<?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-7905219749648892760</id><updated>2011-11-28T16:07:04.359+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Seumas' Life Through Words</title><subtitle type='html'>Words that projects parts of my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-4190329729151635510</id><published>2011-01-22T07:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T07:11:39.735+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Micro-Blogging</title><content type='html'>Has the proper form of blogging been ousted by the microwave era's new version of it, "Micro-Blogging", in other words "Tweeting"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my very very humble opinion is yes. I remember the days when I use to write things and going on and on about certain things and using nice words that&amp;nbsp;rhyme just to&amp;nbsp;elaborate&amp;nbsp;a single point.&amp;nbsp;Now, I'm usually tweeting down to 150 characters, that includes space between words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the days when we wrote things&amp;nbsp;poetically, not that I think I ever had. But anyhow, what happened to pages and pages of words that was filled with emotions and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess they are still there, transformed into a 150 character sentence, just gotta jump on the bandwagon and get use to crying and laughing within the same minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, life is going good, but new&amp;nbsp;challenges&amp;nbsp;lie ahead, yet I smell progress coming my way!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-4190329729151635510?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/4190329729151635510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=4190329729151635510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/4190329729151635510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/4190329729151635510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2011/01/micro-blogging.html' title='Micro-Blogging'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-4578770129428864823</id><published>2010-09-05T23:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:56:06.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141313; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I have been listening to this song lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141313; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141313; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141313; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;brings you back to love, don't give up on it, remember when you were naive and believed in your relationship,&amp;nbsp;believing&amp;nbsp;in love and got strucked down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141313; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141313; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;But I urge you never give up. There is love out there. Make every relationship special, keep going the extra mile. Do what you would do for your first relationship. When you were that madly in love teenager!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141313; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141313; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;It's not stupid to think that the relationship you are in is THE ONE even when you had previously said it to other previous relationships. Keep working on it, keep believing in it, keep having faith in it. LOVE the person as it was THE ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141313; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141313; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Our child ways is what brings joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141313; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141313; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLXdB7okurE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLXdB7okurE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-4578770129428864823?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/4578770129428864823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=4578770129428864823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/4578770129428864823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/4578770129428864823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2010/09/teenage-dream.html' title='Teenage Dream'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-6873696145630390958</id><published>2010-09-05T23:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:15:41.350+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi there everyone</title><content type='html'>Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I havent been posting much since last year. Because of my mediocre life.. or that I have taken my life into privacy mode. I wish I would type as much as I use to, but there just doesnt seem like anything big is happening that I want to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I have been dating, for nearly a year now. soon :) that's a good thing. But have been trying to keep that low key. Other than that, I haven't found anything super uber exciting to share with people. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going off to the snow next week, that should be nice, haven't seen snow for years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would start posting photos and sharing photos, so at least people can see what am I up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they say, photos say a million words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/TIOXY2qJPzI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cH9OFX-sR3A/s1600/DSC01242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/TIOXY2qJPzI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cH9OFX-sR3A/s320/DSC01242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got a new puppy, a dachshund, in other terms, a sausage dog :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-6873696145630390958?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/6873696145630390958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=6873696145630390958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6873696145630390958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6873696145630390958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2010/09/hi-there-everyone.html' title='Hi there everyone'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/TIOXY2qJPzI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cH9OFX-sR3A/s72-c/DSC01242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-3520992079716851810</id><published>2010-08-15T15:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:03:24.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Up and Downs</title><content type='html'>Life really has been going at its full speed without really giving you time to digest all that has been ingested or injected or even shoved right into you. I really feel this season of life is really challenging in the sense of finding who you ware and sticking up to your identity when people pull you down and have doubts about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like you are now breaking grounds where relationships have never been before, testing the waters and changing people's concepts of you as you slowly&amp;nbsp;mold&amp;nbsp;yourself. Time passes by and characteristics pass by to, people's goals change, people's idea of their dreams change as time after time has proven to have alter through the various choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever so yet, the choices I have made thus far has made me understand myself a bit more and the people around me. Hearts were pushed around and thrown around in order for people to pay attention to its desires, but yet, it still falls short of what people choose to believe in. People would say that the choices you make are not good enough, but doubt not, lets embrace it and make the most out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really has come a long way from the naive blissful nature and is going to get a bit more woeful if things don't really come to certain circumstances set by you or others. A mutual ground that is far from being discovered hence there will never be equality towards each others loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouts and screams and even loving advice that has been repeated too often that it turns a person sour when ever so often repeated has been surrounding my woeful self. I wonder if I could ever believe that there is a time where ignorance would take place without the guild of lying to others or to yourself that everything will be ok will exist due to the endless search of common grounds. Maybe until then, voice raising and loud shouting will just be a common sight or just pain to the ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have constant thoughts of just being alone in deep serenity and a get away from the world to only select what I want to do or who would be around me and what they would say to me, excusing myself from the pain. But yet, how am suppose to do this when, all we get is everyone sense that they need to work things out together. But currently, the situation resides in me, I really wish I could just be alone and not drown in your words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you cry and I cry, why don't we just flood this town tonight so that I might drown and you could flood on me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-3520992079716851810?