<?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-35229977</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:15:43.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Lifeless Tomzee-</title><subtitle type='html'>Things Happening Around Me, My LifeStyle, Feelings, Thoughts and More!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-5719226898366407003</id><published>2009-12-29T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:49:46.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The 2010 Gist: A New To-Do List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, this isn’t just the flipping of another calendar year. It’s a landmark event. With The New Year comes a New Decade and with every decade we see actions and attitudes that define its generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decade will host at least two Presidents. In a decade, you will be grown up and moved out, possibly married and a parent of your own. In 10 years, our planet’s population will be almost double what it is now while the possibility of losing your own parents are even greater. The food demand will almost-certainly still be supplied by a military-industrialized system while our armed forces will either be assisting and rebuilding the world or adding more fuel to the fire. No matter what age group or demographic you’re in, 2010 is now and you are its generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made a list of the things I’m passionate about that I am committing myself to in the coming decade. As I began the writing exercise, a sickness stirred up inside. Both my stomach and head dizzy as I think about how grand a task I am setting myself up for. Somehow I fear our heavy handed human horded world is beyond a certain tipping point, that our industrialized ways, those that require every last drop of bloody-oil to stay afloat, to stay fed, to stay warm, have pimped our population to such great heights that we couldn’t afford to stop the machine now. The thought of all the imbalance caused in the last century makes me to want to withdraw from any and all ways of participation in a modern world, vowing to never have kids, eating only concentrated astronaut food while surfing my numbered days away with fins crossed hoping that our coastlines don’t become too polluted before I do. Even being on the Internet, sucking up energy from the grid is no longer a turn-on. It’s a luxury I don’t feel I deserve. Even though my home operates on an array of Solar Panels, my participation online invites people to recharge, log in, and potentially ignore their own environment, sitting hunched over, morphing into a creature dependant on software updates. I just talking about myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I prefer to use Blogging, Twittering, and Performing as a place to continue any kind of “Conscious Conversation.” This is why I love SuperForest.Org and Ted.Com. This is why I raise my hand to play Farm-Aid, to Support Equality for All, to fight for legalization of natural herbs and alternative medicine, to sit at the feet of Gurus, my elders and peers, and learn whatever I can. If life is my college then blogs are my homework assignments. The Internet becomes the safeguard of my reputation. By sharing my hopes, dreams and ambitions, I’m more likely to walk whatever I talk. And if I inspire one person in the process, perhaps that person will continue the conversation, even starting a blog of their own to back their word, and so on. And feeling like there’s others buzzing out there in the world, I sleep better knowing our species is indeed awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resolutions or missions I’m committing to may read like conspiracy theories and I apologize in advance for typing so excitedly. So in an effort to peacefully and powerfully inspire anyone, I’m breaking the list up and making it my topic of blogs for the remainder of the week, counting down to New Years Day. Please check back daily, lending your eyes, ears, and open mind to a loving transformation of our beautiful life on Earth. This is the only home we have and these are its only moments. I do believe in the power of possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top 5 Conversations Worthy of My Commitment in 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;# 5: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Buy Local or Die: I &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Will Support Natural &amp;amp; Organic Food Sources&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did you know that processing one pound of meat requires 5000 gallons of water? Did you know that 1 cow used to produce fast food and grocery store ground beef requires 35 gallons of oil (1 barrel) to support it’s force–fed life? Did you know that cows are natural herbivores (grass grazers) and are force fed corn feed, cow parts and other animal bi-products to speed up the process to where they are fat enough to be slaughtered? Did you know that for a cow to not die in this process, a cow that sleeps in its own manure, is pumped full of antibiotics and other drugs to stay “healthy?” The chemical waste of a cow is no longer suitable as fertilizer as it would kill the plants. Cow piss is toxic and of course floats downstream throughout the food chain in all forms, one way or another, to us. When you buy this meat, you are supporting a Military’s action for oil in the Middle East. You are supporting pharmaceutical companies as well as the unethical and environmentally hazardous treatment of the only home we have. Buying quick and easy meat is like biting the hand that feeds you. Modern industrial agri-business is THE #1 contributor to the dying world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t just stop in the beef business. Every kind of processed food that comes from a factory farm is a derivative of genetically modified corn – the growing and manufacturing of which destroys soils, covering ground with chemical fertilizers made up of ammunition seeping downward, polluting the water table, or evaporating into the air causing acid rain and adding more heavy metals to the overheated global climate crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much all of the food not found in the produce section of a grocery store has no nutritional value. You’d be better off eating cardboard. Even our non-organic produce puts up with a lot of bad juju before it ever leaves the farm. This is why I choose to live on raw, organic, live or concentrated foods (powdered foods i.e. from Healthforce Nutritionals and Sunrider Brands.) Even farmed fish are forced to eat corn and are also pumped full of medicine to ensure it survives the journey (somewhat) to your dinner plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another story here about the kind of dinnerware we use. Are you using Styrofoam or Plastic Plates and Cups? Because only the most arrogant of Kings would use synthetic table settings just once before throwing them away. The more we use them, the less safe our soil and seas are as these materials fail to biodegrade adding, yep, more toxic uh-oh to our ground, river, and drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last centuries’ ideas for efficiency (created to keep companies like McDonalds and our Military thriving) have screwed farmers and only fattened the now cancer haunted consumer. In the new decade ahead, we either boldly adopt new practices or bravely continue down the path to forgive and forget and hope that what we eat doesn’t kill us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to raising your voice about global health and environmental concerns, YOU CAN VOTE WITH YOUR FORK. The way we consume WILL dictate where and how our food is grown. Our role can be the greatest in the food chain if we pause and say a blessing once in a while, acknowledging the food itself and those who grew it, packaged and delivered it, making it safe and possible for you to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we all shifted our attention back to grass-fed meat, we would be supporting farms that participate in a natural turning of land, from sunlight to grass, grass to proteins, protein to fertilizer, rinse and repeat. Not to mention, we would be treating our divine bodies better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying organic produce makes a powerful statement about how you prefer your food grown - by people, without the use of chemicals. The Best Fertilizer is a Farmer’s Footsteps. And the best place to stock your kitchen is your local Farmers Market where you can actually talk to the farmer and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Year I Resolve to Buy Local, to Buy Organic, and to lend my voice and practices to the Family Farmers who need us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-5719226898366407003?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/5719226898366407003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=5719226898366407003&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/5719226898366407003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/5719226898366407003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-gist-new-to-do-list-to-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-5937572734379458694</id><published>2009-05-01T04:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T05:12:00.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Glow &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;With&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/SfoTpLuef_I/AAAAAAAAACI/FsCMrkN9sSk/s1600-h/21042009533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/SfoTpLuef_I/AAAAAAAAACI/FsCMrkN9sSk/s400/21042009533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330594707189694450" 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/35229977-5937572734379458694?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/5937572734379458694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=5937572734379458694&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/5937572734379458694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/5937572734379458694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2009/05/glow-with-flow.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/SfoTpLuef_I/AAAAAAAAACI/FsCMrkN9sSk/s72-c/21042009533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-2243903770917027815</id><published>2009-03-13T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:47:51.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Wasted!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Yes, yes, yes ppl, update..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Well how am I suppose to update when I dun have time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;And I dun have anything to share?&lt;br /&gt;Well, Of course there is things to share,&lt;br /&gt;Is just too much words to be put in one picture sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Will try my best k? So sorry readers and ppl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Well.. Of course 1stly you ppl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Readers and frens make me wanna write more about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;myself and things that is happening around me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Although I'm not that good in words or a poetic poetrist..&lt;br /&gt;Drop some comment sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Yeah.. Thank You all.. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;=' )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to go to Singapore, to attend/join a competition, but end up, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO OUTSIDERS ALLOWED IN THIS COMPETITION. BY GOVERNMENT OF SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was like all plan and is all so last min canceled..&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;But that didn't stop us from going there..