<?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-9305527</id><updated>2011-07-31T19:12:11.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anson</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145286281793000719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9305527.post-7897788634357513017</id><published>2010-01-28T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:48:00.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love that got hurt yet again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I just read 743362 blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;she is hurt again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;in my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;why is it her again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i wish upon every shooting star..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;wish her to found happiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;find and found are different..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i know she always will have some one by her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;but i didn't anticipate that they all left her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;why is it so hard for her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i gave her up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;because i know i'm useless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;or say after that incident..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i became a worthless brat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;people who knows about us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;gave different comments..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;some say im so rare and long loving..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;some say im stupid and foolish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;what others think and feels..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;them i don't care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;because deep down in my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;you are the one that keep it pounding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the reason is you are doing well in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;suicide is cowards' great escape..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i drop that foolish and immature thinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;got over it and realize something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;all i want to do is wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;wait to see you to have found happiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;that alone have gave me courage to live..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;your everything that i adore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i hoped you remember it all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i wish and pray every moment i remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the more i wish and pray..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the more i feel you being further from me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the more hurt i feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i hope you receive more love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;not from me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;but someone you love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;letting go is part of loving someone too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;its a dilemma issue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;got loving someone always hurts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;when you parts with them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;but if they ain't filled with happiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;why should you hurt your love one longer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;when they can soar and find a new heaven..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;it hurts me so much im teary now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;but i will not cry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To Be Continued.. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9305527-7897788634357513017?l=anson-ahshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7897788634357513017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9305527&amp;postID=7897788634357513017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/7897788634357513017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/7897788634357513017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-love-that-got-hurt-yet-again.html' title='my love that got hurt yet again..'/><author><name>Anson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145286281793000719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9305527.post-4622764320243741640</id><published>2007-11-29T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:04:14.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>really feel tired..&lt;br /&gt;no matter wat..&lt;br /&gt;be it this..&lt;br /&gt;or even that..&lt;br /&gt;life truly sux..&lt;br /&gt;really fucked up..&lt;br /&gt;crazy till insane..&lt;br /&gt;mad till unsound..&lt;br /&gt;school work shits..&lt;br /&gt;monetary prob creeps..&lt;br /&gt;damn relationship leaks..&lt;br /&gt;authorities and management..&lt;br /&gt;they all pimps..&lt;br /&gt;im not rich..&lt;br /&gt;and no beans..&lt;br /&gt;just lalluby sleeps..&lt;br /&gt;damn rich kids..&lt;br /&gt;kill forunate kids..&lt;br /&gt;slap them all..&lt;br /&gt;kick them in..&lt;br /&gt;call them nicks..&lt;br /&gt;but im sick..&lt;br /&gt;not that sane..&lt;br /&gt;but yet kane..&lt;br /&gt;reading a chore..&lt;br /&gt;skip that thing..&lt;br /&gt;hop till more..&lt;br /&gt;hope for gore..&lt;br /&gt;kill for trill..