<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716</id><updated>2011-08-01T13:03:01.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WeAreAllSinners</title><subtitle type='html'>My personal view on life. My life has been full of ups and down lately, and i would like to share the tears, of joy and sadness, with all who is willing to listen.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-6372707065528203175</id><published>2010-10-26T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:27:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st attempt at Vlogging</title><content type='html'>Topic of the day, 7 weird and illegal things that I have in my dorm room.&lt;br /&gt;To fully enjoy this video, first you must;&lt;br /&gt;1. Turn up the volume.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dim the lights.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ready a bucket beside you in case you got to puke. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHIcBypXzCI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHIcBypXzCI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its amateurish, but bear with me please...&lt;br /&gt;Criticism is always welcomed, and tell me what do you have in your room.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I think I look good, didn't I? =)&lt;br /&gt;TYVM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-6372707065528203175?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/6372707065528203175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-1st-attempt-at-vlogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/6372707065528203175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/6372707065528203175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-1st-attempt-at-vlogging.html' title='My 1st attempt at Vlogging'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-4650540663857823509</id><published>2010-10-19T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T05:01:05.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visually.....</title><content type='html'>They say if your body is stocky, wear dark clothes with light fabric/materials to make you look visually slimmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say if your body is skinny, wear whites and bright colours to make you look bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we guys wear white and bright underwear, do our "package" would look larger?&lt;br /&gt;and for you girls, does wearing bright bras making them look bigger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, the bigger the better right?=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-4650540663857823509?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/4650540663857823509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2010/10/stuffs-that-i-originally-want-to-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/4650540663857823509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/4650540663857823509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2010/10/stuffs-that-i-originally-want-to-post.html' title='Visually.....'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-2808951769441282977</id><published>2010-10-11T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T12:23:23.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Cockroaches!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok the title pretty much says it all, I HATE COCKROACHES!!!! Why do I hate them so much? well, the story goes 10 years back.....*cue the music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 10 years old, and was sleeping alone when I heard some noise under my bed, I ignored it then just went to sleep. Then the noise getting louder, and I felt something running on my back, under my shirt..... I ran a fast as I could to turn on the lights and open my shirt, it was a COCKROACH!!!! I was screaming on top of my lungs, in the middle of the night, and I'm was squirming trying to shake the feelings off, I was practically "dancing". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/TLNfOzlxkiI/AAAAAAAAACE/WvXMd75PIJU/s1600/large_Monica-seles-Dancing-with-the-Stars.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/TLNfOzlxkiI/AAAAAAAAACE/WvXMd75PIJU/s400/large_Monica-seles-Dancing-with-the-Stars.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526865875685184034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pretty much like this... yeah...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is when I start to hate cockroaches. Cant stand the sight of them... ewwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok another story, on Sunday night, I went back to my room, and accidentally I stepped on a cockroach on the floor.( thank God I was wearing slippers!!!!) So I kick it and it ended up in front of my bathroom door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/TLNgU6s_z6I/AAAAAAAAACM/Cx1f-RwFpTE/s1600/IMG564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/TLNgU6s_z6I/AAAAAAAAACM/Cx1f-RwFpTE/s400/IMG564.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526867080185368482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Demon from hell disguised as a cockroach...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so today is Tuesday, as I went to the loo, the beast is still twitching its leg!!! OMG!! This thing just refuse to go back to hell!! No wonder they've been living on the earth since 4 million years ago. Scary stuff. If you want to hear me dancing and sreaming like a girl, pour a bucketload of cockroaches down my pants would be your best bet... Oh wait, now that you know that, I have to kill you..... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now for some educational stuff about cockroaches...&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few fascinating facts about cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Crushed cockroaches when applied to a wound, can help ease the sting&lt;br /&gt;   -Now why would I do that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * cockroaches have white blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Roaches primarily come out for water, not food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Cockroaches can live a month without food, but only a week without water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * A roach can live a week without a head. It dies after a week due to lack of water&lt;br /&gt;   -so that why the roach I stepped on the other day wont die, or maybe its the    devil itself trying to lure me into its furry little hands...&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; * A cockroach that has just shed it's skin is white and has black eyes. It takes 8  hours to reproduce the skin layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Laboratory female roaches are able to reproduce without aid of a male. They produce all female offspring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * The largest roach in the world is the largest body, Macropanesthia rhinocerus from Australia weighing in at up to 50 grams.&lt;br /&gt;  - Thank God its in Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Cockroaches thrive in all conditions and live in the desert as well as the arctic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Most roaches have the ability to fly, but not all do.&lt;br /&gt;  - Now thats a nightmare...*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Fried Cockroaches are common snacks in Cambodia, as are spiders and rats&lt;br /&gt;  - One word, WTF!! *ok 3 words, 1 word is not enough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/TLNjELzzMCI/AAAAAAAAACU/SG0M2Wh0hUQ/s1600/wii_cockroach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/TLNjELzzMCI/AAAAAAAAACU/SG0M2Wh0hUQ/s400/wii_cockroach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526870091254411298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cant you see the evil in his eyes? Its the Devil itself in disguise!! Run for your life!!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-2808951769441282977?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/2808951769441282977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-cockroaches.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/2808951769441282977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/2808951769441282977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-cockroaches.html' title='I Hate Cockroaches!!!!'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/TLNfOzlxkiI/AAAAAAAAACE/WvXMd75PIJU/s72-c/large_Monica-seles-Dancing-with-the-Stars.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-6695522168703496355</id><published>2010-10-10T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:11:51.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Rejang River</title><content type='html'>So this is a video taken by the local from Kapit Waft, which shows how bad the condition of Rejang River right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQ-TAvwanNo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQ-TAvwanNo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-6695522168703496355?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/6695522168703496355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-on-rejang-river.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/6695522168703496355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/6695522168703496355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-on-rejang-river.html' title='More on Rejang River'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-6719978703036018254</id><published>2010-10-08T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:53:57.