&lt;br /&gt;Will be leaving here around noon to Singapore to shop around,&lt;br /&gt;Meet some Dancers,&lt;br /&gt;Dance around, ds&lt;br /&gt;Live the life of a Street Dancer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. In a studio,&lt;br /&gt;There are alot of things that would happen&lt;br /&gt;and has already happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs in life are well expected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I just don't understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When is improvement not enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When does training time and what type of dance are we doing is a concern?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember ppl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wisdom ALWAYS lies in the heart of those who have understanding&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pls wake up,&lt;br /&gt;Understand that being better than what you are now is important, do not wasted anymore time.. Push yourself and you know it well, we are getting there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is about time to Invert..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivs- TomzBlurz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-2243903770917027815?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/2243903770917027815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=2243903770917027815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/2243903770917027815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/2243903770917027815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2009/03/wasted-yes-yes-yes-ppl-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-2010330865771102024</id><published>2009-02-09T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:27:19.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Today, I had an open hse.. Time pass and i was thinking..  I'm feeling sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things pass so fast and it feels like is wasted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another competition passed..&lt;br /&gt;And.. When am I.. Oh sorry, is when are we going to get out there to show ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;We are ready, we are ready to get out.. But..&lt;br /&gt;But, the crew is not ready..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray and I hope that we are going to be physically, mentally and emotionally ready to get out there to bring up the name..&lt;br /&gt;To share, tell and explain the true meaning of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivs- Thomaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-2010330865771102024?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/2010330865771102024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=2010330865771102024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/2010330865771102024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/2010330865771102024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-4709403346548118476</id><published>2009-02-04T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T04:24:15.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;True Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Don't have to hide who I really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm safe with you and I'm willing to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;That you make me smile, you make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;These are somethings that shows me you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;When you talk, you look me straight in the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Your words are comforting, sincere, and true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;You know what you want and you'll take the risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;To achieve greater heights, I support you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you'll lend me your shoulder to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;When things are down and no one's around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You hold my hand and help me understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;A true friend indeed, I have found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;We rise to triumph, we may fall astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Materials and wealth can be taken away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;But there are people who sticks with you through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't put a price, that's what friends are for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I truly appreciate who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;My dear friend, our friendship goes far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what happens, whatever may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be written in my life's story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I pray that God will keep you safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And give you strength throughout to day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Walk with the lord, remember to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We'll meet in near future, somehow, someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Poem is written by a very special friend that left to Australia  on 31th Jan 2009..&lt;br /&gt;Charity is the name of the dearest friend..&lt;br /&gt;When your gone, things haven't been bad..&lt;br /&gt;You're starting a new life there, and I'll continue mine here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well.. You know what happen on the 31th of Jan..&lt;br /&gt;No need me to say more about what happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short.. The whole January is been the best time I ever had,&lt;br /&gt;but 31th of Jan things has change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards- Ivs Thomaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-PeAcE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-4709403346548118476?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/4709403346548118476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=4709403346548118476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/4709403346548118476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/4709403346548118476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-friend-dont-have-to-hide-who-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-3243217289157115888</id><published>2008-12-24T03:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:25:41.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DANCE &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DANCE &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well.. update up date.. so sorry ppl, was kinda busy... = p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something new, I'm taking up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Salsa&lt;/span&gt;.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Salsa&lt;/span&gt; is not bad at all.. is kinda of stiff but is hard to control..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one dream i had before this..&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to learn every single dance that I could be able to learn before My Life ends.&lt;br /&gt;So now i move on, there i got my self a new Girlfren, Salsa.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. The amount of dance I know now has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BreakDance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hip-Hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Popping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Locking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Krump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND NOW I PRESENT TO YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Salsa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha.. That was lame.. so yeah.. now I have 7Girlfrens wow.. well done .. =.=""&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Frankly, nothing keeps me happy other that dancing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God &lt;/span&gt;gave me a talent, a life born talent, to enjoy dancing, and I'm going to use tat well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A great thanks to a few ppl tat inspired me and keep me moving..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Most Beautiful Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Most Handsome Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Greatest Grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Frens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charity (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Really glad to see you and hope to dance with you again&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mabel (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Don't you ever worry, cause i'll never give up anymore&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;You work hard, I will work harder than you bro&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Hahn (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Thx for the support My Parther in Dance&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Ling (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SalsaJay&lt;/span&gt;) (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yeah, I know crown the girl&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Emson (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope to see you in 2009 and our battle you promise&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Yean (&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;No worries, I'll try to sigh less&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Miki (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll work hard enough that you can see me on air soon&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;And alot more other frens (Sry if i didn't mention your name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks alot guys.. You guys are the best.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards- Thomaz a.k.a B-Boy Blur/T Wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-PeAcE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-3243217289157115888?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/3243217289157115888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=3243217289157115888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/3243217289157115888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/3243217289157115888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/12/dance-dance-dance-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-6726010796584764518</id><published>2008-09-29T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:52:41.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Story Game Season 3 (Its Getting Lame)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Boy is fake but not tat person he lies, in real he was pretty boy! He started beating those guys prettier than TY!! but he didn't do any girls! Ty than called nao to F*** Off but she didn't cz she believe tat all fakers deserve worse than it. But PB cannot be putting on yuyue's bra! TY got kick and he cried pails worth of tears and flooded all over kuala lumpur and PJ plus Selangor.Later on the tear was announce best in JB and some say singapure la!! Ty say dun pray pray ar!! Then thomaz say "Eh brater i watching movie ar!! Many people looking at me!! Aiyo! scared wat?!! I TAIKO maaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then BeBee called ty and scolded for being irresponsible towards christina by keeping her away from her home!!But he didn't admit cz he trying to finish dancing only think  &lt;img src="http://smileys/new/shocked.gif" alt=":o" class="bbc_img" /&gt; . He didn't care to think of her and was continue doing his work. Poor christina too much sweat already! Until smelly.. TY then buy perfume, but armpit too hot! So didn't wear shirt and walk home to give thomas his cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on mini cooper,TY drive in and order McDonalds but christina emo with TY cause eat chocolate without giving anyone. PB also wanted but TY didn't bring to PD. Yuyue ended christina's cry because TY hugged UU and PB hugged christina got emo cz bulat didn't turn right into the longkang, so ended up jumping out of PB's pocket! TY ended up broke so yuyue plan change KC into something like PB! however wrong thoughts to others and to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF STORY GAME SEASON 3*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-6726010796584764518?