch me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat ard, talk revise and until around 7.40am we started heading up to the classrooms for the exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.55am exam starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-scribble scribble scribble-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lubber lubber lubber-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.40am finishes paper and checks thru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.55am ==&gt; Please stop writing and hand in your answer scripts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.am ==&gt; You may exit the room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wnet over zhen hao hse 2 b.net a little and cut hair wif nat while zh dyes his hair alittle although i cant say i see much diff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left his hse at ard 11++ den head hoome bathe and change den met at 1pm at bukit but was 10mins late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the long way on MRT to cathey due to some misconception and took a cab to cieny or how u spell it cause i dont knw how cuz we were really really hungry and buffet at suki sushi or something like tt! ate lots although still could eat a little more before we left den arcade a little b4 going watch 007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad show but almost fell aslp cuz was really tired! went home by bus although took awhile and got home! nice day! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-534018346484562594?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/534018346484562594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/534018346484562594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-has-ended.html' title='IT HAS ENDED~!!~!~!!~!!!'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-6662600397036178508</id><published>2008-11-06T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:47:10.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its always a new day</title><content type='html'>And theres always a new tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the guy who adapts to change.. I can be who I want to be.. For the people you love you have to sacrifice a little of yourself.. I've change so much.. Oh the irony.. I used to think people like me are very insincere cause doing "good" was very easy.. But now I think people who do that are wow.. Think theres gonna be something weird going down.. All the things I take I would take em all for a reason.. Life has so much more to offer then this.. Eternity is just knocking on.. What is life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so "positive" right now.. I'm a weird person.. Sometimes I couldn't care less but O how things have changed xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In the light I hide =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would say they know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-6662600397036178508?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/6662600397036178508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/6662600397036178508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-always-new-day.html' title='Its always a new day'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-8766017368643009793</id><published>2008-10-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:56:12.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching</title><content type='html'>I didn't know I was looking.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still searching.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all these times I still don't know what I'm looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-8766017368643009793?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/8766017368643009793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/8766017368643009793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/10/searching.html' title='Searching'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-8001262403646246089</id><published>2008-10-13T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:14:37.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25th Post!!</title><content type='html'>My first O lvl related examination is in like 3 days time. I'm a little sick too, very sian la.. but ya.. just decided to post something before going to bed, its a little late but have trouble sleeping again.. but im content cuz i manage to do sum work =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently cavell's &amp;amp; jon's 21th bday occurred and quite a party was held to celebrate which both and another small gathering i attended, tis it what i believe to have lead to my decline in health and i haf no idea why im typing so like tis-ish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thinking back a little I've notice a huge change in me over this span of a year and beyond, its surprising how one little examination can make a person change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the O lvls coming in, i think im prone to stress related sicknesses and other as seen from young till now.. Maybe i just got a weak immunity system or just lack rest which i will be getting sum soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-8001262403646246089?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/8001262403646246089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/8001262403646246089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/10/25th-post.html' title='25th Post!!'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-1755991127778886414</id><published>2008-09-20T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T06:50:32.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubling</title><content type='html'>Its scary to looking into the mirror and not recognize the person standing on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A image in a mirror is virtual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Too much physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-1755991127778886414?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1755991127778886414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1755991127778886414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/09/troubling.html' title='Troubling'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-8314641453862289525</id><published>2008-09-10T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:32:30.