<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 14:42:09 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>I OWN THIS PAGE.</title><description>My Thoughts, My Oppinions, My Way.</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-7033052476963703132</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T22:42:09.191+08:00</atom:updated><title>不懂</title><description>我的碎片，&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;不必去捡。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;想说再见，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;离不人间。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;她不明白，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你不明白，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我不明白，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;问？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;没人知......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-7033052476963703132?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-6639110548845543876</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T04:16:08.226+08:00</atom:updated><title>Seed Destiny.</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Have you ever asked yourself, what is your purpose in this world? Or what is your destiny? When you think of it, it's nothing but emptiness from yourself. We will never know why we are here, IN THIS WORLD. Some call it "GOD FORSAKEN" world. Some call it a place to live. Some say, we are in this world for one reason. And that reason is to pay back the sins our ancestors did so many years ago. And some say we are here as a neutral souls, to learn the ways of the world, and join either the light or the dark.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long time since I had this question on my mind... And now it pops up more often than before... I've haven't got a clue of what mine was. Or anybody else's. Or the whole human race... I started by asking why are we here for? To dominate this world of ever progressing future? To destroy the world and have it go through the ice age again? This world, is of cycles after all... The rain is the simplest example: water in lake, vaporizes in hot condition, forms cloud under low pressure and temperature, accumulates to become cumulonimbus, rain, water in lake, vaporizes, cloud, rain, water... yadi yadi yada~~~ Do we all not know that already??? LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evolution is what happens to organisms. To change themselves to cope in the environment of their habitats. And evolution will not get Earth back its dinosaurs. To make it simple, living things evolves and will not be the same as the extincted creatures millions of years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human beings are the results of evolution. Humans tried so hard to trace their ancestors of who they evolved from. Monkeys? Chimps? Gorillas? Orang Utans? Lizards? Birds? Fish? No one knows. What caused the death of all the dinosaurs in the world? Big bang? Ice age? No one knows too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all live in this world. We have friends to go through our lives and they make the world a better place to live in. "We should just look in front" some would say. "And leave the past away". When you're down, there's always someone singing: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wish you could &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;step back from that ledg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; my friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could, cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;if you do not want to see me again&lt;/span&gt;, I will understaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will understaaa-aa-and~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;I will understand&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is life about looking forward? We were given life, opportunities, and chances... we should just &lt;del&gt;die&lt;/del&gt; take them and live the fullest of our lives? Despite the many people in the world that we have to share most of the things? Why do we have feelings? Why do we love? Why do we hate? Why do we have mental fatigue and shove everyone aside including the ones we &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and care for? Why do we love and care for a certain stranger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I've always asked, "why do we care?" Because we have the ability to understand. To understand how a person feel, whose car is stalled beside or, worst still, in the middle of the road, even worse, has a dark cumulonimbus above him, raining and lightning &lt;del&gt; almost striking him.&lt;/del&gt;. To understand what it is that others need, and make a business out of it, gaining profits, as more and more people needed to acquire its services to send messages across the world. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;To understand her and wants to be with her as long as his body can hold during the course of its life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;And does not want to miss a thing by closing eyes or sleep or take my eyes off you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans have the ability to understand complicated things... Feelings, needs, care, companionship... That's why I'm typing. Everything dies one day.&lt;del&gt; YA!!!&lt;/del&gt; Everything has it's number of days in the world. Earth has been here so long because it's &lt;del&gt; too small&lt;/del&gt; big, even though just a small part of the galaxy, and it is able to withstand many years. Even if organisms died in it, it'll still orbit around the sun. But still, one day, it'll be gone forever. &lt;del&gt; So better die now lol.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if we were to look forward in life, then where are we going when we die? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-6639110548845543876?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/11/seed-destiny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-3147398558353441908</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T02:36:17.426+08:00</atom:updated><title>3-toothbrushes-in-a-bag</title><description>There was once I went to Giant. I saw a mom and her teen son shopping with her. Her hand holds a list of things to buy. They were shopping on a tight budget, choosing on the lowest price on whatever items they needed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the toothbrush section where I saw these two person. They weren't there to relax, they were moving fast, and making decisions fast based on the price and the things to do after their shopping. Now, we do know that Giant or Carrefour sells 3-toothbrushes-in-a-bag toothbrushes that cost only RM5. Yes they are cheap. And the brush quality is cheap too. Yes, those two were selecting one of the many 3-toothbrushes-in-a-bag toothbrushes that were displayed there. They just took the cheapest one and sped off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There I was... Witnessing their efforts, to control spending, to purchase as much as possible on a small budget, despite the quality of the brushes being below par. And I was beside them finding a single toothbrush that I would want to use, that I would feel proud of using, just because it has those complicated designs that was "clinically proven" to be able to remove more plague than other brushes. It's not to say I only use expensive brushes... It's my teeth that grew so tight to each other that I need something better to brush off those hard to reach places...