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakun Dam</title><content type='html'>I read the news today, something that I dont normally do... A particular news caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/info.asp?y=2010&amp;amp;dt=1009&amp;amp;pub=Utusan_Malaysia&amp;amp;sec=Dalam_Negeri&amp;amp;pg=dn_09.htm"&gt;Utusan Malaysia Online - Dalam Negeri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ive done some research on the Bakun Dam, and Ive found this link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/10/8/nation/7186693&amp;sec=nation"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/10/8/nation/7186693&amp;sec=nation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same news, by different reporter. Since we have done an Environmental Impact Assessment Report for construction of the Bakun Dam, Im called to say something here. This particular river runs through where the Bakun dam is being constructed. To give you an idea of how big this project is, Bakun Dam project is constructed in an area as large as Singapore!! Thats fucking HUGE!! Think of the destruction it posses to the environment. The undiscovered species of fauna that we may destroyed, the soil erosion, the loss of natural resources, and God forbids, what if the dam broke by some freak accident? the whole Sibu area will be flooded! I search some more and found a couple of interesting articles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.borneoproject.org/article.php?id=813"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.borneoproject.org/article.php?id=813&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular article reports on one of the critical impact of the Bakun Dam construction to the sosioeconomy of people living in the area. According to the article, 5 village longhouses have to be relocated to give way to the Dam. These people will lose their ancestors land, and the forest which is their source of food and income. What would you feel if you were chased away from your own home? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.borneoproject.org/article.php?id=786"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.borneoproject.org/article.php?id=786&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats worse, new dam projects are underway in Trengganu and Pahang right now. Then, then why should we construct undersea cable to the peninsular of Malaysia to supply electricity there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/info.asp?y=1998&amp;dt=0924&amp;pub=utusan_malaysia&amp;sec=Ekonomi&amp;pg=bs_02.htm&amp;arc=hive"&gt;http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/info.asp?y=1998&amp;dt=0924&amp;pub=utusan_malaysia&amp;sec=Ekonomi&amp;pg=bs_02.htm&amp;arc=hive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they want to generate coal powered electricity?? Stupid assholes. Industrial countries stopped using coal as their source of power because they pollute the environment. What were they thinking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now come to think of it, $$MONEY$$ is what this what makes this sonofbiches blind. Im not saying that Im a green activist, and I like money too, but these guys should seriously consider what they have done. Although an Environmental Impact Assessment have to be done to before construction commences, sometimes the project doesnt even have to be approved. Where does this extra electricity goes? They sell it to other countries for more $$MONEY$$. And do the local that they chased away recieve it? My guess is no. The landslide that filled Sungai Rajang with wood debris is only the beginning. There are lots more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop this. Enough is enough. Those forests that you cleared took million of years to grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-6719978703036018254?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/6719978703036018254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2010/10/bakun-dam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/6719978703036018254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/6719978703036018254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2010/10/bakun-dam.html' title='Bakun Dam'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-8456425635513408521</id><published>2010-10-07T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:03:06.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ramble about straight, gay and shemales</title><content type='html'>Ok now Im back. I havent been very active recently, maybe because Ive been sharing stuff in my facebook and not here. Well, I guess its time to be active again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I been thinking today, something about straight, gay guys and shemales. These sexual orientation stuff really got me thinking LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we know that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gay&lt;/span&gt;s like guys. Gay has its own category, some bottom, top, some flexi, some like twinks, mature, some like it hung, some even like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shemales&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you katak bawah tempurung out there, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shemales&lt;/span&gt; refer to a person who physically a male but thinks he/she was born in the wrong body. These kind of person often cross dress and acts like a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Straight&lt;/span&gt; are the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;norms&lt;/span&gt;, which comprimises the majority of the human population. If this norms cease to exist, babies wont be born and the entire human population will be wiped out. This norms are attracted to opposite sex. Guy girl and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gay&lt;/span&gt; is attracted to a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shemale&lt;/span&gt;, technically the gay person is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;if thats the case, then you bastards out there claiming yourself "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt;", are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-8456425635513408521?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/8456425635513408521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2010/10/ramble-about-straight-gay-and-shemales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/8456425635513408521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/8456425635513408521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2010/10/ramble-about-straight-gay-and-shemales.html' title='A ramble about straight, gay and shemales'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-7958486767340734577</id><published>2010-01-26T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:46:48.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Story 'The Swallow'</title><content type='html'>wow, its been about 3 months since Ive updated this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it is, a story composed by me, to complete our project for English for Self Expression. &lt;br /&gt;Ive always enjoy writing, especially in English, and am trying to improve myself day by day.&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swallow&lt;br /&gt;“Mommy mommy look what I have found!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the sound of the angelic voice snapped me back to reality. Around the corner of my eye I see the silhouette of the angel who called me mommy. An active boy he was, always running around our wooden and attap house, discovering things old and new. As the angel approaches, he skipped and jumped on my lap. Feeling the weight of the 10 year old boy, I cuddle and peck him on the cheek. The soft brown eyes, slightly pout nose and his curly hair really resembles his loving father, who I have been missing dearly. Oh how I love my little angel, like the never ending flows of the river, it never fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mommy, see what I have found!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He screams again, with his hands clasped tightly, never wanting to let go of whatever he has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Show mommy what it is.