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/3520992079716851810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=3520992079716851810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3520992079716851810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3520992079716851810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2010/08/up-and-downs.html' title='The Up and Downs'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-6518332748660577675</id><published>2010-05-02T23:06:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:06:18.964+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What a healthy meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/S914y_ulaeI/AAAAAAAAAzc/bUuC25N_qDA/s1600/IMAG0972-778965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/S914y_ulaeI/AAAAAAAAAzc/bUuC25N_qDA/s320/IMAG0972-778965.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466658340193266146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What a healthy meal.&lt;p&gt;Sent from my HTC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-6518332748660577675?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/6518332748660577675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=6518332748660577675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6518332748660577675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6518332748660577675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-healthy-meal.html' title='What a healthy meal'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/S914y_ulaeI/AAAAAAAAAzc/bUuC25N_qDA/s72-c/IMAG0972-778965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-7449257707185808070</id><published>2010-05-02T16:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:10:32.857+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/S90Vv2Flt8I/AAAAAAAAAzM/5mSHB0zXBw0/s1600/Mother%27s+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/S90XTjN8WoI/AAAAAAAAAzU/krfIWE2PGcg/s1600/Mother%27s+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/S90XTjN8WoI/AAAAAAAAAzU/krfIWE2PGcg/s400/Mother%27s+Day.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-7449257707185808070?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/7449257707185808070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=7449257707185808070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/7449257707185808070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/7449257707185808070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/S90XTjN8WoI/AAAAAAAAAzU/krfIWE2PGcg/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-7728155831774539077</id><published>2010-02-03T00:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:38:45.858+11:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy</title><content type='html'>I believe this is the first post of the decade and the year!&lt;br /&gt;Yes I agree that I have been rather lazy for updating this little space of mine. I suspect that I have been bitten by the lazy bug. And come to think of it, its already February!&lt;br /&gt;also known as F.E.B. read as FAB! in other words, its time to celebrate the arrival of the month to be Fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I did not post a single thing for the month of January 2010! yikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the last post stating that "I wanna go home", yes i got home and since then I have left and came home several times. Being back for a short 5 days, I left for Dubai for like a near 2 weeks and came back for 5 days and left for Kay Elle and back again to Penang for a short 10 days and left for Tie-Land.. and soon in about 2 weeks time, i will be off to Kay Elle yet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much fun has occured during this holiday, making the most of it... nothing is better than Family! well, ofcourse my friends matter to me a lot too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I miss sydney heaps...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update with photos in the near future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to keep following on fast and up-to-date basis, follow me on twitter, now that is a quick update!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-7728155831774539077?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/7728155831774539077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=7728155831774539077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/7728155831774539077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/7728155831774539077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2010/02/lazy.html' title='lazy'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-7141003559854938339</id><published>2009-12-09T17:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:09:26.024+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;I WANNA GO HOME!&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/7905219749648892760-7141003559854938339?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/7141003559854938339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=7141003559854938339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/7141003559854938339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/7141003559854938339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanna-go-home.html' title='I wanna go home'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-2284157452384581251</id><published>2009-12-05T16:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:03:03.728+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Year</title><content type='html'>Pretty much, time zooms by fast. Tick... there goes another second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year it has been. Being away from home in a foreign land Down Under called Australia. Soon, I'll be wrapping the year up when I board my MH112 flight on the 16th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its scary how time passses us by. On minute I was 18 the other minute i'm 39... Not that I am. Just some metaphore. But time is that fast. Time is that precious. And to be honest, looking back at the whole year. I pretty much can sum it up as "Educational".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in many ways educational. Be in just house chores(which I don't normally do back home) or to social skills and understanding its importance. To just growing up as an invidual. To grow up and develop eyes to see the world and not let a mirage cover it. To see how broken we all are in this world. To understand that the world is not made up of people like you but of people you can smile and laugh at, or just people you literally watch from the slit of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year again it is to grow, and this transition phase from my late teens to my early adulthood has pretty much been a really fast phase. Looking back one year ago, I dont think I saw the world how I see it now. Superficial it may seem. Artificial if you call it. Even in the mass of the crumble of humane in humanity, you do find a few individuals that are like light in darkness. They stand out, but not in a "I'm-Too-Cool" manner but its what is in their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only everyone, a person at a time. Would sit down and reflect the ways of the world and relate it to themselves. To think of others and screw self-ish and pick up SELFLESS... One person at a time, wouldnt the world be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it takes a big arse to hit you in the head to realise what life is all about. Its not about you, its about how people think of you... I know we all heard that we are special and should be who we are meant to be and not change.. But what is life if you know at every corner there is someone that you dispise or look at you how you look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is a bit too messy but just trying to get a message across to all you peps.. life is so much more than you alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-2284157452384581251?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/2284157452384581251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=2284157452384581251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2284157452384581251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2284157452384581251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-year.html' title='What a Year'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-6898324300154961330</id><published>2009-11-26T14:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:20:29.513+11:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2009</title><content type='html'>Come to think of it, I havent had the urge to blog about anything for the last few months or maybe just weeks. I guess everything was just way to hectic. I had my finals and everything else. Life was really really stressful at one point.