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Of This Blog, Samuel's Blog&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace&lt;br /&gt;NOW till When I feel like waking the dead or after Os&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-8314641453862289525?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/8314641453862289525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/8314641453862289525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/09/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-3371237278556183765</id><published>2008-08-24T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T07:23:59.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder wonder Wonder</title><content type='html'>how easy to lose sight of things.. how easy is it to fall out, how easy is it to fall into.. wad am i becoming.. looking into the mirror i can almost no longer recognize myself, what am i turning into.. things are rather empty 4 i know i am lacking.. living life thru so much emptiness.. come back.. but my legs wont move..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps Alvin's msg 2 day was veh gd and reflective and can see to be very personal a msg.. talks abt things and stuff.. shld listen 2 it well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me think abt stuff.. although i kinda forgot wad kinda stuff cuz im quite tired now.. gonna go slp soon.. but im suppose 2 do a quiz which im quite lazy 2 do... ok! shall be a little more hardworking a person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quiz from joyan!&lt;br /&gt;[1]The person who passed you this quiz&lt;br /&gt;joyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2]Your relationship with him/her&lt;br /&gt;friend, teacher and student =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3]Your 5 impressions of him/her&lt;br /&gt;1.Smart person&lt;br /&gt;2.Chinese pro!&lt;br /&gt;3.GUITARIST!!&lt;br /&gt;4.hardworking lazy person?&lt;br /&gt;5.she is a human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4]The most memorable thing he/she has done for you&lt;br /&gt;well.. i cant reali remember? me got bad memory =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5]The most memorable words he/she said to you&lt;br /&gt;well.. tt 2 i cant remember? but the last thing she said 2 me so far just now was sry g2g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6]If he/she becomes your lover&lt;br /&gt;hmmm? love her as a sis in christ alrdy lor xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7]If he/she becomes your lover, what he/she should improve on&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm? i dunno? GUITAR skills!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8]if he/she becomes your enemy&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, doubt tt would happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9]if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason would be&lt;br /&gt;erm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10]The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is&lt;br /&gt;to learn chinese from her! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11]Your overall impression of him/her is&lt;br /&gt;a nice nice nice person! see how many times i use the nice word.. so must be reali nice! so nice i dunno wad else 2 write xD hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12]How do you think people around you would feel about you&lt;br /&gt;well.. i got no idea xD ask them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13]Characteristics you love about yourself are&lt;br /&gt;cuz im uniquely me xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14]On the contrary, the characteristics you hate about yourself are&lt;br /&gt;lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15]The most ideal person you want to be is&lt;br /&gt;who ever God wants me to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16]For people that care and like you, say something to them&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU! wahahhaha! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17]Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you&lt;br /&gt;1.cal&lt;br /&gt;2.justin&lt;br /&gt;3.choc&lt;br /&gt;4.joyce&lt;br /&gt;5.joyan! xP&lt;br /&gt;6.andrew&lt;br /&gt;7.nemo :)&lt;br /&gt;8.gera&lt;br /&gt;9.ben&lt;br /&gt;10.Mr.Popperby! wahahahhaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18]Is number 6 having a relationship at the moment? (Mr.Drew or Andrew)&lt;br /&gt;maybe?? i dunno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19]Is number 9 male or female? (Benja)&lt;br /&gt;male? not saMUEL but stilla male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20]If number 7 and 10 are together, would that be a good thing? ( Claire and Joel)&lt;br /&gt;YES!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21]How about number 8 and 5? ( Joyan &amp;amp; Gera )&lt;br /&gt;WOW! tt would be nice xDD heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22]What is number 2 studying? (Justin or rather Dustbin)&lt;br /&gt;Hacking for Dummies 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23]When was the last time you had a chat with number 3? (Choc)&lt;br /&gt;just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24]What kind of music band just number  8 likes?&lt;br /&gt;Paramore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25]Does number 1 have siblings? (Calvin)&lt;br /&gt;yes! crazy sisters infact xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26]Is number 7 the sexiest girl in the universe? ( nemo )&lt;br /&gt;YAYAY! hahah xD jkjkjkjk how can say my supposely straight son sexy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27]Do you think its possible if number 4 &amp;amp; 5 date each other? (Joyce and Joyan)&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm? anything is possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28]Say something more about number 6 (Andrew)&lt;br /&gt;Crazy nice guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29]Whats your relationship with number 9? (Ben)&lt;br /&gt;friend xDyayay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30]List all the schools that number 1 to 10 are in/previous ones&lt;br /&gt;NJC, ACSI, JJC, SP, Nanyang, Crescent, HGSS, MGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[31]What would you do if number 10 hates you? (Joel)&lt;br /&gt;oh noes!! i haf no clue.. can u give me 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[32]Which of the 10 people are in a relationship..