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask, staring into the round brown eyes of the angel who sat on me. He then carefully releases his hand, to reveal the moving figure, which I could not recognize only till he completely moves his hand to show the small fragile creature to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What kind of bird is this mommy?” He asked, always being the curious one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no expert on birds, but years of toiling in the paddy field did teach me something other than backpain and suntanned skin which comes with it. I examine the beast carefully. It is still a chick, with no fur, and it’s eyes are still completely shut. From my experience the chick maybe about one to two days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Its a baby swallow.” I announce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy eyes gleamed up and I can see the sweet smile on his face. With full of hope, he asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can we keep it? Please....” he begged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept silence for a couple of minute, the boy, being persistent, just sit there waiting for my answer. We never have pets in the house. It is a struggle to feed just the two of us, let alone to feed a pet. We got our food from the jungle, or we just plant it in the little plot of land behind our house, next to the paddy field. Meat is a rare occasion, only when I managed to sell my vegetables in the local market, or with some luck, my little boy would go fishing in the small stream which I use to irrigate my paddy field and caught catfish which then will be cooked for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes you can son, only if you promise me you would take care of it” I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without even answering me, he leaps for joy and kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you mommy, I love you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words that touched my heart, because it comes from a 10 year old boy, who’s heart is pure and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning before he went to school, he feed the baby swallow milk and seeds from the vegetation he collected. At school, he was always in the top 5 student, and always managed to bring home report cards which he then explained to me how good he was, considering that I am illiterate. My heart swells with pride, because my only son, the apple of my eye, is doing excellent in his studies.&lt;br /&gt; And as soon as he came back to school, the first thing he do is visit his little Momo, as he named it. After a week or so, little Momo learned to walk, although a bit clumsy. It always tripped from the basket which was used to put him.  My angel grew to be very fond of Momo, sometimes plays with it for hours. &lt;br /&gt;But the happiness did not last long. In about 1 month or so, Momo begin to learn how to fly. When Momo flew through the window and disappeared, I saw my little angel tears welled up. He soon cried, knowing the little birdie would not come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry son. What that is good must come to an end.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, despite his age, understood me, and started to wipe his tears and look me in the eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry mommy, I promise you I won’t cry anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch of warm hand woke me up from my dream. I was sitting on the same balcony, reminiscing the time when my angel was still a mere 10 years old. Now stood before me is a full grown young man, tall, dark and handsome, a perfect clone of his father. My angel is now going to study under the government scholarship in Australia. Leaving me behind to take care of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mommy, I’ll be leaving soon. Ill hope you be ok. If there is anything wrong, aunt Salmah is next-door if you need her”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ill be fine son.” I said, choking up my tears of sadness and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, who has been very close to me, knew how my feelings for him. A love without any boundary, as vast as the water in the ocean, uncountable, and would never dries. We hugged, like we used to when he was small, but this time, it is the other way round. Years of toiling in the field has taken a toll on me. Back pain, rough skin, small cuts here and there has taken me back over the years. I was thinning, and weak. But for the sake of my son, I would never show my weakness. I must be strong, for my little angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEP BEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi arrived. Reluctantly I release my grip, letting my son to ready to pack his things in the car. About 20 minutes later he was ready to go. I could not hold on to my tears much longer. Streams of tears trickled down my check, although I tried so hard not to give in. My son, who knows the dilemma of letting him go is raging inside of me, hugged me one last time, and kiss my cheek before entered the cab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I won’t be long mommy, promise me you will make my favourite sambal when I get back”. He smiled, still keeping his promises over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch the taxi go, I have mixed feelings broiling up inside me, waiting to be released. Scared, angry, happy, lonely, sad, proud and the list could go on. Now I know what he must have felt when Momo flew away 12 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;  Now that my ‘swallow’ has left the nest, I must carry on, living the rest of my life without any remorse and regret, knowing that I have raised my ‘swallow’ well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my mum and all the mothers in the world. We Love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-7958486767340734577?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/7958486767340734577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-story-swallow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/7958486767340734577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/7958486767340734577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-story-swallow.html' title='A Short Story &apos;The Swallow&apos;'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-5319073277464710538</id><published>2009-11-05T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:10:33.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Scribble..</title><content type='html'>allo yaall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for the last post, really cant stand that bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, update, he and my ex got trashed good, and eventually got banned and kicked by the group's admin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICTORY is sweet...&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&amp;lpver=3&amp;ref=11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/000203FB.gif" border="0" title="Click to get more." &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its exam week now. And I do not know a thing....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 6.00 am now, and I got exam at 9.00 am. A subject which i loath... Mok blaja pun dah x tauk apa nok dibaca...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll guess I will be repeating the subject. Gosh my mamma will be so MAD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next year MOLECULAR SPECTROSCOPY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I would like to apologize to a friend of mine, TIMAH, bout my last post. I was raged by emotions, and I just want to share my thought. Cant stand sutun treat me like that. IM SOOOOOOO SORRY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahla... mok rilek lok k... BuHBYE....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-5319073277464710538?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/5319073277464710538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-scribble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/5319073277464710538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/5319073277464710538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-scribble.html' title='Short Scribble..'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-2495438448378938776</id><published>2009-10-27T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:10:10.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNUSUAL ME.....</title><content type='html'>OWH GOD!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;damm, i dont know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i wanted to say sorry for not updating my blog for a while. Been very busy with work and studies. Hmmm... where should i start first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I should start with things that pisses me off. Well, these last few weeks has been very hectic. With deadline to meet, and projects to be done. And another unnecessary sonofabitch which i should deal with. The story goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day, i was visiting one of my group i FB, then i saw that there was some people there, talkin bout shit and stuff. Then, i saw this sonofabitch's post, who is clearly cakap besar n kurang ajar with the people there. And he was talking as if he represents us. Then i posted something like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok i noe and im sorry for that. i know that 'some' of the JPK are outspoken and think that they own the world. zul n asep, honestly aku pun malu... But one bad fruit doesnt represent the whole batch. Youre just talking to the wrong person. So bg pihak JPK aq nak minta maaf byk2. Harap kejadian tok x jadi dendam to mana2 pihak." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, need i mention that i dint say anything harsh there? and guess what, that sonofabitch replied with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha!!! Even a 'not staight' JPK pon boleh mengadu... Cian nya... Neway, keputusan Muktamad, I wont resign... Kt dpt lihat, mcm mana kepimpinan Timbalannya, bgtu la kepimpinan Ecxo2 yg lain... A 'not straight' people cant show other people to be straight... Ibarat Ibu ketam mengajar anak nya berjalan lurus..