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's not that I don't use cheap brushes... I'm just trying to clean my teeth to white. Some say yellow teeth are born in to you and that it's stronger than natural white teeth... But some say it's because you SMOKE! which obviously I DON'T! It's because... for two years when nurses were in our school to give free dental checkups, they said my teeth were yellow... because I SMOKE! which obviously! I DON'T! I've even tried smoker's toothpaste... And really have to take a long long time to brush it till it shines white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day was a Sunday evening. Where the Kenari went back to a place 300km far. Where I saw a Cumulonimbus that looked like a crawling baby. Where I found what I was searching for. And learnt a lesson from that mom and son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-3147398558353441908?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-was-once-i-went-to-giant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-5111800290674032154</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 09:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T17:37:04.757+08:00</atom:updated><title>...</title><description>Suddenly 10 cents seems expensive... Lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-5111800290674032154?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_26.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-6200035945362483631</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 04:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T12:47:57.283+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-6200035945362483631?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/10/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-3372752697979550869</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 16:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T01:22:25.174+08:00</atom:updated><title>早上看庙, 晚上...没睡觉啦... (Part 2)</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later that night, went to Queensbay Mall for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/StNX_kri5rI/AAAAAAAAATM/Ye3Gpag_Ijg/s320/CIMG0509.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391749928582309554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The famous concept restaurant called: T-bowl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Toilet bowl) XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/StNX9fwkFBI/AAAAAAAAASs/UKdJJ30rWuU/s320/CIMG0491.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391749892901442578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See the toilet bowls in there? They're no joke. You sit on them for your meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/StNX9wKzv3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/QZlcPsaJT_k/s320/CIMG0492.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391749897306488690" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Closer look...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/StNX-7dgZ-I/AAAAAAAAATE/1JUb2npZc9w/s320/CIMG0495.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391749917517572066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The interesting looking menu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/StNX-UTHU8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/jssE7M0RFdc/s320/CIMG0496.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391749907005002690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you're in there, they practically serve food in the bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Except the bowl is smaller and the food is real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/StNhiewWXmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/X_JTHIYoxtM/s320/CIMG0502.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391760423891918434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture. My favourite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/StNctlKDetI/AAAAAAAAATU/cD_y2z_Jr2g/s320/CIMG0515.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391755117030767314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner, went to the Gurney Esplanade for the lantern festival organized by the local organizer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But because of the rain, they pack up early... And went to the sea side instead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/StNcuC8cveI/AAAAAAAAATc/YOJKAIkjsNE/s320/CIMG0516.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391755125026766306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big waves splashing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some kids purposely put their heads there to be splashed by sea water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day, went to the world's largest toy museum at Batu Feringgih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/StNfCRUNj0I/AAAAAAAAATs/lbbLErwSnBw/s320/04-10-09_1155.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391757671505170242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loads of toys and exhibits. I'm almost the same size as Batman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/StNfB1cSoWI/AAAAAAAAATk/FCtoBrsZU4k/s320/04-10-09_1220.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391757664022864226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stitch is not big. He's just cute. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After visiting the toy museum, I head back to KL with a heavy heart. I wished I could stay longer so that I can finish touring the whole island... Well... Happy moments just have to speed up the time... There's always a next time. The next time I go there, I'm going to Bayan Lepas. Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-3372752697979550869?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/10/part-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/StNX_kri5rI/AAAAAAAAATM/Ye3Gpag_Ijg/s72-c/CIMG0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-4500669186851595698</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 01:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-09T11:11:18.203+08:00</atom:updated><title>早上看庙, 晚上...没睡觉啦...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6hjETC2mI/AAAAAAAAASk/0VZmZjXSiNs/s1600-h/CIMG0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6hjETC2mI/AAAAAAAAASk/0VZmZjXSiNs/s320/CIMG0343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390423427830176354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to have McDonald's breakfast at Gurney drive again... I don't know why I have to come to Penang only have McDonald's breakfast. Lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6PSB4O08I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QcHnvDqUoaE/s320/CIMG0345.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390403343913767874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something that someone likes to do, taking lots of pictures of me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6WkwtRsNI/AAAAAAAAARU/r5tt9BBw1do/s320/CIMG0390.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390411362303324370" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After breakfast, we went to Bukit Bendera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6PSjh4F-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MSxDre6gbgs/s320/CIMG0346.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390403352946808802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, the price is a bit awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6PTEtV0kI/AAAAAAAAARE/KT-G6-q0GTg/s320/CIMG0349.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390403361853264450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's been holding the camera for too long... Now it's my turn. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6PT_NcmYI/AAAAAAAAARM/ry0kiTlheJs/s320/CIMG0350.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390403377557182850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time I see the transport vehicle of Bukit Bendera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6WmJKUxpI/AAAAAAAAARk/WdIAinYy2cA/s320/CIMG0360.