<?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-6924387051629057642</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:30:57.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indulging life of mine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Indulging-Sebastino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316874348531490908</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924387051629057642.post-730517159924397418</id><published>2009-02-05T21:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:35:21.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdUgvoKmABM/SYr2NgT6R2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/wvuFYwofDvM/s1600-h/IMG_0570%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299318623426987874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdUgvoKmABM/SYr2NgT6R2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/wvuFYwofDvM/s400/IMG_0570%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"1 week have just passes by, I still love you alot. You are still my Crappy little Young"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sebastian Ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday when the clock strike 12, I tell myself the day is coming closer. Should I forget all the memories we had and put it aside for a new tomorow. All my friends say that it is best if I just erase everything off my life, but stubborn me. I hope one day that we will be together again, I hope this is just a dream that I can wake up and continue where we have last stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not love you when I still kept the precious gift that you have given me. Maybe it was too of a sudden that it have ended. I cried each and every single day everytime I see that picture of ours in my pc and in my mind. The pain I have is difficult to express. I am lonely each time I sat on the computer, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not love you when you said that you are the cause of this break up. If letting go this relationship is difficult for you, what about me? I am a victim of this. I feel like as thou I am at fault of the relationship more than you do. I feel liek I am like your ex-es when the reason you gave me is the same. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not love you when I see you everywhere I turn. When I am online, I always will look for you first. Once I found you, a force stop me to click on it. "Sebastian! Do you want to feel hurt now? You are no longer inside the heart of someone you love...?" I tell myself. Am I not in your heart anymore, am I being thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not love you when everything I do resemble of the past we had. "Please Drink enuf water and take a good rest, Do not go online anymore." you told me. That was exactly the same words that you told me when we are together. I felt sad why must this happen to us. The factors of breaking up are within the hands of urself and you totally damage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not love you that what can I tell my heart. When do I meant what I say when I do not want you in my arms everyday. It is not possible to walk away from all the memories we had. How can I not miss you when everytime I thought about you. DO something that you believe in yourself and not for others. Happiness is what you chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFqiRmUcnAk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFqiRmUcnAk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot touch Cannot hold Cannot be together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot love Cannot kiss Cannot have each other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must be strong, And we must let go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot say What our hearts must know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I not love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do I tell my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When do I not want you Here in my arms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How does one waltz away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From all the memories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do I not miss you When you are gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot dream Cannot share Sweet and tender moments &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot feel How we feel Must pretend it's over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must be brave, And we must go on Must not say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What we've known all along &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I not love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do I tell my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When do I not want you Here in my arms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How does one waltz away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From all the memories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do I not miss you When you are gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I not love you.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must be brave, And we must be strong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot say, What we've known all along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I not love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do I tell my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When do I not want you Here in my arms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How does one waltz away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From all the memories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do I not miss you When you are gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I not love you.. When you are you gone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6924387051629057642-730517159924397418?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/730517159924397418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=730517159924397418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/730517159924397418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/730517159924397418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/2009/02/moment-in-time.html' title='A moment in time'/><author><name>Indulging-Sebastino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316874348531490908</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdUgvoKmABM/SYr2NgT6R2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/wvuFYwofDvM/s72-c/IMG_0570%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924387051629057642.post-5012531674335924406</id><published>2008-10-16T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:58:37.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HSM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20080501/293.hs.musical3.050108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is suppose to be a fun thing! Like mock-tails, dance, awards and of course, YOU PARTNER. Being a pinoeer from Bedok Green was the most 'awesome' graduation one can ever had. Lets face it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Its a morning event and all of us are suppose to be in School Uniform to be at the assembly area for a long and hauling speech by the principal. After the speech, the form teacher from each class will meet up with the student to collect the result slip to tell about our grades. We had recieve booklets and available courses from the school also. After that, they will show all the top student from each stream and of course, my name isn't inside also. Thats all... SO LAME right. So much for other schools to celebrate at hotels or ballroom. Ours is a school hall! ARRGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But one thing I can say, we/I had cried that day. Because friendship will not be the same anymore after we step out of the school. I still remember where I hug my bestie that last time, and till now, we have no contact of each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catch Walt Disney Pictures' High School Musical 3: Senior Year in cinemas from  October 24! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6924387051629057642-5012531674335924406?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/5012531674335924406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=5012531674335924406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/5012531674335924406'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NKnlzQ9tTtE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NKnlzQ9tTtE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bY5ed89S5t8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bY5ed89S5t8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/2008/10/singing-kbox.html' title='Singing @ Kbox'/><author><name>Indulging-Sebastino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316874348531490908</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-6924387051629057642.post-1067653484867889259</id><published>2008-09-22T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:43:10.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;MOVIE critic *2*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mirror&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/watermarkphp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Story set as Kiefer Sutherland plays an ex-cop turned night security guard at a long-closed department store ravaged by fire. He discovers something awry in the store's mirrors, which seem to bring out the worst in people and realises that they harbour a horrific secret that threatens him and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;MY say: Ok la! It is so grusome and the story line is quite complicated at the end. Not expecting things to happen in the way I assume. Do not eat before watching this show... Or the theater staff have to clean up the puke! I am imaginating cathy stuff when people eating chicken wing and pulling it off! OMG I now understand how chicken feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for this movie ... YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;MOVIE critic *3*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/MammaMiaPosters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Story set as Meryl Streep leads an all-star cast as an independent, single mother who owns a small hotel on an idyllic Greek island. Donna (Streep) is about to let go of Sophie (Amanda Seyfried), the daughter she's raised alone. On a quest to find her father to walk her down the aisle, Sophie brings back three men from Donna's past to the Mediterranean paradise they visited 20 years earlier. Based on the smash hit musical seen by over 30 million people worldwide with a gross to date of US$2 billion. It is set to songs by popular '70s group ABBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;MY say: Tis musical show is way too cheezy but the song is Supered! =) If only the story line is better and not so EASY to understnad. The show will be a perfect musical. A different side of Meryl Streep after her all-star show in 'The Devil wear PRADA' She is totally a 360 degree different person. The songs are perfect cuz its ABBA and the only song that impacted me was "the Winner takes it all" and the lyrics are powerful! DUDES/Babes .. should go listen to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will give &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for this movie ... YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nil/*****      - Do you wanna go out later ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*/*****         - Very Draggy and very disoriented setting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**/*****       - Actor and Actress are good but stupid story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***/*****     - Story is perfect. Only if it is understandable by humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;****/*****   - Worth spending your time in this movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*****/***** - Supered, Academy award winning drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6924387051629057642-1067653484867889259?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/1067653484867889259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=1067653484867889259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/1067653484867889259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/1067653484867889259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/2008/09/movie-2.html' title='Movie 2'/><author><name>Indulging-Sebastino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316874348531490908</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-6924387051629057642.post-437203433471005632</id><published>2008-09-16T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:05:05.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ship story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WORST than Titanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Thought that i could gamble my luck by winning some cash back for extra spendings but who knows it ended up being a fucking broker!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Direction from Quinnie@Blogspot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinnie and me is all brok-ers on board before midnight! She is playing BIG!Small and I am playing blackjack with the help of two aunty. We than went drinking at the bar of LeisureWORLD and mind me, we hand drank drinks with as low alcohol as possible to prevent man overboard. I drank snowball and she drank this drink that is bloody red in colour! Guess what we did after no cash to spend ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 235px; height: 307px;" src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Play and play till the ship docks at harbourfront. After those bye bye stuff, i quickly rush home and guess what, its only  0845hrs. After considering, I quickly change and rush to work and my OC was like shock, initially I had plan to have a off but change my mind quick lol! Oh ya! I was like teaching Quinnie how to sing "How do I leave without you" by leann. It was so cool!! Soon I will definitely record a good one for you guys lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have work for 15 hours on Monday so that I can go work abit later on Tuesday. Kinda quite cool cuz I am doing security passes for 3 hours and see what I have created. I am so boring right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the hardcover of the security passes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He is clever in doing this! But its so nice and imagine... its Microsoft PAINT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Sometimes we have to let go what is important to us so that we can be happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Why am I not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6924387051629057642-437203433471005632?