&lt;br /&gt;sleep for rest..&lt;br /&gt;the every end..&lt;br /&gt;watch the stars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anson axilver ansonia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9305527-4622764320243741640?l=anson-ahshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/feeds/4622764320243741640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9305527&amp;postID=4622764320243741640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/4622764320243741640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/4622764320243741640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/2007/11/really-feel-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Anson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145286281793000719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9305527.post-1949760026668901120</id><published>2007-09-29T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:02:16.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to jy</title><content type='html'>rejected..&lt;br /&gt;i was not serious?&lt;br /&gt;i portray this image?&lt;br /&gt;i was really happy wif u ard..&lt;br /&gt;i stopped tnking of sad or emo..&lt;br /&gt;i noe i dun show my emotions well..&lt;br /&gt;i was really finding somone true to be..&lt;br /&gt;i happened upon all million to see you there..&lt;br /&gt;i tnk i let u and myself down all the time spend..&lt;br /&gt;i felt bad..&lt;br /&gt;emo-gaming and cave exile for a few months..&lt;br /&gt;i noe i didnt tak good care of the rs..&lt;br /&gt;i couldve done more..&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt taking intiative enough..&lt;br /&gt;scared to hurt..&lt;br /&gt;sacred to get hurted..&lt;br /&gt;i displayed a bad image of myself into u..&lt;br /&gt;i hate it..&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;im not prefect or flawless..&lt;br /&gt;but i nvr get so motivated at all either..&lt;br /&gt;hope the future stand clear for us both..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9305527-1949760026668901120?l=anson-ahshen.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9305527.post-5171005245534301484</id><published>2007-05-01T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T02:25:08.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st movie to ***</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;30th april, eve of&lt;br /&gt;Labour day.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up&lt;br /&gt;in the noon and decided not to go school after 30mins of&lt;br /&gt;thinking whether to go for my lesson anot.&lt;br /&gt;In the end i&lt;br /&gt;stay home and watch vcd i borrowed from sister and paly a couple&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;games.&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;br /&gt;the evening, meet Edric at AMK mrt who was late and i waited for&lt;br /&gt;30mins which i was 10 mins includingly,&lt;br /&gt;We went to&lt;br /&gt;watch korean movie 200 pound beauty with Alex, Andre, Bryan, Samantha and&lt;br /&gt;Alex's&lt;br /&gt;four unknown colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show was&lt;br /&gt;funny&lt;br /&gt;to its tip. and the touching parts make me cried 1st in a cinema and&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;show or movie. it was my life happenings that catalyst and react&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;moive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of&lt;br /&gt;Feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel&lt;br /&gt;tears&lt;br /&gt;rolling off my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;so embracing&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;tears flow down&lt;br /&gt;when it reaches&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;ending point which is the end of the face&lt;br /&gt;it just cannot&lt;br /&gt;seem&lt;br /&gt;to go off easily&lt;br /&gt;the feeling&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;hurts was felt once more&lt;br /&gt;is it saint or&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;emotional&lt;br /&gt;eyes side by&lt;br /&gt;side&lt;br /&gt;but its like&lt;br /&gt;worlds&lt;br /&gt;apart&lt;br /&gt;left right view&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;same&lt;br /&gt;but aint the&lt;br /&gt;simliar art&lt;br /&gt;how to get the&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;closer&lt;br /&gt;making two in&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;one its seem to hard&lt;br /&gt;close but aint&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;part&lt;br /&gt;hope to walk&lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;but its just so&lt;br /&gt;hard&lt;br /&gt;new is so hard&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;feel&lt;br /&gt;tears are that&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;all come apart&lt;br /&gt;when both eyes&lt;br /&gt;cry&lt;br /&gt;it will show&lt;br /&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;tear of&lt;br /&gt;feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad start? the&lt;br /&gt;middle sounds better ba. the ending was ok only.&lt;br /&gt;This marks the&lt;br /&gt;end&lt;br /&gt;of my 1st pon-sch after sch reopened.&lt;br /&gt;also i felt&lt;br /&gt;that im&lt;br /&gt;lik a typical sch ponster, not pornster ar, read&lt;br /&gt;carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two weeks&lt;br /&gt;time,&lt;br /&gt;the day will come when it bring me back the one memory which i will&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;forget. the reminding memories that hurt me which i didnt make a&lt;br /&gt;move,&lt;br /&gt;the move&lt;br /&gt;that i was late. this gets me heated as im always&lt;br /&gt;late,&lt;br /&gt;this gets&lt;br /&gt;me softer for&lt;br /&gt;being emotional for this, this &lt;br /&gt;was the&lt;br /&gt;1st&lt;br /&gt;that moves my&lt;br /&gt;heart, the first&lt;br /&gt;to break it, the&lt;br /&gt;first crack i&lt;br /&gt;had to&lt;br /&gt;mend, the first scar&lt;br /&gt;i had to mend. On&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;day, i will be&lt;br /&gt;alone and&lt;br /&gt;hope some one will&lt;br /&gt;know.