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390411386047481490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6WltCYPII/AAAAAAAAARc/zx95wPklMK0/s320/CIMG0366.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390411378497961090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view of the bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6Wmg0I1tI/AAAAAAAAARs/TEflwMFZepw/s320/CIMG0374.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390411392396875474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only skyscraper in the whole city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6WnEWWidI/AAAAAAAAAR0/_qYeE9Q8860/s320/CIMG0392.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390411401935620562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you spot my car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6a8kJ9ofI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Ua_N3oP_Dhw/s320/CIMG0396.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390416169297355250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6a9de81ZI/AAAAAAAAASE/Y96h1LouJxk/s320/CIMG0405.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390416184686204306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6a9-vuRlI/AAAAAAAAASM/hYyfGJgI_ew/s320/CIMG0413.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390416193614923346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Guan Yin statue is 30.6 metres high, surrounded by 16 dragon poles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6a-q2xYxI/AAAAAAAAASU/Jab3WtCfT3U/s320/CIMG0441.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390416205455647506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went to the Thai Buddhist Temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6a_Uv9NUI/AAAAAAAAASc/HHynmIiDNqE/s320/CIMG0460.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390416216701351234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big sleeping Buddha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all, I like this trip. I like touring the city. But I just don't like the traffic. Haha. Coz it's quite complicated for KL people like me. Haha. But still, it can be get used to after an hour or two driving in that frenzy traffic. I'll continue the trip on the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-4500669186851595698?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ss6hjETC2mI/AAAAAAAAASk/0VZmZjXSiNs/s72-c/CIMG0343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-6738766773593240926</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 01:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-06T10:30:44.680+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Island Invading.</category><title>Road to Penang. 2/10/09</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ssqk_wHLLBI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zgFNgpG5f-g/s320/CIMG0290.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389301319255927826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SsqlAZNIF2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/D8pkkbc8pzg/s320/CIMG0291.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389301330286745442" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then look where my feet is. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ssqk_bwHcRI/AAAAAAAAAP8/oTm3LABoKjw/s320/CIMG0321.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389301313790505234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time driving on the longest bridge in South East Asia. I actually feel scared and excited of the adventures to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ssqk-zYvlyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3OqXm-AdcaI/s320/CIMG0324.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389301302955054882" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ssqk-mGRhBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1KJM1U2AS-I/s320/CIMG0325.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389301299387925522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SsqmuWO8O6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/qPSLyfOJi1g/s1600-h/CIMG0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SsqmuWO8O6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/qPSLyfOJi1g/s1600-h/CIMG0335.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SsqmuWO8O6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/qPSLyfOJi1g/s320/CIMG0335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389303219274660770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gurney Plaza. Behind me is the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ssqmt3gSM_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Pon_2gmmhOM/s1600-h/CIMG0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ssqmt3gSM_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Pon_2gmmhOM/s320/CIMG0334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389303211025904626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Along Gurney Drive. A lot of people there. Young and old, mostly young families and groups of friends... Many couples were there too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SsqmtSJONQI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PS9eof-g0Mc/s320/CIMG0331.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389303200997061890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rising tide. Quite calming looking at the waves. How long since I went to a seaside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-6738766773593240926?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/10/road-to-penang-21009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/Ssqk_wHLLBI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zgFNgpG5f-g/s72-c/CIMG0290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-2581894145677249898</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 18:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-01T03:39:28.378+08:00</atom:updated><title>Mission: Island Invasion</title><description>The famous Penang Island. An island where it's culture still stands till today... A good thing or a bad thing, let them judge themselves.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been more than 10 years since I've ever set foot on that place. And every time I was there, I always fell sick. And it's not nice... There was once I puked in front of someone's shop at night, the lady shopkeeper gave me warm water to drink, then only I recover. I'm not sure why though... It was the same case back then when I went Langkawi Island... Maybe the northern part of Malaysia has different air pressure? Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year ago, I went to Langkawi with classmates. Surprisingly, nothing was wrong. This time, I heading to Penang. Where Mr. Francis Light 'found' it. O.o This time, I'm gonna find out what went wrong 10 years ago and why was I sick. And then I'm gonna see how far Penang has changed since my last trip. Expect loads of photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday 3rd October 2009, 9-9.30am. Mission is a go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-2581894145677249898?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/10/mission-island-invasion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-5825317058623086704</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 10:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T18:06:05.354+08:00</atom:updated><title>Fatigue?</title><description>Why am I so tired?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does my body feel no strength?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I feel so tired physically and mentally?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to keep moving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to run...