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/437203433471005632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=437203433471005632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/437203433471005632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/437203433471005632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/2008/09/thought-that-i-could-gamble-my-luck-by.html' title='My ship story'/><author><name>Indulging-Sebastino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316874348531490908</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-6924387051629057642.post-1651310817009212230</id><published>2008-09-14T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:09:25.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINGLE-HOOD is so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BORING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/1_643758286l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 154px; height: 304px;" src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/01_telephone_inv.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/1_463199185l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;All it has for an hour of crapping and checking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Catch up with Jeanie on her life story and realize that I had been backdated way way long ago. Tomorrow I am taking Half-day morning I suppose unless I can get back to work and feeling not so tired after the long day I will have tonight. Going abroad with Quinnie today to Leisureworld cruise liner so chill out!  YAY! Had not went to a cruise ship for a way way long time ... All the best for the friendship that lasts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC05207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;I am so happy for all the thing that is happening in my life. Thank god for everything I have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6924387051629057642-1651310817009212230?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/1651310817009212230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=1651310817009212230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/1651310817009212230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/1651310817009212230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/2008/09/cruise.html' title='cruise'/><author><name>Indulging-Sebastino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316874348531490908</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-6924387051629057642.post-1058641224046766117</id><published>2008-09-14T05:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T05:45:50.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke up 14 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thank you for all the thing you have taught me, how to be strong and not emotional.  I apologize for having you to be a tough person when with me. I want you to be happy and I am happy when I had my last word with you, at least all were let out of my heart and you made the decision from deep within. I am going to close this beautiful chapter in my life now. You will not be forgotten but miss... Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;~ Sebastian Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6924387051629057642-1058641224046766117?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/1058641224046766117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=1058641224046766117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/1058641224046766117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/1058641224046766117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/2008/09/broke-up-14-days.html' title='Broke up 14 days'/><author><name>Indulging-Sebastino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316874348531490908</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-6924387051629057642.post-148081596635534558</id><published>2008-09-13T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T03:07:14.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD!! Hello Hello &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;are you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/jeanie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something new...  I woke up at 8am in the morning and work till 6pm &lt;suppose&gt; than went to buy milk and back home to sleep... I am so fucking tired. I wanted to go clubbing but was too tired to even movie a bit... OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all only 1 friend add me from friendster.com ... WHERE're YA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/suppose&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6924387051629057642-148081596635534558?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/148081596635534558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=148081596635534558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/148081596635534558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/148081596635534558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-hello-hello-are-you-there-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Indulging-Sebastino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316874348531490908</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-6924387051629057642.post-7606961819187136620</id><published>2008-09-10T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:02:50.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC01047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catch the TRIOs tomorrow LIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6924387051629057642-7606961819187136620?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/7606961819187136620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=7606961819187136620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/7606961819187136620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/7606961819187136620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/2008/09/catch-trios-tomorrow-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Indulging-Sebastino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316874348531490908</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-6924387051629057642.post-1057889108640495950</id><published>2008-09-09T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:19:22.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hadhi birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR HADHI @ 20&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/2edt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/1edt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another great year have past for you and you are one year older today&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best in the future  and to all the wishes you made for today and the days to come. And always remember, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COME EARLY FOR WORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6924387051629057642-1057889108640495950?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/1057889108640495950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=1057889108640495950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/1057889108640495950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/1057889108640495950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-mr-hadhi-20.html' title='Hadhi birthday'/><author><name>Indulging-Sebastino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316874348531490908</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-6924387051629057642.post-1264058279968256336</id><published>2008-09-08T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:10:03.