&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[33]How did you first meet 3? (Choc)&lt;br /&gt;cell? cant remember? CCIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[34]How would you react if Number 3 and number 10 liked each other? (Joel and Choc)&lt;br /&gt;ooooo! coool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[35]What would you do if number 4 tells you she is pregnant? (Joyce)&lt;br /&gt;-stun-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-3371237278556183765?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3371237278556183765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/3371237278556183765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/wonder-wonder-wonder.html' title='Wonder wonder Wonder'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-9027808382786187732</id><published>2008-08-17T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:31:05.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala</title><content type='html'>its sunday! and time passes soo fast... too fast in fact =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had a small "guitar fellowship" but mostly onli me and josiah were playing anithing.. need more ppl!! so bring ur guitars ppl =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! after tt played a round of dota which wasn't too bad la.. had sum fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my grandmom is staying over at my hse 2day 4 a few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dun wanna feel tis way&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan history to repeat itself&lt;br /&gt;but all im looking for is ur happiness..&lt;br /&gt;could i ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tmr is sch =[ soooo sad.. oral coming up! and just remember im suppose 2 do a quiz which im super duper lazy 2 do! awww D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall do it sum other time den xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-9027808382786187732?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/9027808382786187732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/9027808382786187732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/lalala.html' title='Lalala'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-1014088823017804546</id><published>2008-08-10T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T06:21:38.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Of This</title><content type='html'>A young boy at a tender age of 11 years old was pondering about the things in life, he was thinking of how his life has been, all the things that lead him to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day for the boy was like no other yet like every other, he like all other families had a father and a mother. Like most families they were a couple, although not a very happy couple they were a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friends were like all other kids in primary school who had a normal childhood and had normal parents, they were rather good kids as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this young boy was sitting on the edge of the window, his eyes held sorrow which few understood, he wore a aura of sorrow which held contained and subdue but this was a rather disturbing sight indeed. Although his eyes held no tears he was pondering what would happen after death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there emptiness? Would he go to heaven? Questions and questions continued to pour into his head wondering where or what would happen to him if he were to take the last step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he stood up to the window where it would be his next step would spell the end of his mortal existence, something held him back, like a whisper in the winds, something held him back, some one reminded him, some one gave him a special feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was alone, alone in this physical plane. There was nobody in the room, not a person to comfort him but still, something stopped him from taking the jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt a feeling that was being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;, he felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a step back and continued with life till now he still living and breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a fellow man.&lt;br /&gt;He is still alive till this day.&lt;br /&gt;Please show a little more love in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for all the lost and unloved.&lt;br /&gt;Please have the courage to act.&lt;br /&gt;And the heart to love a little more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-1014088823017804546?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1014088823017804546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1014088823017804546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/world-of-this.html' title='World Of This'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-5451245616042112061</id><published>2008-08-08T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T03:10:39.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz im afraid rite now</title><content type='html'>life seems to reali play tricks on u.. dunno wads gonna happen.. hope nothing big.. hope im just thinking 2 much again.. cuz the way things are going.. i dunno wads gonna happen... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i reali feel like running away from tis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday!&lt;br /&gt;national day celebration.. going 2 sch was soooo pointless and dumb.. haha.. waste time la.. but the performences were not too baddd... for my sch standard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;why am i still here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out with sum parade thingy which was held in the parade squ while we were in the hall so we saw the proceedings thru a vid cam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;where is the love i once had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tt we had sum NE quiz thingy which involved 1 repi from all lvls from opal to topaz.. was quite funny all the things.