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or this fear shakes me to no end...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-5825317058623086704?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/09/fatigue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-2891229784672557802</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 07:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T17:20:32.806+08:00</atom:updated><title>Tired</title><description>I have been having unneccessary pressures from my parents since my mind started to remember things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just yesterday, my mum just gave me a yell saying that I need to do more work and sit lesser in the living room... What in the WORLD DOES THAT MEAN? Don't watch tv and revise my homework? Ok... That wasn't what she meant... She meant:" I haven't seen you do your work and I don't want to see you here watching tv." Well... Fine. I'll just go do my work. And then she yells again :"I don't want to see you here anymore. I want to see you studying." Right... You don't wanna see me... And you only want to see me studying... Sure~~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question is, why in the world does she have to  yell? What's wrong? You having biological changes or what? In what way do I GOD DAMN DESERVE AN UNNECCESSARY SHOUTINGS? WHAT AM I? A DOG? WHY DON'T YOU GET A DOG AS YOUR SON INSTEAD? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of my life... But I'm holding on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-2891229784672557802?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-been-having-unneccessary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-2032688470882244911</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 02:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T11:19:34.035+08:00</atom:updated><title>Rocking sea</title><description>There's no sun...&lt;div&gt;There's no bright side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no laptop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no peace of mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is only...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncalm sea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But where to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to get there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be there now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's a very long journey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am on my way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's just the beginning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no sun this morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No brightside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-2032688470882244911?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/08/rocking-sea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-6174928853603587570</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 17:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T00:52:49.913+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>The Wira and The Kenari.</category><title>The phone...</title><description>My day &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;sucked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was doing maths in a light under a big patch of darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was working my way, I thought of the ringtone of the phone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then seconds later, it really rang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The light got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;brighter&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;illuminated&lt;/span&gt; the entire place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lighten up my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've lighten my night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer need to sleep in heaviness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-6174928853603587570?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/08/phone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-4684680322165493113</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 19:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-02T04:59:36.182+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>The Wira and The Kenari.</category><title>Please think about it and understand...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People have been saying to me. That, I'm lucky to be able to stay home and study in a university at the same time. And I always say to them: "I am not lucky. You are." Have anybody who've asked me this question before, thought about why I said I'm not lucky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you why, and it has nothing to do with "it". See, everyone left KL. You are either in Penang, Kuantan, Johor or Serdang. I'm in KL. Just so happen that I have to study in KL doesn't mean I am lucky in every bit. I don't feel lucky at all. I feel empty instead. Every single time I drive around town, there's this emptiness that surrounds me. I don't feel at home either. Everyday on my way to UTAR, I pass through two friends' homes. Knowing that they are not in there, it gives you an emptiness to think about. At least when I'm heading home, I can be too tired to think of anything. Every time I go home from Selayang, I pass through even more friends' houses. Especially the one at the roundabout that stood out where our class' second biggest Megaphone lives, each houses that I pass through... They're all... Empty... Every time I drive around town, I feel it. Alone, left alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;You've never stopped to think what it is like, didn't you? You always say it's harder for you because you're in a new place, it's harder for you because you don't know anyone there. Have you have any idea of how it feels like when there's no one around you anymore? And that you're the only one here, and no one new to get to know? I would not say it's harder for me, but I do know one thing, it's equally hard for both of us. Just give abit of thought of how it feels like being left alone in the neighbourhood. I don't need any advice on how to endure it or the need to endure this emptiness. Just understand it. No words needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time passes... We all grow older... I've grown older... I'm starting to forget how it feels like holding someone's hands...  I'm starting to forget the purpose of the feeling. The feeling seems to have no purposes anymore... Anybody else is like a LP670-4 SV, or a R35, or a real life transforming truck, or an ordinary truck, or a normal car, or an awfully old car, or a beautiful lady or an ugly old hag... Nothing... They, Are All, Nothing. Just, another, object, exsisting, in this, world. Meaningless, pointless... F430 Scuderia used to make me drool, now it's just another car... GT queens used to be something I look at after all the NSXs and GT-Rs, now it's mere ignorable dust... I've got a missing part... Can anyone help me find it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SnSltaKXpwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XoNial9Zki4/s320/Confused.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 275px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365095255640614658" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SnSoepFWwJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nmqcxy9N6mE/s320/21-07-09_0933.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365098300482961554" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SnSoe47Z0YI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7z7wISv_pvs/s320/21-07-09_0934.