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another good song sung by me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SIMPLY indulgen to MUSIC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC01046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Re-recorded by Sebastian Ang&lt;br /&gt;on 08/09/2008 using Logitech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard there was a secret chord&lt;br /&gt;That David played, and it pleased the Lord&lt;br /&gt;But you don't really care for music, do you?&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this&lt;br /&gt;The fourth, the fifth&lt;br /&gt;The minor fall, the major lift&lt;br /&gt;The baffled king composing Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your faith was strong but you needed proof&lt;br /&gt;You saw her bathing on the roof&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty&lt;br /&gt;in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;overthrew you&lt;br /&gt;She tied you&lt;br /&gt;To a kitchen chair&lt;br /&gt;She broke your throne,&lt;br /&gt;she cut your hair&lt;br /&gt;And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;I know this room, I've walked this floor&lt;br /&gt;I used to live alone before I knew you&lt;br /&gt;I've seen your flag on the marble arch&lt;br /&gt;love is not a victory march&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time you'd let me know&lt;br /&gt;What's real and going on below&lt;br /&gt;But now you never show it to me do you?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I moved in you?&lt;br /&gt;The holy dark was moving too&lt;br /&gt;And every breath we drew was hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a God above&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever learned from love&lt;br /&gt;Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you&lt;br /&gt;It's not a cry you can hear at night&lt;br /&gt;It's not somebody who's seen the light&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It can be tune in my IMEEM.com via sebastino@BLOGSPOT)&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/6924387051629057642-1264058279968256336?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/1264058279968256336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=1264058279968256336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/1264058279968256336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/1264058279968256336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-good-song-sung-by-me.html' title='Another good song sung by me'/><author><name>Indulging-Sebastino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316874348531490908</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-6924387051629057642.post-3524609425104134775</id><published>2008-09-08T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:16:56.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY assigment</title><content type='html'>I was doing my Crisis Intervention assignment and I had to find a point in life that is traumatic and best if in the state of shock. So I wrote this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;A-MOMENT-of-truth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me talk about a Situational problem that happens in my life when I was a nurse. Being trained in an emergency line, seeing life and death is something common in the hospital. Everyday, an average of 10 people are being rush into the resuscitation room for emergency treatment. Most were fatal and deaths occur in every 8 out of 10 that will come in. In the resuscitation room, you have all the equipment you have and all the doctors and nurses to be there to guild one another. You can be assured to have what you want in the case of a close-to-death person coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day after I was clubbing off at Boat Quay, I was on the cab travelling along the Pan Island Expressway. To my horror, there is an accident of a motorcycle right in front of my eyes where the cyclist hit into another car in the front, in result of the pillion being flung about 20 meters away. A loud ‘thump’ was heard. I quickly demanded the taxi driver to stop and I quickly rush out of the cab to access the situation. Both the casualty was bleeding. I then called for the ambulance and asked the taxi driver to direct the traffic. It was at that point of time when I felt alone and two person life in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I rush to the rider, he had ask me to see the girlfriend instead as he claimed that he was all right and also claimed that it is just a small cut. I then rush to the pillion and to my horror; she was not breathing and had no pulse. I than quickly perform cardio-pulmonary resuscitation (CPR) to her and his boyfriend was hoping for miracles to happen, shouting her name and hoping that she is able to hear. It was the first time I did CPR crying; maybe it was the emotional point of time where you can see how love is being felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes have pass and all hope is starting to fade off. Hands covered in red blood and eventually, I had stop the resuscitation and started to tear. I than took a cloth for the taxi driver and drape over her face. I apologies to the rider and explain to him that even if she was being save after the standard time frame of 15 minutes, she would be a vegetable and chance of her coming reviving is very slim. I than hug the rider than told him that it wasn’t his fault to cause the accident. It was so painful in me till I tear to see or sometime recalled that situation.&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/6924387051629057642-3524609425104134775?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/3524609425104134775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=3524609425104134775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/3524609425104134775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/3524609425104134775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-assigment.html' title='MY assigment'/><author><name>Indulging-Sebastino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316874348531490908</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-6924387051629057642.post-6266473472472560305</id><published>2008-09-08T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T02:41:46.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;MOVIE critic *1*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Itsuka no kimi e&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/d7463e4237ef00_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Story set as a boy who have a twin brother twin brothers, Noboru and Ryu. Older brother Noboru is a quiet and introverted photography student, while younger brother Ryu is energetic and outgoing. Noboru attracts the curiosity of classmate Kouhei , whose friendship with the brothers brings changes into their lives and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY say: Setting is nice and its very hard to know what will be coming next. Kind of a sad drama when you actually know what happen. Noboru and Ryu is actually the same actor in the movie, kinda amazing how he can be both character in this show. Can see a total of 360 Degree change when he switch roles. Worth watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for this movie ... YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nil/*****      - Do you wanna go out later ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*/*****         - Very Draggy and very disoriented setting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**/*****       - Actor and Actress are good but stupid story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***/*****     - Story is perfect. Only if it is understandable by humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;****/*****   - Worth spending your time in this movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*****/***** - Supered, Academy award winning drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6924387051629057642-6266473472472560305?