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i need a little more loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den afterwards the more nice nice performs of sorts like a hiphop dance routine thingy and a skit.. den the was a grp jukebox ppl thingy.. they are quite gd i think although got alot of room for improvement.. dun think my guitar is tt gd either but ya.. haha.. fun 2 play in a band =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;save me if its worth saving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt just kill time kill time den set off.. wahahha.. end so early... wanted 2 go do something but nobody reply me or anithing so just stuck at home slacking.. boring of sorts... shall just guitar away time and observe tis funny song called zombie by Cranberries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-5451245616042112061?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/5451245616042112061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/5451245616042112061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/cuz-im-afraid-rite-now.html' title='Cuz im afraid rite now'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-5819251901787228873</id><published>2008-08-03T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:28:16.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are You</title><content type='html'>B                         A&lt;br /&gt;Where Are You?&lt;br /&gt;              G                E&lt;br /&gt;I am Lost, all alone (I am here)&lt;br /&gt;B                         A&lt;br /&gt;Where Are You?&lt;br /&gt;          G     E&lt;br /&gt;I am cold, in this world  (Can you feel me?)&lt;br /&gt;B                          A&lt;br /&gt;Where Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy 2 write out the rest, still in its composing stages! wahahha! any ideas or critics just say! know it sounds a little emo but its suppose 2 be! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things 2 write abt! watched the dark knight! can say the best show i watch the WHOLE year! sooo nice! sad sia tt keth died! no more pro pro acting joker! =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniway, went for FOP ytd and Fri! para band and reuben was gd! love the preacher! hes such a nice guy! shall talk more abt them later cuz im lazy 2 write stuff now! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-5819251901787228873?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/5819251901787228873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/5819251901787228873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-are-you.html' title='Where are You'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-1187343659887244925</id><published>2008-07-22T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:51:54.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are so many of them</title><content type='html'>So many of these people.&lt;br /&gt;So many of those who try to hide&lt;br /&gt;Those who seek comfort yet shun it&lt;br /&gt;Those who cry out but hide in themselves&lt;br /&gt;Would we understand each other&lt;br /&gt;Somethings are just like that&lt;br /&gt;What can we do to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a hope&lt;br /&gt;But there is only one&lt;br /&gt;Only one person who can heal all those wounds&lt;br /&gt;Would you really lay your life down&lt;br /&gt;I doubt so..&lt;br /&gt;But then again, humans are unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;We hide under all these things.&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all looking for something&lt;br /&gt;To take away the pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-1187343659887244925?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1187343659887244925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1187343659887244925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-are-so-many-of-them.html' title='There are so many of them'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-366339316662131244</id><published>2008-07-21T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:52:59.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I remember when we used to laugh about nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;It was better than going mad&lt;br /&gt;From trying to solve all the problems we're going through&lt;br /&gt;Forget 'em all&lt;br /&gt;Cause on those nights we would stand and never fall&lt;br /&gt;Together we faced it all&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we'd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to have nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay up late and we'd talk all night&lt;br /&gt;In the dark room lit by the TV light&lt;br /&gt;Through all the hard times in my life&lt;br /&gt;Those nights kept me alive&lt;br /&gt;We'd listen to the radio play all night&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to go home to another fight&lt;br /&gt;Through all the hard times in my life&lt;br /&gt;Those night kept me alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we used to drive anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;As long as we'd forget our lives&lt;br /&gt;We were so young and confused&lt;br /&gt;That we didn't know to laugh or cry&lt;br /&gt;Those nights were ours&lt;br /&gt;They will live and never die&lt;br /&gt;Together we'd stand forever&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we'd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i wanna love and be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay up late and we'd talk all night&lt;br /&gt;In the dark room lit by the TV light&lt;br /&gt;Through all the hard times in my life&lt;br /&gt;Those nights kept me alive&lt;br /&gt;We'd listen to the radio play all night&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to go home to another fight&lt;br /&gt;Through all the hard times in my life&lt;br /&gt;Those night kept me alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i guess im alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those nights belong to us&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with us&lt;br /&gt;Those nights belong to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we used to laugh&lt;br /&gt;And now i wish those nights would last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay up late and we'd talk all night&lt;br /&gt;In the dark room lit by the TV light&lt;br /&gt;Through all the hard times in my life&lt;br /&gt;Those nights kept me alive&lt;br /&gt;We'd listen to the radio play all night&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to go home to another fight&lt;br /&gt;Through all the hard times in my life&lt;br /&gt;Those night kept me alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;im changing yet again.. can u save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay up late and we'd talk all night&lt;br /&gt;In the dark room lit by the TV light&lt;br /&gt;Through all the hard times in my life&lt;br /&gt;Those nights kept me alive&lt;br /&gt;We'd listen to the radio play all night&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to go home to another fight&lt;br /&gt;Through all the hard times in my life&lt;br /&gt;Those night kept me alive&lt;br /&gt;Those nights belong to us&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;if im even worth it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LM4RaalpA9w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to tis song can just break me down to tears sumtimes..