&lt;br /&gt;But just starting the holidays, only one week down, I feel pretty relxed just that I havent been able to get a job.. Yup, you heard that right, Seumas Teh is trying to find for a job. Because I have ample time, I might as well put it into some good use, earning some cash which i can spend during the holiday. But all that is still very much in vain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the exam period. I was so darn stressed out that I pretty much didnt do anything. I mean nothing! I didnt even feel like studying knowing the magnitude of the exam! But in the end, with all the effort I put in which I still find quite minimal, I hope that the outcome would be good and its in my favour eventhough I highly doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, right before my exams. It was my birthday. I think I never got to fill you up with those yet. My birthday celebration spreaded out for a whole week. The Saturday night before my birthday, I had a birthday dinner feast with my cousins and uncle and aunt. On the same day we celebrated one of my cousin's birthday and my aunt's birthday as we all share dates that are pretty close. After that was the following Monday which my friend brought me out for dinner and a movie which was pretty thoughtful. On tuesday, starting for midnight(still with the friend of mine watching movie).. and was also the actual birthday of mine.. The next morning was lunch with my classmates which was just delightful. Followed by some cake cutting and church friends in the evening and some family time with jess and wendy at home. On Friday, Jess brought me out clubbing with Adrianna after a nice dinner&amp;nbsp;at one of the poshie clubs in Sydney - The Ivy. It was nice. We even made it to VIP on my first night :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to think of it, Friday night is mostly after work drinks so there wasnbt much dancing to my disappointment. And I think Posh and Youtfulness do not go hand in hand. So not really the best club per se. But yea, from what I heard, Sydney never had the best clubbing scene. I bet Malaysia beats them hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after Jess left for Europe for a long holiday and The Loke's left for China and I was home alone trying to study for the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is back to normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying my holidays, but sadly watching some of my friends leave sydney. Trying to make the most of time to spend with my friends. And hopefully we'll see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am sorry this post was a bit random and badly written because I guess I just lost my motivation. I guess twitter is so much better... just writing 130 characters. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-6898324300154961330?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/6898324300154961330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=6898324300154961330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6898324300154961330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6898324300154961330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-2009.html' title='November 2009'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-2022486233871823298</id><published>2009-10-02T16:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:59:33.961+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sia - Breathe Me</title><content type='html'>I can never get bored listening to this really good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sparks something inside of me. Its not that I cant feel it in me, nor is it a feeling i choose to ignore. I let that feeling spark, and takes it course but no let it take control. I want to feel it, but not get overwhelmed by it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you should know what feeling it is. You felt the same before?&lt;br /&gt;(ps: you're not emo, you're not overly sensitive, you're just genuine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="365" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.pl/swf/x2v4nb&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.pl/swf/x2v4nb&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="365" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.pl/video/x2v4nb_sia-breathe-me_music"&gt;Sia - Breathe Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.pl/Sia"&gt;Sia&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.pl/en/channel/music"&gt;See the latest featured music videos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; white-space: normal;"&gt;Help, I have done it again&lt;br /&gt;I have been here many times before&lt;br /&gt;I hurt myself again today&lt;br /&gt;And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my friend&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, wrap me up&lt;br /&gt;Unfold me&lt;br /&gt;I am small&lt;br /&gt;and needy&lt;br /&gt;Warm me up&lt;br /&gt;And breathe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost myself again&lt;br /&gt;Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think that I might break&lt;br /&gt;Lost myself again and I feel unsafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my friend&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, wrap me up&lt;br /&gt;Unfold me&lt;br /&gt;I am small&lt;br /&gt;and needy&lt;br /&gt;Warm me up&lt;br /&gt;And breathe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-2022486233871823298?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/2022486233871823298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=2022486233871823298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2022486233871823298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2022486233871823298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/10/sia-breathe-me.html' title='Sia - Breathe Me'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-1898601901164758860</id><published>2009-09-30T17:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:06:28.221+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown Till I'm Legal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LET&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;COUNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;DOWN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;BEGIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;TILL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I'M &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;LEGAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="1" height="365" scrolling="no" src="http://www.7is7.com/otto/countdown.html?year=2009&amp;amp;month=10&amp;amp;date=27&amp;amp;hrs=0&amp;amp;ts=24&amp;amp;min=0&amp;amp;sec=0&amp;amp;tz=local&amp;amp;lang=en&amp;amp;show=dhms&amp;amp;mode=t&amp;amp;cdir=down&amp;amp;bgcolor=3d90c6&amp;amp;fgcolor=%23e69138&amp;amp;title=Countdown%20Till%20I%27m%20LEGAL%20at%2018" style="height: 22.8em; overflow: hidden; width: 15.6em;" width="250"&gt;&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://www.7is7.com/otto/countdown.html?year=2009&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;month=10&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;date=27&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;hrs=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ts=24&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;min=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;sec=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tz=local&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lang=en&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;show=dhms&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;mode=t&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;cdir=down&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;bgcolor=3d90c6&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;fgcolor=%23e69138&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;title=Countdown%20Till%20I%27m%20LEGAL%20at%2018"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Countdown Till I'm LEGAL at 18&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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font-size: x-large;"&gt;dramatic&lt;/span&gt; one.. a huge change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: the new hair gives me high school memories, and not good ones.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Before&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SsL-ziznpJI/AAAAAAAAAx0/4RbCC6Tbk5s/s1600-h/P1070769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SsL-ziznpJI/AAAAAAAAAx0/4RbCC6Tbk5s/s320/P1070769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SsL-7mmDI0I/AAAAAAAAAyU/vHe9pyY3aBA/s1600-h/P1070812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SsL-7mmDI0I/AAAAAAAAAyU/vHe9pyY3aBA/s320/P1070812.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7905219749648892760-5955412836736532960?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/5955412836736532960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=5955412836736532960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5955412836736532960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5955412836736532960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-vs-new.html' title='Old Vs New'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SsL-ziznpJI/AAAAAAAAAx0/4RbCC6Tbk5s/s72-c/P1070769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-1994649337926906431</id><published>2009-09-18T11:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:19:48.347+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;$86,400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has such a bank. Its name is &lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-large;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow". You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and success! The clock is running. Make the most of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;ONE YEAR&lt;/span&gt;, ask a student who failed a grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of &lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;ONE MONTH&lt;/span&gt;, ask a mother who gave birth toa premature baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of &lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE WEEK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of &lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;ONE HOUR&lt;/span&gt;, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;ONE MINUTE&lt;/span&gt;, ask a person who missed the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of &lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;ONE SECOND&lt;/span&gt;, ask a person who just avoided an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of &lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;ONE MILLISECOND&lt;/span&gt;, ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time. And remember that time waits for no one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is history.