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365098304736186754" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Occasional snaps of my student card while being jammed up between The Curve and Amatu1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being jammed up is just BORING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-4684680322165493113?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/08/people-have-been-saying-to-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SnSltaKXpwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XoNial9Zki4/s72-c/Confused.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-4738487045701718582</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 01:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-26T09:53:31.731+08:00</atom:updated><title>Mornings.</title><description>Mornings can be peaceful. Mornings can be wet. Mornings, too, can be awfully chaoticas well... And this Sunday morning, is of everything above, peaceful, wet, at the same time, choas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I woke up thinking of The Wira and The Kenari's story. It was all peaceful with the little rain drops dropping on the roof that formed some sort of rythem. Then there it is, the yellings, the moanings, the screams of a woman in the neighbourhood... I assure you it's no ghost. The woman was shouting: "叫你挂掉, 叫你挂掉!!! 叫你挂diaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Whatever the crap's goin on down der, it didn't seem to wake any other people at all... Surprisingly, it's not too chaotic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminds me of the days when I used to shout with my brother at home. Haha. To think that others have heard of my sound more than anyone else's. Now I get a chance to listen to someone's screaming. Suddenly I felt like the neighbours. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the sun's come up. Today's gonna be a good day. Promising. By unknown factors... Just a feeling... Love is just a feeling... O.o Lol... I forgot to mention... It's 10am now. I've been hearing the screams since 9am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-4738487045701718582?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/07/mornings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-6893933461798530549</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 18:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-26T03:33:34.475+08:00</atom:updated><title>PJ encounters...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SmtVEzsgMYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/lXsMfgCJKqo/s1600-h/26-06-09_1354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SmtVEzsgMYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/lXsMfgCJKqo/s320/26-06-09_1354.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362473322399412610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SmtPS7WN_YI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rtxyn9ASKU4/s320/08-07-09_1337.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362466967901830530" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SmtPSrr5hPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7tvh1qGoXPQ/s320/08-07-09_1334.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362466963697796338" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SmtPTIhbaGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/6FDR6-OhuNI/s320/10-07-09_1610.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362466971438508130" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SmtPzjEFaSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ANHDfFdCEy4/s1600-h/09-07-09_0930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SmtPzjEFaSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ANHDfFdCEy4/s320/09-07-09_0930.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362467528319002914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I never really liked PJ... It's always been said to be a place of classes too high for normal people... Which, at least... I know I am. But I could learn to like it... It's a place with loads of nice cars. Italian, German, Japanese... Nice cars as in all-time-rare supercars in Malaysia. The food? It's 10% more expensive than Kepong. The people? Ok ok only la... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once I saw a Merc SL Black... No... Twice... The second time I saw it, I took a picture of it. But it was raining... I'll just upload it next time... Lazy to remove the memory card la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first picture was the students sleeping, in a way people would use their imagination...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The second and third picture... It was taken when we're conducting a long experiment... Requiring us to stir the calorimeter for 10 minutes... Recording the temperature every minute... Boring... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The forth and fifth was cars that I saw on PJ roads... Gotta say... I'm very sick and tired of 350Zs... But if the F430 would appear more often, I wouldn't mind. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The days in PJ is as empty as ever... There is a goal. But there's something missing. Something very important. Something that can help achieve this goal... Just missing something... Many people talk about hoping I would find that missing link and get to the goal. But hope? It's just another word. And it surely isn't working. But I feel its presence already. Should be near...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then I realized that, people tend to think, when he or she is in more trouble than others just because he or she feels an all time bad in his or her life, he or she can talk about it and not care about other people's trouble... Some people never give three seconds to understand other people's problems and continue his or hers. Some people respects other people just because those who are talking to him or her, are human. Some people never stop to think what's happening. Some people thinks alot and then too much of it. Some people goes emo easily, some don't... Some people tried to tell the beginnning of a gay story, but instead, talked about the bloody eff-ing pirate who orders a captain to clean the eff-ing deck. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;CURSE YOU EFFIN LOW-RANKED PIRATES. KNOW YOUR PLACE AND EFF OFF THIS WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; Well... It's 3.25am now... Unknowns stayed as unknowns... Mysteries taht never gives you answers. Anyway... I'm just going to go to sleep. =.=...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-6893933461798530549?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/07/pj-encounters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KYMuDMBv9Y/SmtVEzsgMYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/lXsMfgCJKqo/s72-c/26-06-09_1354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-7505698775837840333</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 11:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-12T20:29:17.872+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>The Wira and The Kenari</category><title>New Divide...</title><description>This is a story of the Wira and the Kenari.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Wira went out for a drive around town. While strolling aimlessly, the radio played Mr. Lonely from Akon. The Wira sang along to the rythem. Just as he's singing, he realized that the lyrics were quite telling the story of him. He feels lonely. And at the same time, misses someone. The Kenari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lyrics were quite true to his story, except for the shouting part... Which isn't the reason the Wira and the Kenari were divided... As he sang, tears filled his light compartment... At the same time, he was in Desa Park City, looking over the families and friends who were walking in the park. DPC was a place full of memories of the Wira and the Kenari. This was the first time the Wira went there after Wira and Kenari seperated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Wira felt sad, but he was happy that he found an event to look forward to. 14th of August. The day the Kenari comes back. The Wira hasn't shut down its battery comepletely, leaving the lights in the cabin on, discharging itself of battery, thinking of the Kenari, missing her alot... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Wira is now listening to a motivating melody song. A japanese song called Houki Boshi by Younha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-7505698775837840333?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-divide.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-3222615924922587687</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 08:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-20T16:45:20.530+08:00</atom:updated><title>Kris Allen - No Boudaries</title><description>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/thMPg2sYIL8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/thMPg2sYIL8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;Seconds, hours, so many days&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want, but how long can you wait?&lt;br /&gt;Every moment last forever.&lt;br /&gt;When you feel you've lost your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my chances were already gone?&lt;br /&gt;I started believing that I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But you give me one good reason.&lt;br /&gt;To fight and never walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, still holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every step, you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breath, it's harder to believe&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it through the pain, weather the hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;To get to that one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think the road is going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Just when you almost gave up on your dreams&lt;br /&gt;They take you by the hand and show you that you can&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought to the limit, to stand on the edge&lt;br /&gt;What if today is as good as it gets?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where the future's heading&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's gonna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;I've jumped every bridge and I've run every line&lt;br /&gt;I risked being safe but I always knew why&lt;br /&gt;I always knew why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, still holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every step, you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breath, it's harder to believe&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it through the pain, weather the hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;To get to that one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think the road is going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Just when you almost gave up on your dreams&lt;br /&gt;They take you by the hand and show you that you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go higher, you can go deeper&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries above and beneath you&lt;br /&gt;Break every rule 'cause there's nothing between you&lt;br /&gt;And your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every step, you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breath, it's harder to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, there are no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every step, you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breath, it's harder to believe&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it through the pain, weather the hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;*After the day we know of our public university application results, we know of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;1) Those who got accepted thanked god, parents, friends and every other people that may and may not have anything to do with it. And also starts believing in miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;2) Those who didn't get it, would sobber of their hardwork of one and a half year. And says that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;miracles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are just something lucky people would say. And that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;faith&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is just another word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;For me... I'm just a guy alone in the dark. And the only thing that would keep me going, is this song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;May the Force be with us. That's what I wish for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-3222615924922587687?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/06/kris-allen-no-boudaries.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-8699487878808820106</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-16T02:10:47.746+08:00</atom:updated><title>"Screw You!" by William</title><description>It was a sunny afternoon... I was sitting in front of the computer surfing around facebook... Getting abit addicted to Restaurant City... All of a sudden, William said hi to me in msn. The words weren't typed. It was written, using a digital pad that senses the movement of the pen on the pad. His purpose of saying hi was just to tell me he saw me fetching a grey or green shirt girl (His words were super cursive... I can't see what the word is, but it starts from G...) in my car, last Friday... After saying that, he said he has to go... And gave me the last two words: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Screw You!! :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got me stunned there for 2 seconds... When I came back, he was long gone... So I decided to check his blog. See if he has some new updates since 2 months ago. He did... The tittle was '&lt;b&gt;Come N Go&lt;/b&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wrote about the friends that we usually hang out with, are now seperated. To the far end of the other side of the planet, UK. To the centre of one of the biggest continent in the world, Russia. Or where Obama lives, US... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it... The gang that we go out together, one by one, they went in pursuit of their path of life... There'll be 'loop holes' in the gang that just can't seem to be filled anymore... By looking at an empty space that was usually, filled with noise, cheers, and jokes... The news of that particular member that seem to never be heard again untill an unknown future... And the thought that that member has a different look when we see him/her again in the future and couldn't be recognised... Sends chills down your spinal chord... But with a hope to see him/her again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can be a sad thing... But let's face it. It &lt;i&gt;IS&lt;/i&gt; sad. And it's life... "Life's unfair. Get used to it." The ever rich and famous Bill Gates says... Unfair life is hard... Getting used to it is even harder... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope my gangs can all meet up again. And &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The Loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; one be loved till old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-8699487878808820106?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/06/screw-you-by-william.