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/6726010796584764518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=6726010796584764518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/6726010796584764518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/6726010796584764518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-game-season-3-its-getting-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-8640279794096781557</id><published>2008-09-29T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:47:09.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Story Game Season 2 (Is Getting Better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina's Camera snap picture of PB and decided to post up but KC scolded... NO way because his spiderman jumped onto him and grabbed yuyue but ian terkiss her, yuyue started spamming KC's ass and kianfai passed by yuyue crossed the gate of doom 2. Here comes Davidtcf with his new britney look that makes people vomit till the sky drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davidtcf than KC to come over Penang Bridge and wait christina come pick them and throw them onto the SEA to feed BBS! And ian help BBS lick every where he can to make himself satisfied. They got tired so and slept together gether at ian's favourite mamak that provides ais kosong kurang manis but Tomblurz kind off blur so drank it and complained tak ada gula lar! TY came and slapped thomas fac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thomas cry and yuyue follow him go find his mother with a hand full of david's transformers that crash becoz bbs eat ice-cream stolen from bulat's house but bulat's parent didn't like it. Bulat chase TY and tickle him but he drop down laughing without sound. he started getting nausea and vomited on kianfai. kianfai wiped yuyue car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naoty got blur and bang by car but the got damage and ty died! But he revive back and found himself in hospital bed  cover in yuyue house, TY cried for KC to helpbuy chocolate so tat KC can eat chocolate everywhere without TY eating any of it. Then TY cried louder becoz he too sad no chocolate but bulat gave him her goldfish pet to eat him up and pee on his house, without warning he shouted at thomas BLUR BOY! thomaz didn't  &lt;img src="http://smileys/new/smack.gif" alt=":smack:" class="bbc_img" /&gt; the com but he jump across yueyue till he fell on the floor, sad, then ian quickly pick bulat to buy ice-cream but she ended up choking Yuyue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-8640279794096781557?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/8640279794096781557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=8640279794096781557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/8640279794096781557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/8640279794096781557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-game-season-2-is-getting-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-2022450348183440994</id><published>2008-09-18T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:43:34.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This is a story game forward from our forum.. check it out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; GAME SEASON 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomzblur came with naoty but he is busy with scratching his tits, and kianfai helped. Then tomzblur love to eat a lot. But he starting to feel full of himself. then kianfai kentut so kuat until christina flew far away till bebee slapped tomzblur's face for being in the wrong place at syed mamak and christine scream for police cz kianfai broke his own little small bulat's ice-cream and it was flavour with lots of Rambutan and hairy like cactus and bushy like Naoty's key chain. But he didn't stop, so police sayang and police benci started to run around act like kucing gatal and scream and say 'MORE! MORE, Hit me! Yea BabY! then police kena marah and scold kianfai for screw people with lighter and cigar specially imported from DUBAI but custom made with lots of cili padi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuyue wanted the cigar but Bulat eat it. She couldn't because Ian farted it. Later Ian go and poke kian fai and grab his cigar. Kian fai say HELP! Yuyue become supergirl and shouted 'BANKAI! but it backfired on Kian Fai but he cant hear because supergirl put banana in his little TUTU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Christina and kianfai hold yuyue's cigar and shouted 'BBS!!!!!!!!!!' so they all  explode the banana with super lantern. Yue yue took tomzblur's TYTN and chucked into naoty's blogspot but it jump to yueyue's shirt and got eaten by kianfai.. kianfai's stomach bloated up and explode with rats crawling out. Yuyue and christina run to naoty. this cause him to run for his life! NAOTY shouted "PUPPY POWER!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naoty turn and yuyue powerfully farted onto Christina until faint! Christina immediately took out her precious but cheap fingers to cover her nose but, the Camera ate her piece of fingernail skin inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF SEASON 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-2022450348183440994?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/2022450348183440994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=2022450348183440994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/2022450348183440994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/2022450348183440994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-story-game-forward-from-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-3012354449435135580</id><published>2008-08-14T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T02:51:06.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings has been really wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that i've done before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you want it.. Fine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it and respect it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to change everything,&lt;br /&gt;Forget everything that happen before pls..&lt;br /&gt;I really regret for doing everything,&lt;br /&gt;Give me a brand new start pls!!               Help Me, Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 August 2008,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Freaking birthday is coming man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 more dayz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things i haven't achieve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what man, birthday sucks to me anyways.. always the same thing.. every same thing happen in august,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always happen in august!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEY, THOMAZ CHEE, B-BOY BLUR!! WAKE UP FROM ALL YOUR FANCY DREAMS!! DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO DO IN LIFE, YOUR AIMS, YOUR PASSION. WAT DO YOU LOVE THE MOST IN LIFE!! IS DANCING!! DANCING MORE THAN ANYTHING!!! REMEMBER THAT!! WAKE UP!!! CHANGE THE WORLD, PROVE THAT DANCING IS SOMETHING DIFFERENT!! REMEMBER THAT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sry to disappoint everyone of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomaz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is now coming back on track,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartless but the love and passion is always there for DANCING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PeAcE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life -FUCKING- Go On Man-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-3012354449435135580?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/3012354449435135580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=3012354449435135580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/3012354449435135580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/3012354449435135580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-4922534612448684029</id><published>2008-08-13T05:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T05:32:09.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Take A Bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout a round of applause? Standin ovation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh Yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;You look so dumb right now&lt;br /&gt;Standin' outside my house&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to apologize&lt;br /&gt;You're so ugly when you cry (Please)&lt;br /&gt;Just cut it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Don't tell me you're sorry cuz you're not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby when I know you're only sorry you got caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you put on quite a show&lt;br /&gt;You really had me goin'&lt;br /&gt;But now it's time to go&lt;br /&gt;Curtains finally closin'&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a show&lt;br /&gt;Very entertainin'&lt;br /&gt;But it's over now&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab your clothes and get gone (You better hurry up)&lt;br /&gt;Before the sprinklers come on&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' bout "Girl, I love you you're the one..."&lt;br /&gt;This just looks like a re-run (Please)&lt;br /&gt;What else is on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And don't tell me you're sorry cuz you're not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby when I know you're only sorry you got caught&lt;br /&gt;But you put on quite a show&lt;br /&gt;You really had me goin'&lt;br /&gt;But now it's time to go&lt;br /&gt;Curtains finally closin'&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a show&lt;br /&gt;Very entertainin'&lt;br /&gt;But it's over now&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And the award for the best liar goes to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;For makin' me believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That you could be Faithful to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let's hear your speech oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout a round of applause? Standin' ovation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you put on quite a show&lt;br /&gt;You really had me goin'&lt;br /&gt;But now it's time to go&lt;br /&gt;Curtains finally closin'&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a show&lt;br /&gt;Very entertainin'&lt;br /&gt;But it's over now&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's over now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do I have to say?&lt;br /&gt;Just let it go cause is over now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PeAcE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life Goes On-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-4922534612448684029?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/4922534612448684029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=4922534612448684029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/4922534612448684029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/4922534612448684029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-bow-how-bout-round-of-applause.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-9001757141306884370</id><published>2008-08-09T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:18:08.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;8/8/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it just pass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing happen everyday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there is somehting new,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislocated my right hand again, now is relocated back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means i lost most of my skills again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing focus lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to get back on track!