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's called the present!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-1994649337926906431?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/1994649337926906431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=1994649337926906431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/1994649337926906431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/1994649337926906431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/09/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-6333088703133446838</id><published>2009-09-11T00:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:00:45.474+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawning of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the awesome shots of &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(the dawning of spring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Y&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and seriously if you heard her sing acoustic and &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;man she can really sing... I use to think she was just another wanna be huge pop star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I always loved her tracks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;AND SHE PLAYS THE PIANO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;I went&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;GAGA&lt;/span&gt; for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(hope you will too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; 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&lt;/span&gt;and Jason of season 5 So &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You Think You Can Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; US... and Jeanine went on to become the winner :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-474756287318202760?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/474756287318202760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=474756287318202760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/474756287318202760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/474756287318202760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/09/jeanine.html' title='Jeanine'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-4448107742776984660</id><published>2009-08-28T20:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:17:55.668+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthews 25:40</title><content type='html'>Mathews 25:34-40&lt;br /&gt; 34"Then the King will say to those on His right, 'Come, you who are blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 35'For I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you invited Me in;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 36naked, and you clothed Me; I was sick, and you visited Me; I was in prison, and you came to Me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 37"Then the righteous will answer Him, 'Lord, when did we see You hungry, and feed You, or thirsty, and give You something to drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 38'And when did we see You a stranger, and invite You in, or naked, and clothe You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 39'When did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 40"The King will answer and say to them, 'Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;................&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, by being obedient and giving to our brothers and sisters, we're already giving to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened today that was surreal. The way God works was just amazing and you'll find out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago, I have noticed this guy working at a traffic light somewhere uni. When the lights turn red, he would walk to each car with a windscreen wiper and ask the drivers if he could wash their wipers for them, for some little cash(any amount was enough). But one day, while going to uni, I saw the guy travelling on the same bus with me, he suddenly got up at his stop (as usual, near the traffic lights). Once he turned around I noticed that he only had one arm, and suddenly my spirit wanted to do something. God wanted me to do something. He said, "take the 50 dollar note in your wallet and give to the person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I seldom seldom bring a 50 dollar note in the middle of the week to uni as it would have been broken to smaller amounts by then, but on that day, I had a 50 dollar note in my wallet. But at that time I was straggling, as I have a weakness for giving, because of my addiction to shopping. HAHAHAHA! Anyway, I didnt have the time to give to the person as he was alighting the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I never saw him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, a usual routine for me was going to Powerhouse at Hillsong. So on that day, Thomas was talking about how being obedient to God would mean a world to someone else. One of his story was like this. While preaching in Denmark(I think), A homeless guy came in and sat there, he heard god telling him to offer the homeless guy his jacket. And according to Thomas, it was no ordinary jacket, it was a new trendy jacket that was a wind breaker as well. But he hesitated and gave it away to the homeless guy. After giving it away, he realised that he left his gloves in the pockets and was thinking of getting it back as he loved those gloves ass well, but he felt it was awkward to ask for his jacket back so he can get his gloves out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the service, the homeless guy came up to Thomas in tears and saying that he was actually praying for a jacket and gloves when he came into the church. Coincidence?? I doubt. But that little act of giving meant a world to the homeless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing it, it reminded me of the particular scene mentioned above that happened to me. So I prayed, "God, if you want me to give to this person, give me another chance. Hopefully it's Friday after class, on the way back, because if it is on Thursday, I might not be able to give my last 50 dollar note of the week to him as I might need money on Friday. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday, I actually have plans to spend that last 50 dollar note for the week for dinner with my friends, as it was the birth of one of them. But due to the poor attendance, the celebration had to be postponed. That means I wont be spending on that last 50 dollar note. And why I said Friday after class was because, if I were to see him on Thursday, I won't be able to give as I might need it on Friday as mentioned in my prayer and that the fact on the weekends I am always with my cousins and could make a loan, so Friday afternoon was the best time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the was to the city, I was busy facebooking while on the bus using my phone. And at the traffic light, all the sudden my high lifted up and right there, I saw the guy outside working, wiping peoples windscreens(but most rejected) and I knew it was God's calling as it was right after uni! ON FRIDAY! I know its freaky, but that was the least of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurried and press the stop button, got down the bus stop and rushing over to the other side where he was working. I knew I had to step out my comfort zone right away, not that talking to a total stranger was super hard for me, given the fact of my outgoing persona... hahaha, anyway back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he saw me coming towards him and I gave him a smile, and he gave me a awkward smile, those kinda smile you give to a person who smiled at you but is a total stranger. I opened my mouth right away and uttered "Can I talk to you for a minute?" and he just looked and me and tried to brush me aside saying he was not interested thinking I was some weirdo, but I got up my courage and said, seriously, just for a minute. So he came a little closer to acknowledge that "ok, go ahead, say what you want to say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went "I dont know, but ever since I saw you coming here day to day and working under the hot sun and cold weather eventhough your conditions, there was something inside of me telling me to give you something, like God asking me to give you something. My spirit was telling me to do that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he went, "what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told him, "I ever since that day I knew I had to give you something but I never saw you again, so I prayed to meet you on Friday afternoon, after class. And this is exactly the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hurried