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/6266473472472560305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=6266473472472560305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/6266473472472560305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/6266473472472560305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/2008/09/movie-critic-1-itsuka-no-kimi-e-story.html' title='Movie 1'/><author><name>Indulging-Sebastino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316874348531490908</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-6924387051629057642.post-3905325727694013893</id><published>2008-09-07T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:03:25.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story not told</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A STORY not to be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let me tell you a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random chat Joe had on 9th May change his life completly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met this guy on IRC who actually is someone of his opposite race. At that point of time, he was indulged by his charisma and looks and what was running thru his mind was just to have a ONS with  this guy. Till he ask if he is attach and being cheeky said it was for him to find out. Hee than claim that Joe was attach as his nick was "I am in love". It was cranky initial but soon it was more than what they have expected. Joe would always want a boyfriend who smoke and rides and Hee was a 100% type for him. When Joe ask Hee what was he seeking, he say friends and some fun as expected. They chat for about an hour in IRC and Hee had to go meet his friend, both parted their way from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that Sunday early dew of 18th May, everything in Joe life started to change. He was out drinking with his friends and got a little tipsy. He went online and saw Hee was online, he started to message him. Joe ask if Hee would like to have fun but Hee do not want to take advantage of Joe because he is tipsy. They met and they fall for each other on first sight. Joe's short part of life started with Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Joe wanted to meet HEE and was hoping to have a hitch on his bike, than Hee crapped if they would take a public transport. Everything went smoothly till one day, Joe cheated on Hee and slept with another guy. Hee got to know about this incident thru Joe's phone message. Joe started to apologies to Hee and Hee was really forgiving . On their one month, Joe wrote a song for Hee and Hee said that he really like it alot. Joe than plan to go Batam with Hee on the second month and Joe went to reserve the ticket soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after that fretful night. Hee and Joe started to drift apart. Hee was too busy with work and could not have time to meet Joe. Initially Joe was alright but as days become weeks, Joe felt that he had been left out of Hee life. Joe was back to his lonely self again, seeking for enjoyment from his friends.Most of the time, Joe was at home dazing whether if Hee is cheating on him or if Hee is going to meet him. Joe left his friends from clubbing out just to be with him, all alone he sat his in room. 2 days before their 2nd month, Joe got into an argument with Hee. It was not like any of those argument but it was like an argument  of time management. Hee told Joe that if he feels unhappy for the relationship, Joe can find someone better. Joe said no because its very hard for someone to find another part of his life. The next day, Joe started to apologies to Hee but Hee ignore Joe message. Their 2nd month anniversary was suppose to be celebrated at Batam resort and Joe started to think that it will not come true anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of their second month, Hee play a prank on Joe saying that he is not going. Joe heart shattered at that point of time, not knowing what to do or think next. Hee than laugh at Joe saying that he won't do such a thing. It was that night where both Joe and Hee had a really wonderful couple time together. They shared all their last penny to make each other happy. It was what Joe always wanted in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are back to the Singapore. Everything changes, Joe started to message Hee but there is no reply. Joe tried calling Hee but was also to an engage/no respond from his cellphone. Hee than told Joe that he is busy and there is a family conflict of Hee. Joe was confuse whether to trust him or just to think that there isn't such thing. On national day, Joe decided to tell his friend to call him saying that they can't locate Joe anywhere but Hee do not really bother in Joe thinking. Joe than though that Hee do not care anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third month, Joe was waiting for Hee to call or possible meet him but there was no reply from him also. Joe was so sad and awful on that day. Joe do not know what to do. Joe than went back to his normal life and hoping that HEE will know but all was for nothing. All Joe wanted was Hee accompany with him. After much talking and conflict, on the 30th of August. Joe decided to call Hee but there was no avail. Hee than accidentally called back and Joe heard that hee was with his friend over some background voice. and when Joe receive a message an hour later, He said that he was having high fever and was resting one whole day at home. Joe heart shattered and Joe sounded the break up... Joe had suffered so much but Hee only say that he love Joe but never show at all... Joe waiting for a whole day but there is still no reply from Hee at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am all alone now... in my room with 4 walls shove towards me. Lost and not knowing what to do. I cried alot these day I do not know why, please tell me I am fine. I am fine being alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6924387051629057642-3905325727694013893?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/3905325727694013893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=3905325727694013893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/3905325727694013893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/3905325727694013893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-not-to-be-told-let-me-tell-you.html' title='A story not told'/><author><name>Indulging-Sebastino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316874348531490908</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-6924387051629057642.post-3709031877999664565</id><published>2008-09-07T11:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:13:46.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;WHY AM I SO TIRED still!