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come On Thomaz, wake up from wat your doin and feeling now, wake up and get back on track!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PeAcE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life Goes On-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-9001757141306884370?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/9001757141306884370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=9001757141306884370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/9001757141306884370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/9001757141306884370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/08/8808-well-it-just-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-4741965963321994660</id><published>2008-08-08T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T02:04:39.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Letting It Go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go something or someone you love the most is very very hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guess it right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let someone go.. Sigh!!!&lt;br /&gt;  Its been so sad and angry at myself for the pass one week just to think about wat to do is best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will guess shes not the right Prince I guess..&lt;br /&gt;  Its always not the right one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i really hope something or someone I love would understand how I feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh... dunno what to say.. but just gotto live life on and persue my dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Greatest Distance Divides Us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;   Not Because You Are Oblivious To My Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;    When I Stand In Front Of You;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  But Because We Love Each Other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;   Knowing Fate Will Forever Keep Us Apart..  - Tomz-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PeAcE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life Goes On-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-4741965963321994660?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/4741965963321994660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=4741965963321994660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/4741965963321994660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/4741965963321994660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/08/letting-it-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-4296413815824715888</id><published>2008-07-31T02:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:36:41.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M VERY SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost 2 phones.. But got my 017 back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I love told me to stop loving,&lt;br /&gt;Shot me with hurting words,&lt;br /&gt;And I've A Broken Heart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;31th July 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-2:33AM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting this Feelings out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A great smile that have just ended by a drop of sad potion..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just like a small river running down a big waterfall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter who I love, is still the same..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heart Broken,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just like a very sharp knife that slice through a peach..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afraid to drop in to the same hole again..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Numb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like a heartless man moving on with out emotion......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PeAcE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life Goes On-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-4296413815824715888?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/4296413815824715888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=4296413815824715888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/4296413815824715888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/4296413815824715888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/07/sad-im-very-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-5842165949357416314</id><published>2008-07-28T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T02:05:32.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Love" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. Today is a very thoughtful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love and Love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just when out with Prince, was really happy.. Long story short, I'm now facing my com. and think,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is an important factor in physical and emotional intimate relationships. Though the term is notoriously difficult to define, any thoughtful inquiry into the subject will show it to be qualitatively, not only quantitatively, different than liking, and the difference is not merely in the presence or absence of sexual attraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to one analysis, love in relationships is divided into two types: passionate and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;companionate&lt;/span&gt;.  Passionate love is intense longing, and is often accompanied by physiological arousal (shortness of breath, rapid heart rate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Companionate&lt;/span&gt; Love is affection and a feeling of intimacy and is not necessarily accompanied by physiological arousal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that are in an intimate relationship with one another are often called a couple, especially if the members of that couple have ascribed some degree of permanency to their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such couples often provide the emotional security that is necessary for them to accomplish other tasks, particularly forms of labor/work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend once told me "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maybe you're facing with some right now. All I want to say is everyone has his or her problems, We're just human beings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not everything is perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i shut my mind and stop thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sigh.. Maybe is not the right this to love.. I just over a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nalise&lt;/span&gt; stuff too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. that all i feel like sharing.. Good day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Couple That Work Together, Lurk Together**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PeAcE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Life (Sigh) HAS To Go On-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-5842165949357416314?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/5842165949357416314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=5842165949357416314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/5842165949357416314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/5842165949357416314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-7154182676441488143</id><published>2008-07-27T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T04:20:57.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; represents a range of human emotion and experiences related to the senses of affection and sexual attraction The word &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic plesure to intense interpersonal attraction. This diversity of meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an abstract concept &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; usually refers to a strong, ineffable feeling towards another person. Even this limited conception of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, however, encompasses a wealth of different feelings, from the passionate desire and intimacy of romatic love to the nonsexual. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in its various forms acts as a major facilitator of interpersonal relationship and, owing to its central psychological importance, is one of the most common themes in the Creative Arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PeAcE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-7154182676441488143?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/7154182676441488143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=7154182676441488143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/7154182676441488143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/7154182676441488143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-love-represents-range-of-human.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-1424042868053412200</id><published>2008-07-27T03:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T04:15:08.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MiX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FeElInGs&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= / = \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix Feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; but as well hate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just too much on my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sry&lt;/span&gt; Prince, just remember tat I won't give up so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;easily&lt;/span&gt;.. I'm a man to my words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when to eat crab.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right after training.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. Tired Tired Tired.. Miss u Prince.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... Love Love Love.. So hard and Sometimes unexplainable.. But anyway Prince.. I'll always be there if i could, always love you.. Well I'm not omnipresent right? You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gotta&lt;/span&gt; work well for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; future, me too.. So work hard together ya.. I know we need more time as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;.. I always understand that.. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even after all this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun never says to the earth "you owe me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what happens with a Love like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It lights the whole Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;PeAcE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Live Goes On-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-1424042868053412200?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/1424042868053412200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=1424042868053412200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/1424042868053412200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/1424042868053412200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/07/mix-feelings-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-2223625884098105485</id><published>2008-07-25T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T02:12:49.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; House Style Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Well everyday is also the usual thing happening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But as for today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I get to see my Prince!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; (sound so gay man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. Darn happy.. = ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Feels like all my worries is gone when Shes around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.. But I'm Damn Tired though!