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-325923507358164980</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 17:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-16T01:26:47.510+08:00</atom:updated><title>Five for Fighting - Superman</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't stand to fly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not that naive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just out to find,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The better part of me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm more than a bird... I'm more than a plane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More than some pretty face beside a train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not easy to be me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish that I could cry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall upon my knees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Find a way to lie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About a home I'll never see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It may sound absurd... but don't be naive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even heroes have the right to bleed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may be disturbed... but won't you concede&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even heroes have the right to dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not easy to be me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up, up and away... away from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all right... you can all sleep sound tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not crazy... Or anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't stand to fly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not that naive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Men weren't meant to ride...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With clouds between their knees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking for special things inside of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside of me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, inside of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside of me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm only a man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm only a man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking for a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm only a man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it's not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not easy... to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-325923507358164980?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/06/superman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-820138154582434501</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 07:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-10T16:24:05.755+08:00</atom:updated><title>不能说的秘密</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 32px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;冷咖啡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;离开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;了杯墊　我忍住的情绪在很后面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拼命想挽回的从前　在我脸上依旧清晰可见&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;最美的不是下雨天　是曾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;与妳躲过雨的屋簷&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回憶的画面　在荡著秋千　夢开始&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;不甜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳说把爱渐渐放下会走更远　又何必去改变　已错过的时间&lt;br /&gt;妳用妳的指尖阻止我说再见　想像妳在身边　在&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;完全失去之前&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳说把爱渐渐放下会走更远　或许命运的欠　只让我们遇见&lt;br /&gt;只让我们相恋这一季的秋天　飄落后才发现　这幸福的碎片&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;要我怎么捡？？？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-820138154582434501?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-3333770024547270333</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 16:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T01:07:50.062+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Something to write...</category><title>Money~~ Why do you like rich people~~??</title><description>Have we no say on the things that we can't afford? Like: a car? a bike? a TV? or even computer? Indeed, we do not have say over things which we can't afford. Then again... We can't afford a country... Or a state... Or a province... Maybe just a piece of land... But a country, is where we live. Like it or not, we are born in it. We are born in a big piece of land that no one would ever able to afford owning. Yes, we can't afford this big piece of land. But we can have our say on the matters on how to use this big piece of land called country. Our Prime Minister isn't up there for show. Neither are the other Ministers. We write letters to them. We comment on their job. We praise their job. We boo them for a job lousily done. And this, within this big piece of land, we call it, democracy...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By owning something, means you have absolute control of it. If you own a car, you'll be the only driver of that car and how and what you do to it is totally up to you. Notice that some things can't be democrized... Yet the rich always have more say than the poor... North Korea's been a communist country for quite some time. And communist country always get looked down upon. Just like China, only China has a different way, and is a country surpasses your imagination. Communist country like North Korea, has been considered dangerous all this while. People hates it and WILL never set foot there. When North Korea decides to build nuclear warheads, everyone tried to stop it from progressing. Negociations went underway, while they continue with their warheads, developing it untill the stage where it can cover 6000km.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why North Korea decided to build warheads? I'll tell you my oppinion. I think they decided to build warheads is because they've been kept quiet for a long time. (Communist country, dangerous. So best to keep them shut.) They've been kept quiet just because they are communist and communist does not deserve to talk? What I think, is that they've been bullied too long, and it's about time to show who's boss. But why warheads that travels half the globe? And contains nuclear bomb? People think they're poor. And, like racist, thinks they're low class. And to bully them is like stepping on ants. Which sounds like the right and easy thing to do. And the bigger the blast, that's how big they've endured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think being rich and think you own the world, don't! The one thing you'll get is one big, hard slap. Just a matter of sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-3333770024547270333?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/06/money-why-do-you-like-rich-people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-4550650925431658573</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 06:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-23T02:35:12.493+08:00</atom:updated><title>Sprained...</title><description>Because of trying to smash a cockroach on the wall in my parents' room last night, I sprained my neck... The cockroach wasn't just on the wall... It's on the wall just a centimetre away from the ceiling. One would have to jump smash on the cockroach to kill it. And being defeated by something that didn't move at all, just doesn't feel so nice... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, after having some medcine from the doctor, my neck's gradually recovering. At the same time... I'm getting drowsy... Medicine's effect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this drama on 8tv lately... called 肥田嘻事. About a fat girl (not as fat as you might imagine...) trying to find the right person. She thinks that a matching couple,  must be able to think alike... 心灵相通? Some would say not neccessarily like that... But when you think about it, if your other half knows what you're thinking... And you know what the other half is thinking... How nice would it be... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we will encounter a scenario when you and another person saying the same words at the same time. But if it happens more than 10 times, I guess you should know what to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-4550650925431658573?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/05/sprained.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-2320863182408714052</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 02:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-19T10:21:18.836+08:00</atom:updated><title>FAITH</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the Problem Science has with GOD, the ALMIGHTY. He asked one of his New Christian Students to stand and . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : So, you Believe in GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Is GOD Good ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Is GOD ALL – POWERFUL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to GOD to Heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Student was silent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : You can’t answer, can you ? Let’s start again, Young Fella. Is GOD good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Is Satan good ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;r : Where does Satan come from ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : From . . . GOD. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this World?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Evil is everywhere, isn’t it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : So who created evil ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Student did not answer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the World, don’t they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : So, who Created them ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Student had no answer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe the World around you. Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : No , sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Yet you still Believe in HIM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol,&lt;br /&gt;Science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Nothing. I only have my Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Yes, Faith. And that is the Problem Science has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : And is there such a thing as Cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : No, sir. There isn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat, a Little Heat or No Heat. But we don’t have anything called Cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as Cold. Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat. We cannot Measure Cold. Heat is Energy. Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(There was Pin-Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as Darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Yes. What is Night if there isn’t Darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the Absence of Something. You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light . . . But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its called Darkness, isn’t it? In reality, Darkness isn’t. If it is, you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : Flawed ? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD. You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a Thought. It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing. Death is Not the Opposite of Life: just the Absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that they evolved from a Monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Professor shook his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument was going )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and Cannot even prove that this Process is an On-Going Endeavor, Are you not teaching your Opinion, sir? Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(The Class was in Uproar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the Professor’s Brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(The Class broke out into Laughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s Brain, Felt it, touched or Smelt it? . . . No one appears to have done so. So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that You have No Brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(The Room was Silent. The Professor stared at the Student, his face unfathomable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; : I guess you’ll have to take them on Faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: That is it sir . . . Exactly ! The Link between Man &amp;amp; GOD is FAITH. That is all that Keeps Things Alive and Moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I believe you have enjoyed the Conversation . . . and if so .. .&lt;br /&gt;You’ll probably want your Friends / Colleagues to enjoy the same . . . won’t you?&lt;br /&gt;Forward them to Increase their Knowledge . . . or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FAITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That student was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-2320863182408714052?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/05/faith.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147071965790667194.post-7865989214474104433</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 16:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-19T10:01:56.651+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Random</category><title>Suddenly... Gloomy day...</title><description>Today... A chilly morning... I woke up at 6.30am and got ready to jog at a local park... 7.15am. I was at a local park getting warmed up for jogging. And then it rained... I didn't care and jog anyway. After 2 rounds... I was flat on a chair... Haha... I got dizzy... Cold sweat pouring from my forehead... Then I went home... After resting for 2 hours, I'm back in my normal state. First time I saw my own lips turn black. Wow... The rest of the day went on quite fine...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came night... Cyan tells me... She's angry... Angry of someone... So angry she wouldn't talk to that someone anymore... She tells me... She tried talking to that someone nicely. But it backfires. She tried not talking to that someone... And it WORKS! And now, Cyan decided to use the same method to deal with that someone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then a pimple on my face burst... The whole piece of tissue was soaked with blood... With mucuss... I was sneezing at the same time... Haha... I'm typing away gloomily... But I managed to put 'haha's in here... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drove all the way to Banting to change my car tyres... Hoping that afterwards I would have a smooth ride to wherever I want. But all of a sudden... She called, and say... Not going tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2147071965790667194-7865989214474104433?l=seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://seanwongshiuan.blogspot.com/2009/05/suddenly-gloomy-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sean Wong)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>