&lt;br /&gt;This is my one&lt;br /&gt;day&lt;br /&gt;of silence, ignorant, agreement, self-hatred,&lt;br /&gt;exilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANson' Literature Department&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9305527-5171005245534301484?l=anson-ahshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/feeds/5171005245534301484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9305527&amp;postID=5171005245534301484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/5171005245534301484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/5171005245534301484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/2007/05/1st-movie-to.html' title='1st movie to ***'/><author><name>Anson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145286281793000719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9305527.post-8463581726551063616</id><published>2007-02-23T06:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:53:15.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some clubbing experience which people dun noe abt me</title><content type='html'>Yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;while with my classmates of E25B at the MOS celebrating Dickson's Bdae..&lt;br /&gt;i had 4 shots of liqour mixed up redbull..&lt;br /&gt;my sisters and the guys invited me to go dancing with them..&lt;br /&gt;at first i was quite awkward as this was the first time i went clubbing with chinese friends..&lt;br /&gt;the others times i went clubbing, i was with malays, indians, sri lankans and even mayamans..&lt;br /&gt;plus there was girls which previously i had not dance with at all..&lt;br /&gt;note1* anson is quite not immusied by girls as he is a nerd and no real sister. noob me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, i can feel the liquor kicking in and i was dancing more naturally..&lt;br /&gt;i was isolating myself as well as the guys were looking for girls but i was more concern about the dancing experience..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i realised that there was 6 ladies whom came 2 by 2 to dance near my area..&lt;br /&gt;i was astonished but i kept on doing my stuffs and i turned to face them.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not buai them, if any touch happen, blame the space.. ( read note1*)&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking, they came to me or am i just happen to be there..&lt;br /&gt;well are a friends teached me..&lt;br /&gt;look at them, if they smile, you got chance..&lt;br /&gt;and i did.. i looked at them.. i CANT see..&lt;br /&gt;my specs was in my pockets.. LOLZ..&lt;br /&gt;so i just continued and  the guys around them just do what they were coming to do..&lt;br /&gt;buai the girls..&lt;br /&gt;note2* if you tnk anson go club to buai girls, you tnk too lowly of me &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long time.. the girls were further away but there was a pair which i follow and i did a small test..&lt;br /&gt;i dance facing one of their back but no buai.. (read note2*)&lt;br /&gt;i danced behind them but no buai..&lt;br /&gt;they looked at me and started to type on their hp..&lt;br /&gt;i was tnking they mux be wondering why i was grinding..&lt;br /&gt;they were smiling and i was still looking and dancing..&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt mak a move..&lt;br /&gt;noob me.. haha.. just didnt wan to..&lt;br /&gt;my closer friends will noe why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its nice being buai by girls.. lolz.. this is abit truely.. for almost all guys..&lt;br /&gt;althru im half half.. lolz.. im still half a guy who gets arouse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well..&lt;br /&gt;at the end if the day..&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the nite..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9305527-8463581726551063616?l=anson-ahshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/feeds/8463581726551063616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9305527&amp;postID=8463581726551063616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/8463581726551063616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/8463581726551063616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-clubbing-experience-which-people_551.html' title='some clubbing experience which people dun noe abt me'/><author><name>Anson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145286281793000719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9305527.post-111492213456521854</id><published>2005-05-01T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T12:35:34.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Previously on friendster</title><content type='html'>coz of not enough space.. so i put a post a4 remind mi my stuff all tis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear little brother had lost my handphone and thus i had lost all of you guys and gals numbers, be it home phone or handphone so if you guys and gals have time, please drop me a message having your numbers. Thanks for dropping by and take care to you people.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i have overcome that emptiness by thinking of her again so as to have someone to think of at else, if not i will be very sad again. the thought of her somehow scoothe me even if i have given up the thought of us being together.&lt;br /&gt;Moi Heart feels even more empty then ever without someone i like in it because to love, you have to be in relationship and endure harship 1st.Moi Heart feel like an abyss of darkness that is forever so dark and deep to find out what i actually is waiting for till someone come to save it. To save Moi Heart that is. Who will the saviour be? A lover to mi? A mentor to mi? A good of mine? I just cant wait. But i feel that it will not come to mi soon. i just hope this will happen so that i can really be happy again, Im actually missing all the good things and happenings in life that Im forgetting what Happiness is or say what is quoted as' I Have Nothing To Worry About'I feel sad and unhappy more often after i get over someone i REALLY like that i have no one to think of when im lonely as to me, its over, all over for me of her but we are still good friends i hope.