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Well today is not that simple,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;today get to learn more about House Style... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;House&lt;/em&gt; is not a new type of dance, but instead &lt;em&gt;House contain lots of history back then too.. &lt;/em&gt;House is a type of dance tat is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;espressable&lt;/span&gt;, with Feelings and also, as well as Funky!! House Style contain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of Footwork, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jackings&lt;/span&gt;, Stomping and many more.. Its a easy but as well hard dance if you don't like or not be able to dance that well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all I know about &lt;em&gt;House though.. = ) Cheerz!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**Do To Others As You Want Others To Do To You**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PeAcE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-Life Goes On-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-2223625884098105485?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/2223625884098105485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=2223625884098105485&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/2223625884098105485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/2223625884098105485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/07/house-style-baby-well-everyday-is-also.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-5793867425843905171</id><published>2008-07-24T03:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T03:53:47.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tired&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Today was really nice being at class.. Got my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;Design &lt;/em&gt;are now better in view of Looks, Structure, Fashion touch and of course the whole Model.. But the whole day only drew 6 piece, but its all base on hardwork though.. When back home and did 15 more piece.. X P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well, right after doin 15 piece your eyes won't feel so well especially when you just finish dance training!! Damn!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;..... Damn It just can't seem to stop!! Just love it!! = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sigh... I'm so Sorry my Dear Prince That I can't call you, my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Digi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;line didn't have creait at all.. But I promise I'll call you the next time k? So so sorry.. Don't be angry and sad k? Remember to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;!! = ) Miss ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Todays new phrase is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Learn To Understand, As You Want To Be Understood!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-PeAcE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life Goes On-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-5793867425843905171?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/5793867425843905171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=5793867425843905171&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/5793867425843905171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/5793867425843905171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-tired-sad-fu-ti-sad-fun-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-9213845469833727241</id><published>2008-07-22T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T03:51:02.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired + Headache&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= Super TirAche**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning woke up at 8.30.. Well, waking up at tat time is consider late compared to others but with 3 hours of sleep? Is Hell no enough man!!&lt;br /&gt;My Beautiful Adorable but Sorrow Eyes was so heavy, can't aford to look down at all..&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I look down, I go ZZZZzzz... Hmmm... But still have to go college..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draw Design Draw Design draw design draw desi...... Wait.. Is not going to till lunch time... YAY, Luch time.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Makan time man.. Todays feast was the legend Mr Chicken, KFC!!! Yum yum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I when for a short walk with my classmate Jeff.. When to some local designers shop to check out some cloths..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot 1!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is Sweet man.. It cost RM !@#.*#.. opss.. I meant RM 132.00.. just a Shirt and a built in Vest but of course, with Fashion Touch... (When I Bought It Only You See LA!!) Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. After College when to meet my Dearest close Fren Prince (Is a Adorable, and of course beautiful girl k? I'm not Gay!!) Prince pick me up to come and get some stuff.. Then we spend some time together.. Was really really happy.. Happiest Day.. Hope Prince is glad relax, calm, chilled too.. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait thats not all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sure gotto teach class le.. But didn't know that I can't do much.. so when i stretch.. OUCH!!!! My hamspring hurts... Okok.. No Air freeze, Chair freeze, power moves, just Top Rock will do... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;After teaching still need to train to be strong er so just did some Handstand pumping Hand walks and stuff.. Little but sweat alot.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When home right after that.. took a nice chilled but warm bath.. so comfortable after that.. nice.. COZY!! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that I switch on my com and EHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ya.. I forgot I'm Typing these.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Good Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn something today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Men Can Never Understand Women, Just Love Them!!** Cheerz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PeAcE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life Goes On-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-9213845469833727241?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/9213845469833727241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=9213845469833727241&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/9213845469833727241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/9213845469833727241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/07/tired-headache-super-tirache-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-1649015063028020810</id><published>2008-07-21T02:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T03:01:03.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nose bleeding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was A numb Guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But didn't noe tat I wasn't numb anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... I Bleed!! haha.. sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because of you i'm not numb anymore..&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the day I know you, ever since the day you came in to my very life of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know have a Heart,&lt;br /&gt; A Heart that could Care,&lt;br /&gt;  Could Care for you,&lt;br /&gt;   And only you I'll ever Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PeAcE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life Goes On-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-1649015063028020810?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/1649015063028020810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=1649015063028020810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/1649015063028020810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/1649015063028020810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/07/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-8121274170467737020</id><published>2008-07-21T01:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:38:32.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>20th of July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a&lt;br /&gt;Interesting,&lt;br /&gt;Happy,&lt;br /&gt;Heart Breaking,&lt;br /&gt;and also Tiring day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Interesting day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Interesting cause today I was at Sunway walking around with my Best and Closes Fren(Tats Why I'm Happy Too)..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Heard Mickey mouse music then when up to the highest floor the check out.. HAHA.. Guess wat I saw? Mickey Mouse? No la of course, but I saw 4 Cheerleader Dancing with a thick make up..&lt;br /&gt;Is more like seeing 4 plastic girl dancing.. Funny but Wierd.. (Evil!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Well, like I've said I when out with my best and close fren tat I love alot.. So was really happy.. Talk to her the Prince and hmm.. spend time together.. Haha, guess wat? I've learn a new word.. Killlll Yewww... ( Try it with a high and sharp pitch) Cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Heart Breaking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Well just painted the DJ Deck and is half way done at the studio.. but suddenly Bosses wife say boss draw until not really nice so decided Her and Me paint and redraw again.. Sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Tiring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Everyday I also tired one le.. So.. Is has no differents!! Still Have to train in order to improve!! Just love my job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Remember this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks Fade, But Great Conversation Last Forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PeAcE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life Goes On-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-8121274170467737020?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/8121274170467737020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=8121274170467737020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/8121274170467737020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/8121274170467737020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2008/07/20th-of-july-2008-today-is-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-1530455178169402009</id><published>2007-05-23T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:49:20.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-I'm asking-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;When the first time I see you, i fell you’re might be my kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know when?&lt;br /&gt;When im thinking about you, the closer I get to you.&lt;br /&gt;Your voices, smile, laugh, has been tattoed in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt this way before, I think “I fallin deep with you”.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be the man, “who waiting in vain on a carnival” and I don’t wanna be the man on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help me…&lt;br /&gt;I got an untitled felling now!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please..please..make me whole!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll grow old with you, so please put your head on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Help to sway away my uncomfortabe thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say yes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-1530455178169402009?