into my wallet, and took out the 50 dollar note, and I said to him, I really really want you to have it. And the smile on his face made my day. It really made my day! It was sincere and genuine! It wasnt that kinda smile you give when you get free money. But something in me told me that he needed that money. He was lost for words, although he mange to utter a few words like "thank you very much. Thank you. I really appreciate it. Have a good weekend." Although, those words might seem insignificant, but deep down, it made my spirit super happy that even till now, I still am super pumped of what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know myself, I sometimes am a stingy person, but ever so yet, I get this generosity frenzy especially when it comes to friends. But anyhow, I know I get super stingy when I wanna buy something and is in the midst of saving up and especially that was my last 50 for the week! But I didnt feel sad at all, I feel really positive knowing that I done the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we had a nice gesture to each other saying our "God Blesses", I knew we parted ways with both worlds feeling really happy. Mine and someone else's. I guess its really good when you be obedient to some of God's wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way back, I realised my travel 10 for my bus ride was all used up and I had no cash, I was deciding to walk to the city, but nearing a bus stop, my friend came down from the bus and asked me why was I there. I was glad to see her and asked if she had money for me to borrow so I can get a bus ride. And yup, she approved that loan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thomas' message on Wednesday, My friend cancelling the Friday night dinner, The one arm man being at the traffic lights exactly Friday afternoon, after class just like in my prayer, and my friend coming down the bus and borrowed me money for a bus fair. Do you think its a coincidence?? Yet again I SAY I DOUBT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God meant it to happen, and this showed that God can make anything possible. HANDS DOWN! Seriously, everything fell into place so nicely! Every detail. At last, I guess even me, how I responded to the situation - positive - has already been one of the best thing God could have done besides planning everything out. God loves a cheerful giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when telling the story to Wendy, she asked, of all people, why do you think it was him, he could get a job, cant he? It got me thinking, I guess, I rather give money to him than to some homeless person lying on the roadside begging for money. Even though he has only one arm, he is making full use of it, coming to the same spot every day just to earn a living. His determination has already awed me, better yet his condition! As for the job concern, I guess he might have lost his job that is why he ended up doing this. I mean his conditions and him being mid 30's judging by his looks would be hard to get a job, especially during this economic down turn, so I think I would rather help someone who wants to help themselves. And I guess God knew this person really needed the help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-4448107742776984660?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/4448107742776984660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=4448107742776984660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/4448107742776984660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/4448107742776984660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/08/matthews-2540.html' title='Matthews 25:40'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-841738807218526440</id><published>2009-08-14T01:44:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:30:26.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka-Ching</title><content type='html'>I committed a personal sin yet again! Guilty as charged! I went shopping which is partly a weakness of mine especially when there is some extra ka-ching to spend. I use to loath heaps when I see something but cannot afford and start saving up and seriously its a gruelling process. Its like slowly watching one drop of sand coming down each day and you have to wait till the sand becomes a mountain. That takes ages, even to make a hill would take a long period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a long hiatus in my wardrobe and some patience. Finally &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a few plastic and paper bags filled with nice boxes and nicely wrapped items fill in gaps that were prepared just for their arrival :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, guilty as it is, I bought &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;SHOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! And I just love them. Did get them a little cheaper than expected but yet, I still get what I call "the look" from people when I tell them the price and insisted it was cheap-ER that it originally was. The colour code was asparagus-red but seriously there is no green at all, unless its a term coined for deep maroon. Anyhow, I dont speak Pris! And yea, loafers are in for this season and will stay for some seasons to come, especially coloured ones. Just love my new shoes which Aussies call it Boat Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SqkNbnNjMHI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ki45MzUUjwE/s1600-h/DSC06637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SqkNbnNjMHI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ki45MzUUjwE/s320/DSC06637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats not all, *evil smile*, shirts as well. I must say, I wanted to buy this particular pair of jeans but seriously I should stop thinking about jeans because all I want is because of its shade and colour and not because I cant wear my other jeans. Sides I already spent much on jeans... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Top Sneakers from a particular brand... LOVES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. I am starting to sound like a dumb shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;But yea its the return of the classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Earth Wars : Attack of the Shopaholics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its two weeks into the new semester and I havent mentioned anything about my new classmate(s). She is really someone I'm glad is a new addition to the class. Not only bubbly but super fun and great company. Really brings life into the class. Sides we share quite a few common interest and we get along really well. Sometimes we get along so well, that it gets us both into some unwanted trouble(not serious though) but wouldnt trade it for the laughs we get out of it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Khine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SoQ6_rgBtXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/oCfzGhELl9w/s1600-h/13082009131.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369481521415697778" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SoQ6_rgBtXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/oCfzGhELl9w/s400/13082009131.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not my camera - but her phone's 3G frontal cam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SoQ7IUKdCnI/AAAAAAAAAus/ZoAtB363KmM/s1600-h/13082009132.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369481669770021490" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SoQ7IUKdCnI/AAAAAAAAAus/ZoAtB363KmM/s400/13082009132.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow my pose... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SoQ7OYlmmRI/AAAAAAAAAu0/rnfzoqWdPxQ/s1600-h/13082009133.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369481774036850962" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SoQ7OYlmmRI/AAAAAAAAAu0/rnfzoqWdPxQ/s400/13082009133.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a failure when it comes to watch modelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, there is Renny too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;broke boy&lt;/span&gt;...( HAHAHA, financial planning anyone? I'm not asking for it, I'm providing)(but meh, I do budget :D not that bad! Its called rewarding if you never heard of it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-841738807218526440?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/841738807218526440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=841738807218526440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/841738807218526440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/841738807218526440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/08/judging-by-its-cover.html' title='Ka-Ching'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SqkNbnNjMHI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ki45MzUUjwE/s72-c/DSC06637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-9207583188756647128</id><published>2009-08-09T16:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:26:54.671+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Flannels!