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wont say this, mun nya x mula kan dolok... Hahaha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WAS LIKE...WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAKA AKU YG MULAKAN DOLOK? TERANG2 DAH NYA MULAKAN. When I read this I was literary trembling. My hands are shaking and I could feel my face flushed. CELAKA BABI ORG YA PDH AKU MCM YA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dkt post2 lain pun nya buat macam ya. Eventhough aku x buat apa2 pun. To people out there, who really think that I act immature and stupid, LET ME TELL YOU THIS, I HAVE MY DIGNITY. AS TOLERATE AS I COULD EVER BE, I COULD NEVER LET MYSELF BE TREATED LIKE THAT. I DONT CARE WHAT YOU SAY. IF PEOPLE RUN AROUND TELLING STUFF ABOUT YOU WHO ISNT TRUE, BECAUSE OF PERSONAL DISPUTE, TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL. I BET YOURE NOT THAT GOOD ENOUGH TO SHRUG IF OFF RITE? TELL ME AM I RIGHT!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention that he invite my ex-GF along... YES YOU READ IT, ITS MY EX-GF PEOPLE!!!! To stand up and support him there. Because all these other people trashed him because hes being a jerk by showing off and stuff. PATHETIC.... He even msg some of my frens to stand up for him. YES, YOU READ IT RIGHT. And, were turned down, because why? its obvious.. HES RETARDED!!! AND ARE OBVIOUSLY WRONG!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did I mention that the bitch(ex-GF) never step her stupid paw in UNIMAS? and did i mention that shes in sabah now? NOW YOU KNOW THAT THE SONOFABITCH IS REALLL DESPERATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWW...... cmon.. and that piece of shit STILL wont stop. GOSH.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, another friend of mine posted something as her status. And I heard from her that the crazy sonofabitch begged her to delete it. PATHETIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bitch still wont stop.....*sigh.....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i read one of my frens blog. She criticize me for posting my feeling out. OK, gurl, hear me out. Nya yang start tukarkan hal professional ke hal personal lok. AND SEPERTI YANG AKU MDH TDI, AKU MANUSIA, AND MANUSIA ADA BATAS NYA. APA PERASAAN KO MUN ORG PDH KAU KENJA, PISAU CUKUR AND ADA BANYAK SKANDAL. APA KO RASA, MCM YA LA AKU RASA. AND JGN KO MOK JUDGE ORG MUN DAH XTAUK CRITA DARI HUJUNG PANGKALNYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU X SUKA ORG ANOK AKU DARI BLAKANG. IF YOU HAVE TO SAY SOMETHING, JUST SAY IT. AND YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT IM A CALM AND COLLECTED PERSON. AKU X CPT MANAS. AND ADA SESETENGAH BENDA YANG AKU X DPT TAHAN. AND THIS IS ONE OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you other guys, I wont except "rilek2" or "cool2". So sick and tired of these kind of comments. I lost my cool a LONG time ago with this crazy MOTHERFUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, GOD created manusia sebaik2 ciptaan. Tapi KENAK masih ada manusia mcm tok. Harap one day ill get the answer. Mun mok menguji tahap kesabaran aku, I SNAPPED. So get off my back. X perlu la mok bangkitkan kemarahan aku agik!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to guys and gurls out there. I am generally a guy who likes to laugh, and loves to smile, have fun and very optimistic. Me being this mad is very unusual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I need to go now, before i smash my keyboard for typing too hard...&lt;br /&gt;chow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-2495438448378938776?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/2495438448378938776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/10/unusual-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/2495438448378938776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/2495438448378938776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/10/unusual-me.html' title='UNUSUAL ME.....'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-2690341979839286088</id><published>2009-10-11T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:25:01.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post for My Female Friends</title><content type='html'>Something for you to wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You say to us, "You're not romantic anymore." Fine, we'll try harder. But only if you agree to initiate once in a while, too. Deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then there's "You never listen." This is not an inherently male trait. I mean, how many times does a guy have to explain the infield-fly rule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No, you don't look fat. Did we mention how you never listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you ask our opinion, please don't get mad when we give it. The color of the curtains shouldn't be a referendum on our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It's just a spider, for Pete's sake. Step on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We worked a 60-hour week, took out the garbage, did the dishes, paid the bills, walked the dog, changed the oil, picked up the dry cleaning, read to the kids, and gave you equal time. All we're asking for is 3 hours on the couch on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. No more deflecting responsibility for crummy behavior with cute and kittenish responses. You can't giggle your way out of trouble anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You know damn well what we're doing in there. Stop asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Forget the notion that raising kids is harder than maintaining gainful employment. More important? Yes. But harder? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you continue to dump on our best friend, we will probe the (many) character tics of all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you want to have kids, you have to have sex. This is not a complaint. This is science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Somewhere, somehow, women were sold this idea of "fashionably late." Men don't get this. Make up a fashion emergency if you must, but don't ask us to be intentionally tardy. It's like asking us to kick the host in the groin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Yes, that woman is hot. Yes, we appreciate beauty. That's why we're with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. We do listen. And empathize. But when your troubles have been analyzed until there's nothing left to talk about, can we please stop talking about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If we fell in love with you when you had long hair, we're going to want you to keep your long hair until death do us part. We'll beg, but would prefer not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. As for commitment ultimatums, just address numbers 1 through 15 on this list,  then we'll talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that well gurls.. Treat your man nicely, and they will do the same.:)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and do me a favour and click the link below please... tq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luckofirishptc.com/index.php?ref=sesumpah89"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.luckofirishptc.com/banners/banner1.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-2690341979839286088?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/2690341979839286088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-for-my-female-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/2690341979839286088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/2690341979839286088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-for-my-female-friends.html' title='A Post for My Female Friends'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-6840462514965724005</id><published>2009-10-07T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:43:51.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post Which All Guys Should Read and Remember..</title><content type='html'>Guys, it hard to find a friend, but its harder to find a TRUE friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came across this article a long time ago, and I am glad Ive kept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a guide on how to choose your friend, and how to be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He Doesn't Help You Move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favors are guy currency. "It's how they express how much they care about each other." If your buddy is always busy when you need him most, or you don't bother soliciting his help anymore, the friendship may be in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He Call You Only When He's Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gone from comrade to counselor. "It's no longer a two-way relationship," says Lynn. Dump him or start charging by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He Rarely Hangs Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In contrast to women, who emphasize emotional closeness, men have friendships based on activities they do together," says Koji Ueno, Ph.D., an assistant professor of sociology at Florida State University. If you no longer make time for each other, the friendship is doomed.