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/1530455178169402009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=1530455178169402009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/1530455178169402009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/1530455178169402009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-asking-you-are-so-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-116478826743244003</id><published>2006-11-29T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:52:24.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About this blog, on this topic, u might be having difficulty reading it.... i would like to appologize to this..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't i start this topic?&lt;br /&gt;Why narroway not straightway?&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;Narroway, narroway...&lt;br /&gt;The readers might think i spell it wrongly..&lt;br /&gt;I noe, i noe, its narrow way... not narroway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this title form this person's blog name samuel (thanks dude)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat about 'his' narroway? the word NARROWay is his Band name.. haha..yup u heard tat right..&lt;br /&gt;Just about this thing or word call 'LIFE'..... wat does it define?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my big red OXFORD Dictionary say; STATE OF LIVING, the ability to breathe, grow, reproduce, etc. Which people, animal... animals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat.. ohh.. haha.. wrong one, not this defination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG'osh..look at all the defination, LIVING THINGS, PERIOD OF TIME, PUNISHMENT(WOW), EXPERINCE/ACTIVITIES, ENERGY/EXCITEMENT, IN ART, STORY OF LIFE and IN CHILDRENS GAMES....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok i passed it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My defination of 'LIFE' is -STORY OF LIFE- ..... although is not stated here but i'll make my own defination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok... the word 'LIFE' to me is like a biography...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a GAME being played by so creature name HUMANS... but in this GAME, there are no restarts, cause we are not the GAME makers... THE BIG MAN (God) IS!!! Scary right it? maybe its not to u.. but to me.. haha i damn scary.. i'm also sometimes affaird to play this game.. come on man!! NO RESTARTS!!! You like it? i don't think so.. we are all not PERFECT, only God is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hav lots of, lots of frens... but their are all different.. some are holy, some are not.. some are frenly, some are not, some are like me, many are not!! i'm sometimes very very sad to see some of my close, good(or so called good), love, hates frens falling back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its like the world has come to an end.. Ppl start turning from their parents, their love ones.. Ppl in the world has became worse, gangster, players, and many more.... Many of my beloved frens has became this way... gone worse and worse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry? Everyone has problems. That's just a fact of 'LIFE'. Whether it's facing rejection at school, losing a spot on the team, finding out your parent has change their attitude towards u, or being stressed out from too much work at school, our troubles are simply a matter of degree. Some people carry a heavier load than others. Considering this reality, it's no wonder tat people are anxious about their circumstances. It is easy to be overwhelmed by our problems, so me, as a Christian is important to remember Jesus' words to his ppl. He had been telling them every single time of their life... Jesus even said "don't be trouble," Easy to say, but hard to put into practise until we understand the rest of God msg. First, He explain this world is not all there is. There is a heaven, not only can we get to heaven, but God will take us there cause He has a way, and the way is JESUS.. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus never sugarcoated LIFE. He never minimized the trouble and trials tat we face, then or now. Although u can't feel, see or smell him.. but, although u, readers are not christians, this guy jesus is just a fren... he is a fren to u when u are down, sad, danger, in need of help, or watever.. We can't see him, but he has left a hope, the hope that is found in faith through our hearts, love and Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Next time you feel crushed under the burden of your problems, remember Jesus, ur new frens' word and his promise: " I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomz™&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-116478826743244003?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/116478826743244003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=116478826743244003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/116478826743244003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/116478826743244003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2006/11/about-this-blog-on-this-topic-u-might.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-115996959379745275</id><published>2006-10-04T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:46:33.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at you,&lt;br /&gt;I shed a tear,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish you still were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sparkling smile,&lt;br /&gt;Your loving face,&lt;br /&gt;Your loss has left an empty space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now you are gone,&lt;br /&gt;Gone till forever,&lt;br /&gt;But someday, I know, we will be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together... Est&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-115996959379745275?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/115996959379745275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=115996959379745275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115996959379745275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115996959379745275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2006/10/lost-i-looked-at-you-i-shed-tear-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-115969311735857392</id><published>2006-10-01T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T16:58:37.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning, Life--and all&lt;br /&gt;Things glad and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;My pockets nothing hold,&lt;br /&gt;But he that owns the gold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun, is my great friend--&lt;br /&gt;His spending has no end.&lt;br /&gt;Hail to the morning sky,&lt;br /&gt;Which bright clouds measure high;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail to you birds whose throats&lt;br /&gt;Would number leaves by notes;&lt;br /&gt;Hail to you shady bowers,&lt;br /&gt;And you green field of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail to you women fair,&lt;br /&gt;That make a show so rare&lt;br /&gt;In cloth as white as milk--&lt;br /&gt;Be't calico or silk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, Life--and all&lt;br /&gt;Things glad and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tomz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-115969311735857392?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/115969311735857392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=115969311735857392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115969311735857392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115969311735857392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-morning-life-and-all-things-glad.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-115969058918729706</id><published>2006-10-01T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T16:16:29.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Feeling unappreciated] I'm feeling unappreciated . You takin' me and for granted. I don't konw why are u doin this, you know what is between right and wrong, WHAT THE RIP is going on with you... Its not only you, but others too[ you know who yourself are], if u wanna be rude, then fine, suit yourself.. But don't come ever talk to me ever again...  I don't know how much more, I can take from you . You don't do the things you used to do.  And I've been feeling, Feeling unappreciated!!!!! I help ppl and won't expect a return, but is just too far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-115969058918729706?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/115969058918729706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=115969058918729706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115969058918729706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115969058918729706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2006/10/feeling-unappreciated-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-115969263501589007</id><published>2006-09-30T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T01:39:34.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't know why t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hings has to be this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Is not like it happen today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is not a poem or a poetry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But something to express myself lately,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why must everyone has broken heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And why must I be the one suffering this all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In this fine day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But can't do as you may,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Life is a miracle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But we still need an optical,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A broken heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;is just like a broken soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But no 1 ever knows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why thing like this goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just can't help to stop thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cause tat what is making me cracking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But all I can say is this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That you should never miss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God is with us and victory is on ourside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't worry about anything cause is all nonsense outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-115969263501589007?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/115969263501589007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=115969263501589007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115969263501589007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115969263501589007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-know-why-things-has-to-be-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-115955442234287387</id><published>2006-09-30T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T02:27:02.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- LiFe -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not need to see your feet in order to walk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need only have faith that your feet are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words you choose to tell the truth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are as important as the decision to be truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no matter the size of something now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it began on something smaller...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-115955442234287387?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/115955442234287387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=115955442234287387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115955442234287387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115955442234287387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-you-do-not-need-to-see-your-feet.