</title><content type='html'>Its my 200th post... really? I have been blogging on this for years and I am only on my 200th post???!?!?! Must update more often so when I read back all the old stuff, I would have laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I was at the Hillsong Powerhouse (mostly city campus) leader's get together. There were heaps of people there and the fress codes was flannels, but ofcourse you had a lot of people who didnt get the memo *roles eyes* well I did get the memo so I get to point you guys out :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the party was great with Nathan and April Miller hosting. With all the city church tribal leaders and the crews that help out at all the universities all around the city. Met heaps of people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we even had great food catered for us. Very nice food. Soon after we had awards ceremonies to acknowledge people who have dedicated much to the growth of Powerhouse! And I seriously had a great laugh when they all were desribing the awards and stufff. Aussies are seriously funny! Seriously. And my friends are great, wouldnt change a single bit about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met more people and played a game called snap that took quite a lot of interest outta me. I was so into the game. Would love to play it with people when I am back home or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the party ended, it was darn late, and the train was like going to be a nightrider, so I didnt end up going home and was staying at Thengs in North Strathfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it home the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the week has been great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got new classmates which are totally awesome in uni! So yea, look forward to the weeks to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cant believe its already middle of the year and spring is coming, the leaves on the trees are slowly growing back. Wow, felt like yesterday when I was just complaining about the cold winter's wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-9207583188756647128?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/9207583188756647128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=9207583188756647128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/9207583188756647128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/9207583188756647128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/08/flannels.html' title='Flannels!'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-5207858884694570331</id><published>2009-08-02T16:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:02:53.583+10:00</updated><title type='text'>O Fortuna</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;O Fortune,&lt;br /&gt;just as the moon&lt;br /&gt;Stands constantly changing,&lt;br /&gt;always increasing&lt;br /&gt;or decreasing;&lt;br /&gt;Detestable life&lt;br /&gt;now difficult&lt;br /&gt;and then easy&lt;br /&gt;Deceptive sharp mind;&lt;br /&gt;poverty&lt;br /&gt;power&lt;br /&gt;it melts them like ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate - monstrous&lt;br /&gt;and empty,&lt;br /&gt;you whirling wheel,&lt;br /&gt;stand malevolent,&lt;br /&gt;well-being is vain&lt;br /&gt;and always fades to nothing,&lt;br /&gt;shadowed&lt;br /&gt;and veiled&lt;br /&gt;you plague me too;&lt;br /&gt;now through the game,&lt;br /&gt;my bare back&lt;br /&gt;I bring to your villainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate, in health&lt;br /&gt;and in virtue,&lt;br /&gt;is now against me&lt;br /&gt;driven on&lt;br /&gt;and weighted down,&lt;br /&gt;always enslaved.&lt;br /&gt;So at this hour&lt;br /&gt;without delay&lt;br /&gt;pluck the vibrating string;&lt;br /&gt;since through Fate&lt;br /&gt;strikes down the strong,&lt;br /&gt;everyone weep with me!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song I have been listening to... but can you guess what song it is?? Because this is not the lyrics... Its kinda obvious though... hahaha... here, a clue, its a sung in a foreign language, very popular and the lyrics was suppose to be a poem back in the 13th century...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-5207858884694570331?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/5207858884694570331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=5207858884694570331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5207858884694570331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5207858884694570331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-fortuna.html' title='O Fortuna'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-1317894204581518854</id><published>2009-07-27T13:29:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:29:10.897+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fallen Sparrow</title><content type='html'>A fallen sparrow is what I feel right now. A broken wing that doesnt lift me higher but brings me lower and lower down. Sparrows fly with pride, sparrows fly with dignity, sparrows fly grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, pride broken, dignity lost,grace stolen. Have you ever felt like you have a flaw, a flaw that you didnt really want, and its hard for you to change, and once you show it and people see it. That turns out to be the the only weapon for others when they need to pull you down. Its like this poor boy who has this face that irritates people, thus he gets bullied... Its not like he can change his face when he wants to. Even if he undergo plastic surgery, it takes time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always trying to be perfect(open your eyes and you'll see my efforts), though perfection is not within reach, but you can try to be close perfect. During then, I was flying, I had this fresh air in my chest called pride, that made we walk tall trying to ignore the flaw that I have inside or hide it from the outside world. So when someone who already knows the flaw that is inside suddenly brings it up unintentionally, it does hurt you. Kills your pride, brings you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, with this flaw, this single flaw, you dont earn any respect? Does dignity have to be flushed down the toilet too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do believe that everytime when people have problems when they are together, be it talking or any for of civilised activity. It brings forth a new beginning for reconciliation. It takes compromising from both sides. I am ready to compromise. I know what it is like to be in your shoe, I understand what your motives, your feelings, your actions, your behaviour, your character, your background.. I understand you (to a certain extend or at least I try to). I have empathy. But are you ready to fill in my crampy old sneakers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-1317894204581518854?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/1317894204581518854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=1317894204581518854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/1317894204581518854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/1317894204581518854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/07/fallen-sparrow.html' title='A Fallen Sparrow'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-5017709244264517211</id><published>2009-07-25T09:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:59:08.220+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Over, Umat Here</title><content type='html'>I had like a sudden jolt of the importance of this year for my life all the sudden a few weeks ago and started rampaging through my books to get in as much as i can for the exams. I didnt want to screw it up this time compared to the average work or maybe below average work done last term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, this was the semester examination and it holds a way higher weightage as well. So panicky, I ran pass pages after pages within all the time I had. Do as much questions I could, access to any materials I could obtain and ask teachers and lecturers and tutors how to do so and so, because I think for the whole of the semester, I was pure slacking, I hardly asked anything in tutorials, especially maths. It is not that I am supper good at maths, was because I was doing much enough to dump into questions that I dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, lucky for this sudden realisation of the whole scene and some wise words from several people, I manage to get whole of the loops I have creating ever since slacking for the whole half a year and fill it up with useful information. In fact, I realised that I actually wasnt that stupid. I actually could understand the chapters super fast if I did give it some effort. But the lecture style of classes is partly to blame for my bad understanding of the lecture. hahaha, but of course laziness was also to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I made it through the exams, barely. It was rather weird for some of the questions and some were rather challenging. But I think it was fair for the amount of work I put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon I would put in way more effort this semester and keep on fighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm on holidays now, its not a time to slack. I got UMAT coming up next. UMAT is Undergraduate Medicine Admissions Test. Its one heck of a crazy test. Testing on EI and IQ and so on. Lots of aspects that are important to any jobs and anyone's well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am working hard for that and yup, I need to do maths, after UMAT is over :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... study freak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, I went to catch Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Finally a movie in the cinema after a long absence. I am sad to admit that I have not watch a lot of blockbuster movies throughout the year since coming to Australia. "Its a sad sad situation"(Elton John).