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I have experienced this kind of problem. With a friend of mine. Rarely seen him nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. His Jokes aren't Funny Anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His frat-house antics aren't as hilarious now that you're 35 with two kids," says Lynn. "That's because you're in different life stages now." Related sign: You talk only about the old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. He Lies About the Small Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys base friendships on whether the other person has their back. "When trust erodes, the friendship follows," says Lynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. He Talks About How Much More You Earn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men tend to pair up, friendwise, based on background and status. "If one friend suddenly gets a higher-paying job," says Ueno, "that could put the friendship on thin ice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Your Girlfriend Thinks He's a Dolt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women judge relationships by whether they're socially appropriate, "so she'll be able to tell right away if the only thing holding your friendship together is the past." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is a wonderful thing. Dont mess it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-6840462514965724005?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/6840462514965724005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-which-all-guys-should-read-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/6840462514965724005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/6840462514965724005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-which-all-guys-should-read-and.html' title='A Post Which All Guys Should Read and Remember..'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-4377197557781225277</id><published>2009-10-01T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:47:05.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Beautiful To Share....</title><content type='html'>We guys don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. We don't care if a guy calls &gt;OR TEXTS&lt; you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. That it can't wait till the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong We'll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you can quote me.Don't be mad when we hold the door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Advantage of the mood I'm in.Let us pay for you! Don't 'feel bad' We enjoy doing it.It's expected.Smile and say 'thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking,we'll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.We like you for who you are and not what you are.Honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's.or my T-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily. Stop using magazines/media as your bible. Don't talk about how hot Chris Brown, Brat Pitt, or Jesse McCartney in front of us. It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word 'handsome'/'beautiful'? I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with 'Hey handsome!' instead of 'Hey baby/stud/cutie/sexy' or whatever else you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I'm not saying i wouldn't like it ether ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, don't wait for him to change! Ditch his sorry ass, disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will honor your morals&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowes&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say 'i love you' ..and actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the nice guys a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys re-post this if you agree.&lt;br /&gt;Girls re-post this if you think it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will re-post this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVICE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Holding Hands&lt;br /&gt;Girls :If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of&lt;br /&gt;times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Movies&lt;br /&gt;Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loving each other&lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laying below the stars&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Boys. If you like a girl, just TELL THEM. There's nothing to be afraid of. And if you don't , you'll regret it your whole life. They might just like you back, take that chance , its worth it ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicated this to the love of my life...&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ayang...&lt;br /&gt;Miss you SOOOOO much...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-4377197557781225277?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/4377197557781225277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-beautiful-to-share.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/4377197557781225277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/4377197557781225277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-beautiful-to-share.html' title='Something Beautiful To Share....'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-9210057736589716870</id><published>2009-09-30T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:52:11.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Holiday, Swimming and My Molested 'Member'</title><content type='html'>Well, im back... from a long waited holiday into a very hectic week....sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I had fun though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the sungai near my kampung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ chicken and pork(YUMMY!!) sambil mandi-manda and minum beer...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, got an important story to tell...hehe... Happened on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this old guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the story goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were on our 45 minutes ride to my kampung, we stopped at Bt 10 to eat breakfast and buy stuff for our BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;And while we were in a shop buying our stuff, and i was at this hallway where i was standing trying to decide whether i should buy 1 or 2 packet of BBQ sauce, when at the corner of my eye i saw this man(bout 50 year old i think) trying to get to the other side of the shop...&lt;br /&gt;Me, being kind to people, gave way to this person.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WHEN SUDDENLY, HE PURPOSELY BRUSH UP AGAINST ME AND QUICKLY TOUCH MY PENIS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, OMG!!!! Standing there still blurred with my encounter, I then ran off and pay my stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? That old man is damn ugly!!!! Ada hati mok touch me. Sheeeeetttttt.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, why must this kind of thing happened to me.....&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&amp;lpver=3&amp;ref=11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/000203DB.gif" border="0" title="Click to get more." &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I managed to shrug it off and continue my day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is one of the pictures of me in Bukap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SsOmVHPT-_I/AAAAAAAAABY/p_Q0-2f9-Rc/s1600-h/Image0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SsOmVHPT-_I/AAAAAAAAABY/p_Q0-2f9-Rc/s400/Image0369.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387332460915981298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked like a tourist lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, will be back with new stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-9210057736589716870?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/9210057736589716870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-holiday-swimming-and-my-member.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/9210057736589716870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/9210057736589716870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-holiday-swimming-and-my-member.html' title='About Holiday, Swimming and My Molested &apos;Member&apos;'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SsOmVHPT-_I/AAAAAAAAABY/p_Q0-2f9-Rc/s72-c/Image0369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-6963346334384535074</id><published>2009-09-25T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T02:27:57.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXyXMLOB0ps&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXyXMLOB0ps&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miss You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't breathe,&lt;br /&gt;when your shadow is all over me, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be a fool in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what we had was built on lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when our love seems to fade away,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me - hear what I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna feel the way that I do,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be right here with you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see, see us apart,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say it straight from my heart:&lt;br /&gt;I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it take for you to see?