&lt;br /&gt;Hapi for moi wallet was found but Sad because no IC was in it.Dun noe which idiot took moi IC n cash.Mai ho lim bei chua deu, ar bo ho ni siWahahaaahahhaahhaha &lt;-- moi evil laugh, nt evil enough i guess keke..&lt;br /&gt;I think i going for a bachelor lifestyleI think i going for a loner lifestylewaiting for my life partner to appear only&lt;br /&gt;Moodless as i dun noe to be happy or sad for things that had and have not happen.Sad as i lost moi precious wallet i work so hard for and i liked it so much.Veri tired due to juggles between school, work, cca, clan ans outing with my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9305527-111492213456521854?l=anson-ahshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/feeds/111492213456521854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9305527&amp;postID=111492213456521854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/111492213456521854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/111492213456521854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/2005/05/previously-on-friendster.html' title='Previously on friendster'/><author><name>Anson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145286281793000719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9305527.post-110482110289091108</id><published>2005-01-04T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T14:45:02.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Reopening of Anson</title><content type='html'>School has reopened, again for the 3rd time my 8months in RP. It was a funny feeling going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Confused, lost of words, happy, sad, bewildered, don’t know how to type already.&lt;br /&gt;Part of my feelings is because I can see her but also, part of my feelings is because we can’t advance to a different level of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;I love being part of the class, into discussion and the entertainment the school provides.&lt;br /&gt;Keke!&lt;br /&gt;But I hate the food and myself.&lt;br /&gt;I have to work less meaning I can only spend less when I get my salary.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I had become vice clan leader for my clan meaning I will have to attend clan meeting or training whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;As an elder brother, I have to guide my brothers through their process of teenage life.&lt;br /&gt;As an elder son, being as filial as I can is also part of my duty even if it isn’t; I will still be doing it for my own pride and integrity.&lt;br /&gt;As a friend, I want to give all you guys and gals out there a birthday present so start sending me your birthday dates to me through email. Send to &lt;a href="mailto:AhShen85@msn.com"&gt;AhShen85@msn.com&lt;/a&gt;. This is my new email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9305527-110482110289091108?l=anson-ahshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/feeds/110482110289091108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9305527&amp;postID=110482110289091108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/110482110289091108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/110482110289091108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/2005/01/school-reopening-of-anson.html' title='School Reopening of Anson'/><author><name>Anson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145286281793000719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9305527.post-110327194993393469</id><published>2004-12-17T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T16:25:49.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriarch and Matriarch of Anson</title><content type='html'>They had given me life.&lt;br /&gt;They love me like no one else.&lt;br /&gt;Their love to me is one of the most unique loves on earth.&lt;br /&gt;I always felt warmth with them around.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt loneliness whenever I’m with them.&lt;br /&gt;They had provided me materials that enable me growth till present.&lt;br /&gt;They never wanted me to get harm in any other way.&lt;br /&gt;They wanted the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;They are the perfect life partners to me.&lt;br /&gt;They gave me companionship to make me lose loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that they are in need of love, support and help.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray?&lt;br /&gt;I feel helpless.&lt;br /&gt;I feel useless.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I had let them down.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this kind of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9305527-110327194993393469?l=anson-ahshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/feeds/110327194993393469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9305527&amp;postID=110327194993393469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/110327194993393469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/110327194993393469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/2004/12/patriarch-and-matriarch-of-anson.html' title='Patriarch and Matriarch of Anson'/><author><name>Anson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145286281793000719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9305527.post-110302613268845340</id><published>2004-12-14T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T20:08:52.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One?</title><content type='html'>After so much, why do I have to endure?&lt;br /&gt;To survive?&lt;br /&gt;To outlast?&lt;br /&gt;To wait for the one?