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought Harry Potter was sorta OK! maybe 3.5 outta 5? It is a really good adaptation of the book this time as every detail in the book is so important that it had to be in the movie and not sliced off. And Quidditch is back! I think its fun to watch Quidditch as it gives a platform for the CGI effects. Talking bout CGI, I guess since the movie has so much hype, it comes for a bigger budget, so CGI was so much better. However the use of magic in this movie was rather sad, not much fighting, but I know its a climb to the climax in the last movie which is two movies away! ARGHHHH! It does build that hype for the next movie though... And I have to say, at certain scenes they did still have that British movie feeling... You know,the screen play, the way the camera shoots that scene and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its worth watching if you have watched the last few movies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-5017709244264517211?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/5017709244264517211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=5017709244264517211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5017709244264517211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5017709244264517211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/07/exam-over-umat-here.html' title='Exam Over, Umat Here'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-5974082550983069777</id><published>2009-07-11T12:51:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:19:42.892+10:00</updated><title type='text'>KevJumba</title><content type='html'>I was recently introduced to KevJumba...(not personally)&lt;br /&gt;just know his existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little something something about KevJumba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KevJumba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Wu was inspired to put comedy videos on YouTube by the stand-up performances of Dave Chapelle. He chose the YouTube username KevJumba because his friend used MattJumba as a screenname, and he thought it was funny. Wu chose YouTube because of his lack of resources and an audience. When Wu's "I Have to Deal With Stereotypes" video was featured, his number of viewers began to increase.[4] In this video, Wu says that the three stereotypes he must deal with as an Asian are that he is "cheap", a "nerd", and has "no social life". He tries to prove that he is not cheap by stating that he recently bought a "brand new, top of the line, TI-84 calculator". He acknowledges that this might make him nerdy but dismisses this stereotype because he does not "make all A's...in school today (he) made a B+". He goes on to say he can prove he has a social life because his cell phone rings all the time. At this point, his phone rings, he answers it, and the voice on the other end says, "Hey, why did you tell me to call you?"[5] Wu has collaborated with fellow YouTube comedian Christine Gambito (HappySlip) and has made five videos with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of June, 2009, Wu had more than 537,000 subscribers and more than 17,000,000 views to his channel.[6] His combined video views total to over 56,500,000. On February 26, 2008 the Los Angeles Times compared the web series quarterlife's viewership to Wu's. At the time Wu was a "semi-well known YouTube blogger" and had received 450,000 views for a video describing how he broke his shin. quarterlife, which had been picked up by NBC, had received only 100,000 views on MySpace and 50,000 views on YouTube.[7]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By May 29, 2008, Wu had become one of three Asians under the age of 21 to be in the top five of YouTube's all-time most subscribed users with 187,000 subscribers and more than 5.9 million views.[8] By June 5, 2008 he had become the number one subscribed comedian on YouTube, and third most subscribed uploader overall.[2] Wu's videos have received replies from Jessica Alba and Baron Davis.[9] In 2008, Davis created a "longest stare" contest for ibeatyou.com, a site that he and Alba's husband Cash Warren co-founded. The contest began with Davis challenging Wu, who then challenged Alba.[10][11][12]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JumbaFund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Kevin Wu began JumbaFund, a YouTube channel dedicated to collecting money for charity. As a partner, Kevin gets money every time someone views his videos. Kevin posts casual videos such as throwing paper airplanes off the Golden Gate Bridge, scaring his floormates, riding his bike in the hallway or even shocking "Jesus". Due to his popularity on his main account, his secondary soon had over 175,000 subscribers. On June 26,2009, days after Michael Jackson's death, he made a video trying to prove he is not the freak the media tried to make him seem like. It hit a soft spot in a lot of people and in 3 days, had over 600,000 views. In May 2009 he donated $1708 dollars to St. Judes Children's Hospital. Christine aka Happyslip soon picked up on the idea and made her secondary, christinegambito into a charity channel too. Kevin Wu said he would like all the YouTube celebrities to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(source : Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of his vids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5TFQ5hLxgoY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5TFQ5hLxgoY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1mw6d7kV9q8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1mw6d7kV9q8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(coutersy of JumbaFund)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the link to JumbaFund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/jumbafund?blend=1&amp;ob=4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the link to the JumbaFund on Youtube)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBwFqudGac8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBwFqudGac8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywWmGbpUKXM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywWmGbpUKXM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CguCyEX51Gc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CguCyEX51Gc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From KevJumba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/kevjumba?blend=1&amp;ob=4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, beautiFULL JESSICA ALBA'S RESPONSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmzcKXsllWs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmzcKXsllWs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really someone to keep an eye on :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the why, why did I come across him?? SOMEONE said I look like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SlgSmjdY3hI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Vt9AHt4M6sw/s1600-h/KevJumba+VS+Seumas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SlgSmjdY3hI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Vt9AHt4M6sw/s400/KevJumba+VS+Seumas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357052210320039442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(failed to replicate his shot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SlgKymOPPUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/z5GVZJbJfIE/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090703_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SlgKymOPPUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/z5GVZJbJfIE/s400/Snapshot_20090703_12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357043621127208258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, you decide...&lt;br /&gt;(sometimes at certain glimpse in his video, I think he looks like me- JUST CERTAIN GLIMPSE. PLUS, he is so much cuter, handsome, better looking and ofcourse more popular and is a celebrity! compared to this lowly life form called Seumas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, I had a haircut(and a little change of style)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SlgNQ4jiVDI/AAAAAAAAAuU/gX_HYk2C7d4/s1600-h/P1070389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SlgNQ4jiVDI/AAAAAAAAAuU/gX_HYk2C7d4/s400/P1070389.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357046340467708978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SlgNCs9c7wI/AAAAAAAAAuM/z6pYe-htHM0/s1600-h/P1070391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SlgNCs9c7wI/AAAAAAAAAuM/z6pYe-htHM0/s400/P1070391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357046096837013250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-5974082550983069777?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/5974082550983069777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=5974082550983069777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5974082550983069777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5974082550983069777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/07/kevjumba.html' title='KevJumba'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SlgSmjdY3hI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Vt9AHt4M6sw/s72-c/KevJumba+VS+Seumas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-2941566442925379283</id><published>2009-07-10T18:37:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:58:59.165+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just When I Wanted to Start!