&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand,&lt;br /&gt;that I'll always believe (always believe)&lt;br /&gt;You and I can make it through,&lt;br /&gt;And I still know I can't get over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when our love seems to fade away,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me - hear what I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna feel the way that I do,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be right here with you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see, see us apart (see us apart)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say it straight from my heart:&lt;br /&gt;oh, baby I miss you, I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when our love always fades away,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me - hear what I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna feel the way that I do,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be right here with you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see, see us apart, (oh no, see us apart)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say it straight from my heart:&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I miss you, I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna feel the way that I do (the way that I do)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be (just wanna be) right here with you (right here with you)&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see (don't wanna see) see us apart (see us apart, oh, baby)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say it straight from my heart:&lt;br /&gt;oh baby I miss you, I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of my love...&lt;br /&gt;If youre, reading this, I LOVE YOU,&lt;br /&gt;And I REALLY MISS YOU, I DO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&amp;lpver=3&amp;ref=11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/00020376.gif" border="0" title="Click to get more." &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-6963346334384535074?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/6963346334384535074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/6963346334384535074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/6963346334384535074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-you.html' title='I MISS YOU'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-6516005127218177330</id><published>2009-09-20T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:34:45.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IM IN LOVE........</title><content type='html'>Its me again, its been a few days, maybe weeks since i post something here. Been very busy lately... Damn so many things been happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the best thing has happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY fall in love.....&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&amp;lpver=3&amp;ref=11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/0002016A.gif" border="0" title="Click to get more." &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i have promised myself that i would be single, but, feelings cant be stop right?hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its been a long time since I had this feeling, I almost forget how it feels to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant forget about the one you love. I am thinking about her 24-7... Missing her everyday, and spending my sleepless night thinking about her. One night before my exam I cant even study because I need to hear her voice.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the our first kiss was awesome.... Enough said...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I met her a little bit too late.. They are in their semester break.. so now i have to wait for another one WHOLE month to meet her again...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Babe, if youre reading this, Ill promise you I will wait for you. And remember that I LOVE YOU, always. To God I pray that youre safe, and well. Ill wait for you to come back, and we could spend the whole day just the two of us, ok???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends out there, I know I sound obnoxious..haha... But thats what people do when they are in love. They think the world is only for the two of them and they dont care what other people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least thats what happened to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, got to go, will be back with more stuff to tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&amp;lpver=3&amp;ref=11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/000201C1.gif" border="0" title="Click to get more." &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-6516005127218177330?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/6516005127218177330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-me-again-its-been-few-days-maybe.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/6516005127218177330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/6516005127218177330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-me-again-its-been-few-days-maybe.html' title='IM IN LOVE........'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-1384226899642458376</id><published>2009-09-10T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:32:31.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt suddenly out of nowhere came this feelings of self insecure and sadness which overwhelmed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I did, its normal actually, everyone will have their day. But recently for me, the visits of this unwanted visitor are becoming too frequent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could talk to someone about this, but there is nothing to talk about. No words can describe what am I feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-1384226899642458376?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/1384226899642458376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/1384226899642458376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/1384226899642458376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-you-ever.html' title='Have You Ever....'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-8245245183108456713</id><published>2009-09-07T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:11:19.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER NONSENSE RUMBLING</title><content type='html'>WOW, last time i check my poll, 2 vote for 'YOUR BLOG SUCKS!!!!'.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took me for a minute there, but haha...  THANKS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally there are 2 people who hate what i am doing. A million thanks to you for being honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it would be nice if you guys could tell me whats wrong and how i could improve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, THANKS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-8245245183108456713?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/8245245183108456713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-nonsense-rumbling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/8245245183108456713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/8245245183108456713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-nonsense-rumbling.html' title='ANOTHER NONSENSE RUMBLING'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-5531293424667119841</id><published>2009-09-06T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T04:10:37.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview, Lectures, Exams and CLUBBING</title><content type='html'>Been nearly a week has gone by without me posting anything. Last week has been very hectic. A bunch of crazy stuff happened and thank God its over now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tuesday got exams, which is quite easy i guess... Then the evening of that day i went to the hospital, damm i got my astma attack again. Dont noe why though. Balik rumah than sleep over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday i woke up and went to another trip to see the doctor. finished at about 12.30 pm. Then got a message from my coursemate. Apparently because i skipped her class sooooooo much, she wanted to see me. ANOTHER thing to deal with...*sigh..*. Dtove back to Unimas that night intended to go to class the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was shitty. Coughing all day long. Escaped my night EPP class and go back home to ready for the interview on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was ok, i think i messed up in the interview though...haha... Bila Sarawak merdeka pun aku x tauk...LOLX... memang hancuss laa.... Habis at 10.30 am, then balik umah, rilex a while and then balik to Unimas, again. At 2.00 pm i have lab practical class, which i came in late. The best part of today is... ITS THE WEEKEND!!!!! That night we went to a place like no other, GRAPPA!!!!haha... partied all night and met some new friends and potential partner...;) The party was for the last time before my fren, Karlslaw and Neo went for their practical in the open seas. The nice suprise is, a friend of mine who said that he wanted to wait till he is 21 to club(pathetic rite? you can never be too young to have fun lol) was there!!!haha... Fester, congrats lol!!! Then we spent the rest of the night lepaking and slept at Rachel's house.