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-115955419556550624</id><published>2006-09-28T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T02:23:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;( Just a short passage about Friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Friendship is a promise spoken by heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It's not given by pledge..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It's not written on papers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It's a promise renewed everytime we keep in touch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-115955419556550624?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/115955419556550624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=115955419556550624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115955419556550624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115955419556550624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-short-passage-about-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-115955403857752051</id><published>2006-09-27T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T02:20:38.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you like a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like a girl...&lt;br /&gt;Leave her cute text messages.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Trust her over everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her she looks beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Look her in the eye when you talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;Tell her stupid jokes to make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Let her mess with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mess with HER hair.&lt;br /&gt;Just walk around with her.&lt;br /&gt;Include her in most things you do.When she cries do whatever to make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive her for her mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her like she's the only girl you see.&lt;br /&gt;Tickle her even if she says stop.&lt;br /&gt;Hold her hand even when you are around your friends.&lt;br /&gt;When she starts swearing at you tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Get her mad, then kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;Tease her and let her tease you back.&lt;br /&gt;Stay up with her all night when she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch her favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;KiSS HER FOREHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;Give her the world.&lt;br /&gt;WRiTE HER LETTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her know she is important.&lt;br /&gt;Let her take all the photos of you whenever she wants.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;If u really love her, take care of her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't play with her heart, or feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Make her feel special, and dun ever be like me,&lt;br /&gt;To hurt ppl's feelings or to play her heart,&lt;br /&gt;Or God will seriously punish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me my friends,&lt;br /&gt;If you love a girl,&lt;br /&gt;Love her whole heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;Remember,When you really fall in love with her, tell her.And when you do tell her.. Love her like you never loved before...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-115955403857752051?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/115955403857752051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=115955403857752051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115955403857752051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115955403857752051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-you-like-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-115955365597199268</id><published>2006-09-16T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T17:24:36.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Angel With the Rainbow Umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Her soul called mine...&lt;br /&gt;in a time caught in forever...&lt;br /&gt;it was eternity defined...&lt;br /&gt;our eyes locked in seemingly countless hours...&lt;br /&gt;without words nor a whimper...&lt;br /&gt;our hearts knew what to say...&lt;br /&gt;doors opened then we understood...&lt;br /&gt;love- the only thing existing between us...&lt;br /&gt;in a next faster than a moment we held each other's hands...&lt;br /&gt;erasing the past, rewriting the future...&lt;br /&gt;with a mutual thought...&lt;br /&gt;agreed in together...&lt;br /&gt;but the gods became angry...&lt;br /&gt;together is to exist in stolen time...&lt;br /&gt;it was not to be hers, nor to be mine...&lt;br /&gt;so the Angel with the rainbow umrella passed by...&lt;br /&gt;my soul met her, then bade goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-115955365597199268?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/115955365597199268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=115955365597199268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115955365597199268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115955365597199268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2006/09/angel-with-rainbow-umbrella-her-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-115955207183200833</id><published>2006-09-15T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T02:04:17.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;New Year Resolution&lt;br /&gt;i guess no one believes in resolutions anymore... but i still. i still need to guide myself towards a better path this upcoming year. for last year i must say that  i have not fullfilled all that i aimed for to change in myself. i find it troubling that rather than being changed for the better, i became closer to being worse and very far from the person i want to be. i pray for God's guidance since i am literally nothing without Him. If everything else fails, i know i still have Him. So... for the upcoming year 2006 these are what i have hoped to change.&lt;br /&gt;passion - as i observed in the past, most of my failures rooted to loss of interest. Sad to say but i still don't know why or what it takes me to put my mind into something. Maybe the fact that my past is coming after me... i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;cleanin out my closet - as i have said i became a worse person that i am since before. i lied, cheated, fooled everybody around me. i have kept secrets that i know would hurt everybody i know. i want to let "it" out, i just need the courage to do so.&lt;br /&gt;take my commitments by the heart - all of my resolutions are indeed not taken by the heart. but i still like to make them anyway for me to see or analyze myself. truth is i cannot decipher myself sometimes. maybe i should start with this hmmm... = )&lt;br /&gt;i only have two years for now because im still makin up for the resolutions for last year. i hope that my friends help me attain my goals. i'm really positive that this resolution will work out fine since i did not need to keep them by memory anymore.... Just looking forward to next year... a better year.. but by starting now......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-115955207183200833?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/115955207183200833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=115955207183200833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115955207183200833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115955207183200833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-year-resolution-i-guess-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-115955164490404795</id><published>2006-09-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T01:45:34.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sunday Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sunday and i find myself succumbing to the pressure of slinging back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really... i can't help myself. Te air is cool, the bed is warm. Can i stay? I'll buy you an ice cream tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft dribbles of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture drawn was slowly blurring... twisting... twirling... Hey where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moist air touches my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy... soo dizzy. I wake up with a start. Pausing to catch my breath. Slowly caressing my freezing skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my head on my pillows. Consuming in deep thought. Nostalgic... Deja vu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharp pain in the middle of the chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep cut, like a glorious wound in a night's war. I feel weak. No... more like void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing she left me with before stabbing me right at the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fully awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the fact that my room was complete with her but is completely abandoned at her absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth. The inevitable. It's raining and my cheeks are wet with strange warmness. It is raining on a Sunday,while the sun is smiling on the barren sky outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may say, to grasp something that is completely intangible, and think that it will stay there forever. Humans are empty vessels with the hunger to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, the empty ones do no last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-115955164490404795?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/115955164490404795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=115955164490404795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115955164490404795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115955164490404795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2006/09/sunday-rain-its-sunday-and-i-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-115954808043334475</id><published>2006-09-12T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:41:20.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How it is to Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be completely cruel and heartless,&lt;br /&gt;  Using frens, then tossing them aside.&lt;br /&gt;    I used to feel an angry, bitter hunger,&lt;br /&gt;      Not knowing why, nor looking much inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think the goal in life is self pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;  My own, of course, whatever that might take.&lt;br /&gt;    A woman's feelings had to be her problem.&lt;br /&gt;      Self-sacrifice was always a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with just the slightest twinge of conscience,&lt;br /&gt;  I hunted for my lonely ecstacy,&lt;br /&gt;    And even when i wanted a companion,&lt;br /&gt;      The only one i cared about was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make our worlds, like God, in our own image.&lt;br /&gt;  Mine was a metropolis of stone,&lt;br /&gt;    In which all souls were either fools or cynics,&lt;br /&gt;      Doomed to take their pleasure on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i fell in love with you, and somehow,&lt;br /&gt;  Your happiness meant more to me than mine.&lt;br /&gt;    The desert became green and lush with flowers,&lt;br /&gt;      Like the sun my heart began to shine.&lt;br /&gt;Like a wind i swept across the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;  Like a star i exploded into the night,&lt;br /&gt;    Like a song i held love in my hands,&lt;br /&gt;      And like an angel i knew that this was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that i had thought was proven wrong,&lt;br /&gt;  With all the lies to justify my greed.&lt;br /&gt;    To love was to embrace the pith of Life,&lt;br /&gt;      To feel a joy far stronger than a need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i could so love, i could be loved.