&lt;br /&gt;i miss those nights&lt;br /&gt;in all the hard times in my life&lt;br /&gt;those nights kept me alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-366339316662131244?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/366339316662131244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/366339316662131244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/those-nights.html' title='Those Nights'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-4801857481901912750</id><published>2008-07-17T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:25:36.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>All those words. I've changed yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Becoming the man I wish I wouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;Where is the heart I once had&lt;br /&gt;Where did the happiness I once gained&lt;br /&gt;All into this stony wall&lt;br /&gt;It seems even time can conquer the hardest and coldest of hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-4801857481901912750?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/4801857481901912750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/4801857481901912750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-1070770317632412266</id><published>2008-07-14T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T05:17:57.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh*</title><content type='html'>been awhile since i last updated xD wahahaha! shall update 4 once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sum stupid thing at sch happen 2day... apparently it involved a bunch of girls...........&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of bags............................. one guy.................&lt;br /&gt;and welcome our main star attraction or rather repulsion! the LIZARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Apparently as recess ended the class was just being a normal class would den me and sum of the guys saw tis black thingy on the floor moving.. as we tried to tell some of the girls tt there was a lizard ard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After moments of nothingness they begun 2 react.. which was after confusion and stuff.. den peshi who i think is reali afraid of lizards was like screaming and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It started 2 crawl up into ppls bags and stuff.. den coleen was like on the chairs wif a broom.. super funny la.. the best was when ezan walked into class and tot the lizard was a cockroach which he was afraid of... his reaction was super funny.. me and yong siang was laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally my Mr.Tan came and saved the day by getting it wif the broom and swept it away after it managed to crawl up sum other random places..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the random thing of the day xD~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a mock test at the end of sch.. dun think i will do veh well.. got so many thingy to do now.. so troublesome.. guess its the life of the sec 4 student.. troublesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things now coming up.. pray tt i will get thru it all one day.. times like these i know i need my rest.. but cant reali get much of it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-1070770317632412266?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1070770317632412266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1070770317632412266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/sigh.html' title='Sigh*'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-7399623482216316823</id><published>2008-07-06T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:28:34.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Quiz! xD</title><content type='html'>got tis from joyan's blog so decided 2 update! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Do you have a wide group of friends ?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. depends on wad u consider wide i guess but not reali?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)If you're in trouble , will your friends 'fly' to help you ?&lt;br /&gt;depends i guess, dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Will you sacrifice your most precious things for your friends?&lt;br /&gt;i already have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Do you believe in BBF?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. not reali, friends come and go but onli some will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Do you think a straight man and a women can just be platonic friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Do you have a female/male ( i think its suppose 2 be like tis?) whom you can trust with almost everything?&lt;br /&gt;erm.. i think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Do you think friends should tell each other everything?&lt;br /&gt;nope, somethings were meant to be kept secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)If your friends are in trouble, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;depends on wad kind of trouble but i would do to the best of my ability to help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)In future , if your friends get married and ask you to be their bridesmaid/best man, will you agree ?&lt;br /&gt;erm.. maybe? y not i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)What if your enemy calls you one day to make peace?&lt;br /&gt;well, if i had.. why not unless there were complications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)What will you do to a friend whom you trust deeply, betrayed you?