&lt;br /&gt;p/s.. somehow my cough got cured that nite...haha... weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...Woke up, sakit tekak, sakit palak and sakit blakang sbb bergelek hebat glak last nite lol... Memang sakit gler la. balik unimas at 12.00 pm, then kluar gik at 3.00pm cos wanna send Karlslaw and Neo to the airport. Planned to go clubbing that night but dindt cos still sick from the booze ang ciggies from the other nite...haha... and btw, i lost my voice lol. Dont even realise it before i started to talk to my fren late at night. SCARY LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday... Just spend the day rolling on bed and FBing... nothing much. Still have sore throat though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, damm tired this week. Nasib dah lepas. To Klow and Neo, jaga diri bait2 k... Jangan nyundal kuat glak di tempat orang...haha...&lt;br /&gt;CHOW... would be back with more shitty stuff. Stay Tuned..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-5531293424667119841?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/5531293424667119841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/09/interview-lectures-exams-and-clubbing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/5531293424667119841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/5531293424667119841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/09/interview-lectures-exams-and-clubbing.html' title='Interview, Lectures, Exams and CLUBBING'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-5489146654344697244</id><published>2009-09-01T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:15:21.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yadda....Yadda....</title><content type='html'>its been a few days since ive posted something. well, been busy lately and lots of stuff been happening. &lt;br /&gt;first, my camera rosak. damm.... terjatuh time i pegi Jejak Jiwa Merdeka. sedeynyer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/Sp4UpP-HG6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/uSomUEO0aXY/s1600-h/P8280033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/Sp4UpP-HG6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/uSomUEO0aXY/s200/P8280033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376757704021187490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of a few moments b4 the tragedy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, i fell sick yesterday... finally... i thought i would never fell sick. bscause all these people around me been fallen sick and i wonder when will my turn be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, finally, a lecturer of mine called me to see her. haha... damm.... my fault for always escape her class....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, three unfortunate event in just four days. &lt;br /&gt;for the good part however...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i got the interview for Tunku Abdul Rahman biasiswa...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my midterm on tuesday quite easy, considering that i dint come to class that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. merdeka eve at grappa RAWKS!!!!! no regrets in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damm...  lots of stuff happening in less than a week. thank god nothing life altering stuff happened yet..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats it. buhbye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-5489146654344697244?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/5489146654344697244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/09/yaddayadda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/5489146654344697244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/5489146654344697244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/09/yaddayadda.html' title='Yadda....Yadda....'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/Sp4UpP-HG6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/uSomUEO0aXY/s72-c/P8280033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-6957273343923885388</id><published>2009-08-28T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:22:01.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!! Good News!!</title><content type='html'>hi, its me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, FINALLY, something happened to me today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news im supposed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the story goes...&lt;br /&gt;it was 3.00 pm, i was minding my own business in my room, when suddenly.... my phone rings, with a number which i dindt even recognize. i pick it up, the lady on the line was someone from yayasan sarawak. apparently they wanted me to come for an interview!!! TAR scolarship man!!!! awww shit!!! i was called for an interview on the 4th of september... i hope i got the biasiswa... imagine what i can do with the money...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats about it, i hope i got the biasiswa.. then i could afford to go clubbing every week lol...haha.. not that i would do that...:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats it. am nervous to go interview, but i wanted that biasiswa sooooooooooo much... WISH ME LUCK GUYS!!!!&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&amp;lpver=3&amp;ref=11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/000202EE.gif" border="0" title="Click to get more." &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-6957273343923885388?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/6957273343923885388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-good-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/6957273343923885388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/6957273343923885388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-good-news.html' title='Finally!!! Good News!!'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-3305216303674194644</id><published>2009-08-27T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:56:04.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fucked Up Life</title><content type='html'>well, i have a longing in my heart, a feeling of emptiness, feelings which words cant even describe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i think that longing is what makes me through the day. the urge to find that 'something', that we assume would make us feel complete and happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we as a human being, wont feel satisfied for what we had, and always leaving us wanting more. this cycle of greediness would repeat itself until there is nothing left to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me though... i am in need of someone who i could call mine. someone who i could share my life with, who i could turn to whenever i am feeling down. my life has been full of shit recently, and i would want to share with someone who care enough to listen to me and pull me up when i am down, and someone who care enough to call me to check up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have someone like that before, but due to my own, stupidity, i lost that special sumone. guess you never know what you got till its gone huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/Spbw1M9x6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/4tYb8iLzgr0/s1600-h/cute-emo-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/Spbw1M9x6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/4tYb8iLzgr0/s200/cute-emo-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374748002117347442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess that is too good to be true. its not that easy too find someone who is that perfect rite? well, bad things happens to fucked up person like me. guess i should hold on and live my life being a happy hypocrite that i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my post seems sound a lil bit too negative lol.. got to stop b4 it gets too weird... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 5 am, and i think i would like to go to sleep now. buhbye. c u guys later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-3305216303674194644?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/3305216303674194644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-i-have-longing-in-my-heart-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/3305216303674194644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/3305216303674194644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-i-have-longing-in-my-heart-feeling.html' title='My Fucked Up Life'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/Spbw1M9x6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/4tYb8iLzgr0/s72-c/cute-emo-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-3936358476418194279</id><published>2009-08-26T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:12:57.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a boring day...</title><content type='html'>hi, its me again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today sucks.... nothing interesting goin on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30pm...bru bgn tdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.00pm...go to ceramah antidadah. sumhow i just found out that im one of the AJK lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07.30pm...the function finish, have bloated stomach cos ate too much.... i even tapau home 1 box, estimated about 24 air kotak...haha... then baring2 kos terlalu kenyang... asa ular asa...haha... then do *ehem*...if u noe wut i mean,;p... mandi, then ready to go to meeting with hayat mpp at 9.