&lt;br /&gt;  So someone might want me and believe love.&lt;br /&gt;    To let another know me without shame,&lt;br /&gt;      To give myself and know that i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this i tell you that i might be known,&lt;br /&gt;  That all of me will no longer be alone,&lt;br /&gt;    And if you do not love the one that i am,&lt;br /&gt;      So be it... I may weep, but understand....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-115954808043334475?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/115954808043334475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=115954808043334475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115954808043334475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115954808043334475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-it-is-to-love-i-used-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-115954736074775693</id><published>2006-08-14T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T02:05:51.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Breaking? More like straining!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yup... yesterday on 13 augz, means just now if u lokk at the time,..was a great day of pop, locking, breaking, street, and stuff... wow practise until ermmm... almost 12 am till 1... but tat is still early... too bad at tat time I got sick, over dose of energy, high fever and whole body in pain man... but it was a great day with u guys out there, expecially Joel Tan, NicHoLai, and other instructerz....wow.. and hope u guys, my frens could pray 4 me so tat i could heal fast n practise again... thankz.... tomz™&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-115954736074775693?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/115954736074775693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=115954736074775693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115954736074775693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115954736074775693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2006/08/breaking-more-like-straining-yup.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-115960768698143267</id><published>2006-06-28T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T17:16:21.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I wish you bluebirds in the spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To give your heart a song to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And then a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But more than this I wish you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And in July a lemonade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To cool you in some leafy glade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wish you health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And more than wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wish you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My breaking heart and I agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That you and I could never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So with my best, my very best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I set you free*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wish you shelter from the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A cozy fire to keep you warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But most of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When snowflakes fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wish you love"&lt;br /&gt;such great words yah? : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-115960768698143267?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/115960768698143267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=115960768698143267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115960768698143267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115960768698143267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2006/06/have-faith-i-wish-you-bluebirds-in_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35229977.post-115954666657019039</id><published>2006-06-23T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T03:07:36.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comments on Comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second series of “Comments on Comments”, I’ll tackle the comments and responses that I, honestly, never expected to hear from people. I mean, I’ll always expect praises and flames, but these are the comments and questions that I never really thought I’d read. None of them are bad though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comment:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;“You’re just too young!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Response: “Thank you, except for the ‘too’ part.”Thinking about it: Honestly, I get this comment a lot of times, even outside my blog. If you asked people who’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; met me in person, a lot of them say that my face and my stature give them the impression that I look so old! Well, no big deal to me. My ‘age problem’ only bothers me if and only if they use it as a basis for not listening to what I have to say. Everyone has episodes wherein people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t listen to him/her just because they were either ‘too young’ or ‘too old’. When people listen to what I have to say even if they know how ‘young’ I am, I really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comment:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Can you write my story too?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Response: “but I can’t…”Thinking about it: Some people send me messages telling me that I know how to write a good story, and they would want me to write them an article about their own stories. Honestly, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be much of a problem for me. However, I do believe that there’s nobody in the world that can do a better job at writing your own story than you. No matter how hard I try to write somebody else’s story (unless I was there), the result will never be as good as the result when you do it yourself. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kimo&lt;/span&gt; was alive, or if the Crisis Zone arcade machine could speak, they’d do a better job at making us cry or keeping us on our toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comment:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;“Can I ask for advice? My situation is like this…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Response: *reads intently*Thinking about it: I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; gotten a few messages lately that sought advice from me about their own problems. I read them intently and I try to answer them as best as I can. I appreciate the fact that people are willing to blurt out their whole lives to complete strangers, and that appreciation alone gives me enough strength to answer the questions. After all, reading through them would probably take me about ten minutes, and answering their mail would take me another ten. What’s twenty minutes of my time compared to that guy/girl’s whole lifetime? I try my best to answer the questions based on what I think should be done, but I just want to say that I’m really not an expert on problems; I find it hard to solve my own! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comment:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“How did you get your blog featured?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Response: “I wish I knew.”Thinking about it: One day, I just went up to my computer to do a little work, and I was so surprised to find that my blog got featured! I don’t know how it happened, or who decided upon it; it just happened. I guess it’s a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;“What’s your secret in writing your articles?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Response: “I will not tell you!” *evil laugh*Thinking about it: If the people who’re asking this are referring to the spelling and grammar, I’d honestly say that I let Microsoft Word do most of the correcting jobs for me. If you’re referring to my writing style, well, I don’t have a secret. The way I write is the way I speak—dreamy yet solid, realistic yet idealistic, detailed yet straight to the point. Confused?... yeah, I am too. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comment:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Are you taking up a journalism course?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Response: “well, no…”Thinking about it: I don’t really know why I get this question a lot. I’m taking up a degree in Business Management, and the only English words I encounter are books, newspapers and cable TV. But then again, we get lots of English exposure in my business course, because I think a good business requires good communication skills, so I guess that’s it. On the other hand, I do admire lots of journalists, but I guess the words ‘author’ and ‘writer’ appeal to me even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comment:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“I admire you for not being afraid whenever you post your opinions.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My First Response: *sighs*Thinking about it: I don’t really deserve this. Truth be told, I am always afraid to post a new blog entry. I’m always afraid of what people will think and how people will react to the things I say. There are times when I’m afraid to open my messages and read the comments on my blog. Sometimes I just have to force myself to read the comments on my blog, even if there’s the chance that some of them may be negative. I mean, who’d want to hear the message that’s long, but when summarized, say something like “you suck!”, right? However, because I do aspire to become a good writer, I have to get over that fear. I’ll never grow up and mature as a good writer if I’ll always let my fears get ahead of me and prevent me from doing what I love to do. I guess I’ll always be afraid, but with the help of the people who continue to inspire me to write more blog entries (you know who you are!) I’m starting to learn to let that fear inspire me rather than consume me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comment:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; read your blog. Pardon me, but I think (insert flame here)…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My First Response: *reads comment*Thinking about it: I really want to thank the people who send me messages like this. Although they flame me in a certain sense, I’m still very grateful that they go to extreme lengths to show respect. It’s easier to take in messages like this rather than those that start with “Hey, (insert insult here), (insert flame here)…”, and I appreciate their show of respect very much. Again, as I said before, it’s nice to hear criticism from a reader rather than blind insults from somebody who clearly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comment:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;“I’m eagerly waiting for ‘Comments on Comments part 2’!”My First Response: *smiles* Thinking about it: Well, here it is! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lolz&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35229977-115954666657019039?l=tomz3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/feeds/115954666657019039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35229977&amp;postID=115954666657019039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115954666657019039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35229977/posts/default/115954666657019039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomz3.blogspot.com/2006/06/comments-on-comments-for-second-series.html' title=''/><author><name>Tomzee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967953799197902459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgLDx4b0A58/S51iFriQW6I/AAAAAAAAACc/rK-sqqcN-3E/S220/23576_1347874770571_1042362504_1059314_4399879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