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;Did not close my binds and was FORCeFULLY waken on this Sunday morning. Kinda of really TOOpid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;*TOO toot* I got a new msg from baby when I was asleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"But I'm actually that kind of person who doesn't really like going out. No matter with who. So its not you okay? :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt; - Currently my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;This msg is really scary because it sound so like my ex-stead! Really lost-ed and shock to find the correct name to the correct message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;Never wake up too early because no one is at home.... gonna shot some photo in my house and buy some cigarette for a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;NO SMOKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;" sign protest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QUINNIE QUINNIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt; where are you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;* Photobucket have a whole lots of tools to improve your current photo that is +SUICIDAL+ Go get a photobucket and start painting using their ?bucket? aka. Fotoflexer~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/edt-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WHICH turns out to be like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04800edt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04978.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04977.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04993.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04979.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04984.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04986.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04987.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04988.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04996.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04992.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;I am lost to who I am now... Is this the repetition of the past in my future? or is this the newest trend that person now foresee. I am lost really lost.... Like a small ant that is lost in the open field not knowing where is home and just waiting to be squash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6924387051629057642-3709031877999664565?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/3709031877999664565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=3709031877999664565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/3709031877999664565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/3709031877999664565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-tired.html' title='So tired'/><author><name>Indulging-Sebastino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316874348531490908</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-6924387051629057642.post-4213515386764694162</id><published>2008-09-07T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T05:01:21.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo tired with STYLE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Woke up this afternoon and decided to cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with Jolene we went to NTUC ----&gt; Sheng Siong and lastly at GIANT Megastore! We had so much FUN time and of course, we spend nearly a total of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;50 dollars plus ++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04954edt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04960edt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04959edt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/edt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04964edt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04965edt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Than we reach home about 2000hrs plus and began cooking... The funny thing is we do not have cooking oil and down came the HEAVY downpour and make me drench when buying the oil... awww... Cook a whole lots of thing for a 5 dish meal for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;person-S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04973edt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04968edt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04967edt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/indugen_88/DSC04971edt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will promise to be with you! For every breath I would take and every move I would make.... You are the music in my life. Without you there will not be and melody and without you there would be no more LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6924387051629057642-4213515386764694162?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/4213515386764694162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=4213515386764694162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6924387051629057642/posts/default/4213515386764694162'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All we need is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Magdalene See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tsunami Fundraising                  Hope CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I heard children laughing&lt;br /&gt;but today, there's only crying.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I've worked to own&lt;br /&gt;disappear and won't return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to say, "friends can wait till tomorrow",&lt;br /&gt;now I'm face with loss, grieve and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Once I've though I'll live forever,&lt;br /&gt;now I'm not so sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the earthquakes and ocean rise&lt;br /&gt;When the winds and the waves they just won't subside&lt;br /&gt;When the tides alive against you began to rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is love&lt;br /&gt;to still the raging water&lt;br /&gt;All I need is love&lt;br /&gt;to warm me as I shiver&lt;br /&gt;All I need is love&lt;br /&gt;To dry up every field&lt;br /&gt;And all I need is love&lt;br /&gt;So soar above the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I heard children laughing&lt;br /&gt;but today, there's only crying.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I've worked to own&lt;br /&gt;disappear and won't return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to say, "friends can wait till tomorrow",&lt;br /&gt;now I'm face with loss, grieve and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Once I've though I'll live forever,&lt;br /&gt;now I'm not so sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the earthquakes and ocean rise&lt;br /&gt;When the winds and the waves they just won't subside&lt;br /&gt;When the tides alive, against you began to rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we need is love&lt;br /&gt;to still the raging water&lt;br /&gt;All we need is love&lt;br /&gt;to warm us as we shiver&lt;br /&gt;All I need is love&lt;br /&gt;To dry up every field&lt;br /&gt;And all I need is love&lt;br /&gt;So soar above the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we need is love&lt;br /&gt;to still the raging water&lt;br /&gt;All we need is love&lt;br /&gt;to warm us as we shiver&lt;br /&gt;All I need is love&lt;br /&gt;To dry up every field&lt;br /&gt;And all I need is love&lt;br /&gt;So soar above the storm&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/6924387051629057642-5170907341554904664?l=sebastino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sebastino.blogspot.com/feeds/5170907341554904664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6924387051629057642&amp;postID=5170907341554904664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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