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30pm...go for meeting, lasted for about 3 hours...sigh...then go out to eat and sheshaing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.15am...balik to UNIMAS..tapau pork porridge to eat...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats it for what ive done today. nothing much. just the usual stuff. you cant expect everyday to be exciting dont you?haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its my third post, and i finally recieved my first 'below average' vote.haha... well, thank you to my fren for took the time to view this, LUV YA ALL!!!! and i would appreciate it that if you could took the time to tell me whats wrong with my blog and how i could improve it for your viewing pleasure...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats it. please leave your comments and vote for me k????thank you....&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&amp;lpver=3&amp;ref=11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/0002020B.gif" border="0" title="Click to get more." &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s... why does all my post always involves pork???hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-3936358476418194279?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/3936358476418194279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-boring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/3936358476418194279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/3936358476418194279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-boring-day.html' title='Its a boring day...'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509674115534705716.post-181608047957665023</id><published>2009-08-25T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T03:07:03.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Happens..</title><content type='html'>hmmm.. remember my last post where i say that i would want to change the world one step at a time?, well, i think today ive made a difference, its not that big, but at least i tried... let me tell you how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 1.30pm today... tereskep my morning class, and went str8 to my labtop and bukak the inet... my life's been full of internet lately lol... then bukak.... wait for it.... wait for it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACEBOOK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, its pathetic, no wonder im getting FAT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...... then i saw this particular gurl who posted sumthing like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl A : You are what you eat, bla2......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to my suprise, her fren then responded with this...i quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl B : mena2..mun makan B.A**..maka hati, jiwa, and perangai pun cam ya juak...mun makan sayur..macam kamek..segar jak..sihat....ahaks... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like...WTF? then i responded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : oi, consider la org lain ckit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was furious... i mean, cmon... cant she see that other people might see the post? then tuanempunya post replied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurl A : No komen...bla2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that gurl, thankfully, deleted her first post and replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl B: Stevie: oopss..sory2..mek mintak maaf..minta maaf ye..sorry2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, tryin to be nice, replied with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : xpa2, ku x kisah, tp mun org lain nangga klak nak ka susah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then girl A changed the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats it. i cant believe there was someone... i cant find the right word.. i mean, cmon..... cant she see that we live in a multiracial environment? at least ive tried to be nice to her. and to my friends who viewed my last post, im sorry if im being inconsiderate, bout the pork thinggy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats what ive think ive done good today, but i think ive done too much shitty things that overweights that... escape class, bla..bla...bla... the list could go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was boring though, nothing interesting happen, except the fact have a long rest lol... but why does im feeling sleepy??? i hate it when that happens. so thats it, ill be back tomorrow and write if i got nothing better to do... sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : pork is still gooooddddd...........:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-181608047957665023?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/181608047957665023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/08/stuff-happens.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/181608047957665023'/><link rel='self' 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An Encounter...</title><content type='html'>well, im here at last.. my first entry.. feeling kinda excited really..haha.. cant describe it. Actually i don noe wut to say....&lt;br /&gt;hmm... let me start with why i pick &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WeAreAllSinners&lt;/span&gt; to be the name... well, funny story really... let me start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 1.45pm today, while i was eating my tapau from siang2 and playin barn buddy on facebook(i know, pathetic rite???:) i heard a soft knock on my door. i thought it was my fren, cos we have class on 2.00pm... but to my suprise..... 2 aussie guys and one chinese guys came into my view. at first i was like.."WTF??', but i quickly snapped back to reality and swollow a mouthfull of rice+chicken+pork desperately tryin to clear my mouth and speak...haha... bodo na asa... then they introduced themselves, i forgot the name of two of them, but i remember 1 of the aussie's guy name, it was paul or sumthing, they are here for a visit, cos they have a seminar or sumthing in singapore... ANYWAY, the chinese guy do most of the talking, actually they came to berdakwah or sumthing, the chinese guys told me that he converted to christian and would like to share God's words or sumthing. Imagine how ankward it was, i was topless, and have to listen to this guy for like ten minutes....darn... then he offered if we could say a prayer together. luckilly i could grab my shirt..haha... and we say a lil prayer together. then they thank me, and the chinese guy say that if i could give him my number, i, tryin not to be rude, gave him, but for some reason i gave a wrong number... NOW WHY DID I DO THAT???;) then they left... it was already 1.58pm, i managed to sneak a mouthfull or two of my very delicious tapau and left to class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how does this related to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WeAreAllSinners?? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;honestly, i don noe.. but i think you all would agree rite that we all have sins? that encounter was if i have to put it in one word, WEIRD...&lt;br /&gt;im being a hipokrit, im not that religious after all, i think some of you might know that, but im tryin my best to do my best to be a better person and to make this world a better place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJgZTpMo7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/bP4CjfSTutg/s1600-h/PigArt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJgZTpMo7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/bP4CjfSTutg/s200/PigArt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373463293292487602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;one step of a time. morally, i think ive done good, but not religiously... what do you think? do me a favour and comment please... THANK YOU!!xoxo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s... i just finished eating my tapau... so hungry la....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pork is soooo goodd.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509674115534705716-2737414659195667581?l=stevieastly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/feeds/2737414659195667581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-entry-encounter.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/2737414659195667581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509674115534705716/posts/default/2737414659195667581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevieastly.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-entry-encounter.html' title='My first entry... An Encounter...'/><author><name>WeAreAllSinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763096870785115931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJQzb9YXwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-o3EHlmzSvU/S220/P8220734.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtVcnKXfxEI/SpJgZTpMo7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/bP4CjfSTutg/s72-c/PigArt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