&lt;br /&gt;Who is the one?&lt;br /&gt;Or what is the one?&lt;br /&gt;One who will become part of me?&lt;br /&gt;Or one who will make me full?&lt;br /&gt;How can on make me complete?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not complete?&lt;br /&gt;When is the one coming?&lt;br /&gt;Where will the one come to complete?&lt;br /&gt;Am I really so…&lt;br /&gt;Am I bad?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I good?&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am what I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;No one is going to change me.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it going to?&lt;br /&gt;Am I now clear minded?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I confused?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that my mind is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9305527-110302613268845340?l=anson-ahshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/feeds/110302613268845340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9305527&amp;postID=110302613268845340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/110302613268845340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/110302613268845340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/2004/12/one.html' title='The One?'/><author><name>Anson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145286281793000719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9305527.post-110231185551095135</id><published>2004-12-06T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T01:58:44.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LifeOfAnson : A loner?</title><content type='html'>I was a loner.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to change because I loved companionship.&lt;br /&gt;I try to be there for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I was almost there for almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Especially those people who knew me well enough.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I’m all alone again.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Did I do something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone just have the wrong idea thinking that I have a motive for doing all this?&lt;br /&gt;Why the suspect?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m back to square one again where I started.&lt;br /&gt;A loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9305527-110231185551095135?l=anson-ahshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/feeds/110231185551095135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9305527&amp;postID=110231185551095135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/110231185551095135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/110231185551095135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/2004/12/lifeofanson-loner.html' title='LifeOfAnson : A loner?'/><author><name>Anson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145286281793000719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9305527.post-110153258972401753</id><published>2004-11-27T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T13:16:29.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoveOfAnson?</title><content type='html'>30th April - Orientation of RP, moi new skl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with a friend in the hall, I was longing for the day to end.&lt;br /&gt;Then i noticed a gal with a hat, it just stopped raining 30mins ago, I wonder why she is still wearing a hat (Hawaii look?). I told my friend to look at this gal.&lt;br /&gt;When my class was call on upon and people started to gather, I was still sitting waiting for my class to get going before I get up (I’m lazy).&lt;br /&gt;In the new classroom (actually only for the day was in that classroom), I look around and at the teacher (we should call facilitator) and other new classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! Is her again, the gal with the hat but she had taken her hat off. Plus, other classmates I saw should be younger than me, I thought as I wasted 2-3 academic year. I was shy (keke) but I think people think of me as diao or act cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9305527-110153258972401753?l=anson-ahshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/feeds/110153258972401753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9305527&amp;postID=110153258972401753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/110153258972401753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/110153258972401753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/2004/11/loveofanson.html' title='LoveOfAnson?'/><author><name>Anson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145286281793000719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9305527.post-110130566606015823</id><published>2004-11-24T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:27:00.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noobie me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ELLO! Anson here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesh. I'm in for blog now, but i'm stll a noobie to tis bloggie stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got any ways to improve my blog, pls leave me a comment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tak care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9305527-110130566606015823?l=anson-ahshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/feeds/110130566606015823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9305527&amp;postID=110130566606015823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/110130566606015823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9305527/posts/default/110130566606015823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anson-ahshen.blogspot.com/2004/11/noobie-me.html' title='Noobie me'/><author><name>Anson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145286281793000719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