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i would emo abit den heck it.. but it depends on my mood i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)If your friend snatches your bf/gf away , will you hate him or her completely ?&lt;br /&gt;erm.. depends? maybe a little but not completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)What if there is a guy who has liked your friend for quite some time, tells you that he needs your help to win the heart of your friend, will you help him?&lt;br /&gt;(is tis quiz 4 gurls onli?!!)&lt;br /&gt;erm.. u can go on ahead cuz i dun reali wanna do anithing.. im straight xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Do your parents think your friends are a bad influence ?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think so cuz they dun reali know alot of my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)What will you tell your parents if they asked you to transfer school, which means losing all your closest friends?&lt;br /&gt;erm.. depends i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)If your friend organizes a once in a life time party, but your family doesn’t allow you to go , will you sulk/throw a temper/sneak out/don’t go?&lt;br /&gt;i will just go and dun care them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)How will you describe your friendship relationship with your friends?&lt;br /&gt;cold hot close far nice bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Define friendship .&lt;br /&gt;its my friends' ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)Name 20 people whom you can think right now . don’t read the questions until you named the 20 people . at the end , choose 5 people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.cal&lt;br /&gt;2.choc&lt;br /&gt;3.jo&lt;br /&gt;4.justin&lt;br /&gt;5.thad teo&lt;br /&gt;6.thad tan&lt;br /&gt;7.andrew&lt;br /&gt;8.julia lee&lt;br /&gt;9.yc&lt;br /&gt;10.joie&lt;br /&gt;11.joyce&lt;br /&gt;12.gera&lt;br /&gt;13.ben&lt;br /&gt;14.claire&lt;br /&gt;15.shuwen&lt;br /&gt;16.elisa&lt;br /&gt;17.ty&lt;br /&gt;18.joyan&lt;br /&gt;19.joel tham&lt;br /&gt;20.cavell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet no. 4? (Justin)&lt;br /&gt;I met him at church but got to know each other more thru soccer if i remember correctly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you never meet no. 1? (Calvin)&lt;br /&gt;might haf nv discovered guitar and the world would be a sadder place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if no. 9 &amp;amp; no. 20 dated? (YC &amp;amp; Cavell)&lt;br /&gt;wow.. i dont think tt will ever happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will no. 6 &amp;amp; no. 17 date? (Thaddeus Tan &amp;amp; Tian Yong)&lt;br /&gt;now tt might reali happen =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe no. 3 (Josiah)&lt;br /&gt;noise guy at time, nice person as a  whole &amp;amp; a gd friend too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe no. 7 (Andrew)&lt;br /&gt;hee hee! hes a reali nice guy although he might be a little off sumtimes. Fun guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you kno any of no.12’s family (Geraldine)&lt;br /&gt;I know her bro &amp;amp; parents i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if no.18 confess to you that he likes you? (Joyan)&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i wonder wad i would do.. it would be rather interesting xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does no.15 speak ? (Shuwen)&lt;br /&gt;Bear talk! xP jkjk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is no.16 (elisa)&lt;br /&gt;she is a 48 yr old auntie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you spoke to no.13? (Benjamin)&lt;br /&gt;erm, ytd? day camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no.2's favorite band or singer? (Choc)&lt;br /&gt;STORM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date no. 4 (Justin)&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date no. 1? (Calvin)&lt;br /&gt;I already haf xDD jkjk! im straight hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no. 19 single? (Joel Tham)&lt;br /&gt;tt i dun reali know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever be in a relationship with no.11 (Joyce)&lt;br /&gt;YUP! =D just wad kind hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School of no. 3? (Josiah)&lt;br /&gt;FairField Med! i was there 2days ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen no. 2 naked (Choc)&lt;br /&gt;erm.. NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no.8's nickname? (Julia)&lt;br /&gt;rubbish bin, tigress, lagger, shorty.. many many more, must not say 4 she is a violent person! scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;do you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next 5 person to do the survey:&lt;br /&gt;1.YOU&lt;br /&gt;2.YOU TOO&lt;br /&gt;3.YOU THREE&lt;br /&gt;4.YOU FOUR&lt;br /&gt;5.I DONT CARE BUT MUST BE YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-7399623482216316823?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7399623482216316823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7399623482216316823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/quiz-quiz-xd.html' title='Quiz Quiz! xD'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-2979085925110937423</id><published>2008-06-27T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T07:24:35.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired tired! xDD</title><content type='html'>haha! shall try 2 squeeze in 1 post b4 i slp.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had sch which comprised of 1 big chuck of F&amp;amp;N lesson and one Math lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in F&amp;amp;N i still gotta lot of things to clear by monday which i doubt i will be able to do considering everything tts happening.. sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like so tired la! and its onli the first week of sch =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its also sad to see all the mask ppl hide behind, sometimes u can tell tt sum1 is hiding so much from the look in their eyes and such..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch went home and slack abit b4 going out wif josiah go city walk walk.. went ard the singapore river and just talk abt life.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt went to church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reach church ard 6? after we reach went 2 macs and bought our dinner den went up 2 lvl 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating we just slack ard den ps andrew joined us den outta no where just start to worship.. soon after awhile ppl just start to pile in until we manage to start pm.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pm i decided to go home and just try to rest as im quite tired now.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;im tired, can u make me whole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im here.. so many things coming out in a span of just so little time.. cant think properly now.. all these little things stuck in my head.. shall just keep going until i break.. gotta haf faith.. xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-2979085925110937423?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/2979085925110937423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/2979085925110937423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/06/tired-tired-xdd.html' title='tired tired! xDD'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-1883192534187822018</id><published>2008-06-24T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T04:45:21.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools back!</title><content type='html'>school is back! and so is everything else.. gonna be rather busy so wont be updating tis blog much unless i can find the time and interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. RIP? i think so! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. for now aniways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-1883192534187822018?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1883192534187822018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/1883192534187822018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/06/schools-back.html' title='Schools back!'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-9058871897695353449</id><published>2008-06-19T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T05:21:52.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Camp!</title><content type='html'>haha! im back from camp and feeling very sick but had a really fun time there =] got to know other ppl better as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of camp which was in my previous post showed i didnt go church but took the car to there instead. upon reaching i went up to my room and laid my things down den went down to dinner which i cant reali remember well but as usual i would eat alot of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that there was service, the speaker whose name i dunno how 2 spell properly was a veh good preacher but tends to go a little off topic here and there but overall he was still good although it was pretty sad tt most of the youths were reali tired and would tend to dose off here and there, myself included but he was a reali good preacher and hopefully struck the hearts of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most fun times of the camps was up in the room 2118! think was there more den my own room, including slping and stuff! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room 2118 was germ and joyan's room which was heavy overrun by me, cal, yc, tl, joyce &amp;amp; thadds.. we played guitar, sing songs, MUGGED! yes.. me mugging in camp.. its one of the most unthinkable things but yup! im so proud of myself tt i did sum work =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the camp i pity the ppl around the heavily populated room which was probably veh noisy and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, shall talk abt camp more later.. feeling sick and i need my rest even if its 8pm in the night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-9058871897695353449?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/9058871897695353449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/9058871897695353449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-from-camp.html' title='Back From Camp!'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-7251680534558308120</id><published>2008-06-14T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T20:04:52.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP CAMP CAMP!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is church camp!! not at church today cuz went 4 service ytd xD now w8ing 4 my father 2 come den take car 2 camp.. now im like eating biscuits.. so hungry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few days Ive been STUDYING, yes studying and also GOING OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday went josiah hse in the afternoon to play bball wif joie lemuel kayhan elisa josiah &amp;amp; ben.. we played ABC den after awhile we got tired so slack abit den play pumping with kayhan 3ptshots! xD hee hee! i more accurate ok! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving josiah hse i left 2 dg to meet the ppj ppl 4 dinner but i was super duper late and went 2 eat macs instead xD went to the dunno wad french dessert place. so after dessert we went to BK to slack and get a drink while talking all kinds of stuff. so after chatting we left to go home cuz it was pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day was sat? nothing much happen.. had tuition.. went 2 church.. den ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im back here! xD lalala.. dunno wad 2 write.. nothing much comes 2 mind whenever im like tis typing. shall talk rubbish to make my post seem super duper long! xD heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i still havent finish the 10 ppl from my old blog! xD maybe i will start again next time when im back from camp! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-7251680534558308120?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7251680534558308120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/7251680534558308120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/06/camp-camp-camp.html' title='CAMP CAMP CAMP!!!'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-706196685411888462</id><published>2008-06-11T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:32:23.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzzzzzzzssssss</title><content type='html'>lala.. lets do the quiz cuz i wanna make my blog look fuller! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;1. What do you think an ideal best friend should be like?&lt;br /&gt;An ideal best friend would be Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;2. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Easy, go heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;. Whose butt would you like to kick the most?&lt;br /&gt;I don't kick butt i poke them =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;4. What would you do with a million of dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm? Throw it away forget yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;5. What would your ideal lover be like?&lt;br /&gt;Someone I can truly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;In my experience, being loved by someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;Ask her when will she be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;8. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me I can't remember. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;9. Define the term love.&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;10. If the person you like secretly is attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwwwww... Lets emo a little and then forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;10 years older and hopefully not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;The people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is like?&lt;br /&gt;Well... Two people tagged me but I can say they are super crazy people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on who is the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;15. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Look how bright it is outside my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;That would depend on the situation. If its love, they say love conquers all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;17. If you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously,who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;18. What type of people do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Hate? You seldom or never see me using this word on a person but I would have to say, people I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag people?&lt;br /&gt;1.Your mother&lt;br /&gt;2.Your father&lt;br /&gt;3.Your grand mother&lt;br /&gt;4.Your grand father&lt;br /&gt;5.Your great grand mother&lt;br /&gt;6.Your great grand father&lt;br /&gt;7.Monkey&lt;br /&gt;8.Gorilla&lt;br /&gt;9.Fish&lt;br /&gt;10.Shark&lt;br /&gt;11.Octopus&lt;br /&gt;12.Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;13.Jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;14.Julia&lt;br /&gt;15.Master&lt;br /&gt;16.GrandMaster&lt;br /&gt;17.Great GrandMaster&lt;br /&gt;18.BEAR!! WON BEARWEN!&lt;br /&gt;19.That just struck me&lt;br /&gt;20.If you bother reading that, YES YOU!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-706196685411888462?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/706196685411888462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/706196685411888462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/06/quizzzzzzzzssssss.html' title='Quizzzzzzzzssssss'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-2942345567463613186</id><published>2008-06-10T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:51:17.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooosh!</title><content type='html'>Shall take tis blog! haha.. found it in 1 of my bookmarks. so old man, used 2 use tis long time ago. Wahahaha! so decided just to take this blog and use it! So hi! hope it wont be as depressing as my old 1 xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-2942345567463613186?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/2942345567463613186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/2942345567463613186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2008/06/wooosh.html' title='Wooosh!'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-115624937089384830</id><published>2006-08-22T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T07:12:26.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 DOC</title><content type='html'>40 days of community in Singapore... the first church 2 host such an event... its gonna be interesting 4 ppl like me...&lt;br /&gt;the event has started on sunday 18/8/2006 for the small groups and 20/8/2006  for the bigger groups... dunno y im writing all these things... dun think any1 will ever read tis blog... 4 the moment, if ur in Singapore, got nth 2 do, ur a christian without a church or group, u can go 2 ELA ( Eternal Life Assembly) at bukit timah shopping centre at the 5th floor. Theres sunday, saturday and friday services, it not 2 late 2 join... dunno y im writing tis... wad the heck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-115624937089384830?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/115624937089384830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/115624937089384830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2006/08/40-doc.html' title='40 DOC'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-115590888567826997</id><published>2006-08-18T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T06:48:05.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Black and white in the same room makes art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-115590888567826997?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/115590888567826997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/115590888567826997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2006/08/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948949.post-115590805498666286</id><published>2006-08-18T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T06:34:14.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimenting wif blogs</title><content type='html'>yo... the first post the first blog... sigh*... dunno wad 2 do now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948949-115590805498666286?l=worldofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/115590805498666286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948949/posts/default/115590805498666286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofthis.blogspot.com/2006/08/experimenting-wif-blogs.html' title='Experimenting wif blogs'/><author><name>Sam!Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11012263156032178893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