</title><content type='html'>Looking back at the last few weeks prior to the exams, I think I have been slacking a lot! A lot! And have decided a few weeks ago to buck up and start mugging for the exams, or should I say, become a one off bookworm. There has been some little effort showing and the motivation is ever growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just when I wanted to start this book reading escapade, I find myself trapped in a situation that is holding me back from progressing in "this unusual effort". I must say, it has been doing well, trying to get more and more questions done and trying to fully utilise my time. However, just as this weird sensation of wanting to thrive in the reading sector, I have developed a flu which started last Wednesday, following with a cough on that same Friday, and now, since yesterday, a headache that is killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been claims that it is swine flu, but relax, I havent seen my so called "flu" spreading around the crowd near me, I mean I am constantly near them, if it really was that infectious, people would be coughing and sniffling in the class and at home. But no signs of that. And another thing is that I attribute it to the cold, I reckon its just a common cold as there is no signs of an actual flu as that can be determined by the colour of the mucus - tranparent is ok, green means you're sick. (sorry if it is too much of a detail, but its general knowledge) Anyway you can guess which colour it is - starts with a T! Plus the mucus is much more watery than usual high viscosity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i have been constantly having this rather dry cough, it doesnt seem to produce phlegm, none at all if i can recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last but not least, headache had be traced back to the sinus pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I havent had the worst symptom of swine flu which is fever! And I dont expect to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, it can be concluded that I dont have swine flu. So I should get more gulps of Mother(an energy drink) and try to stay awake and do more WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I cant go for a check up, cannot afford to get quarantined&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-2941566442925379283?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/2941566442925379283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=2941566442925379283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2941566442925379283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2941566442925379283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-when-i-wanted-to-start.html' title='Just When I Wanted to Start!'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-2813332365845959787</id><published>2009-07-08T14:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:31:29.802+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga - Paparazzi</title><content type='html'>I am starting a love game LADY GAGA! I SO WANNA GO GET HER ALBUM! &lt;br /&gt;here is the Paparazzi Official Video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQJ9Vi8GLok&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQJ9Vi8GLok&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-2813332365845959787?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/2813332365845959787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=2813332365845959787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2813332365845959787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2813332365845959787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/07/lady-gaga-paparazzi.html' title='Lady Gaga - Paparazzi'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-3222908998914089921</id><published>2009-06-24T23:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:54:13.793+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikr6soplamM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikr6soplamM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singer is Emmy Rossum... the same girl who was in Phantom of the Opera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-3222908998914089921?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/3222908998914089921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=3222908998914089921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3222908998914089921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3222908998914089921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/06/singer-is-emmy-rossum.html' title=''/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-1692489113537540586</id><published>2009-06-18T21:27:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:55:18.451+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Never Ending Journey</title><content type='html'>It does not stop nor slow down for you to take a break. Once the gas is stepped on, it begins and increases in velocity. The best you can do is keep your pace up and stamina strong. It is always better to be prepared and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is gonna be hard, gonna take the best out of you. Kicks you right where it hurts most. Sometimes we mess up, but that is what is gonna make us step up to what lies ahead. There are so many pathways you have decided to take in a time that is yet to come but it slowly becomes the road that ends with a blockage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears, the bruise, the busted lip, the lost teeth, the broken bones, the fractured nose, the bleeding heart, etc. But most of all the scars that create a trauma, ones that might pull you back or ones that would push you forward. I guess this is what makes it worth while, this is what some people call "adventure", "the ride" and where most people say enjoy it. In the end, we have no choice but to continue and keep running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you ready for this journey called LIFE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-1692489113537540586?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/1692489113537540586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=1692489113537540586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/1692489113537540586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/1692489113537540586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-ending-journey.html' title='The Never Ending Journey'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-8952233989023081970</id><published>2009-06-13T16:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:40:23.677+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Start the Search Party</title><content type='html'>Sound the alarms, ring all the nearest police stations, paste up those posters, start up an investigation, secure the site. Finally, call in the search party. I think we might have a case of "missing identity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week after week, dreadful as no clues are found to unravel the mysteries of ME. What do I really want in life? Why do I react like that? Where am I suppose to go from here? Whose life do I belong to? Who do I loose myself to? Whom do I seek refuge in? How does my mind disconnects from my heart and body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions that doubt the me I use to see. I see sadness in my eyes when I look in the mirror or is it lost? Plunged through all this confusion from my day to day life. To fight for a dream or to let it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drown is me in this sea of emotions. My soul is left somewhere in the sea as my "dead" body left it and float to the surface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-8952233989023081970?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/8952233989023081970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=8952233989023081970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8952233989023081970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8952233989023081970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/06/start-search-party.html' title='Start the Search Party'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-8502025744031248951</id><published>2009-06-02T23:52:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:59:23.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter...</title><content type='html'>Its just the second day of winter and I hope that it ends, or it fast forward just a bit. The cold winds start to blow in and sometimes it creeps into your clothes. Australia may not be cold during winter compared to the northern hemisphere counterparts, but darn, they have cold, freezing winds. Because it is an island, there is always a constant gust of cold sea and land breeze from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of the time, because the temperature is not that low, people just tend to put on a jacket only, just an extra piece. No one really bulks up in terms of clothes because its just not how it is here. Sometimes, I dont even have a jacket, but the only part of me that feels like ice are my hands and feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as winter slowly creeps in, my whole body starts to lose its body heat. This just proves that I am not a cold blooded animal! hahaha... Having coming from a tropical country, I am so bad at layering, but I am slowly, slowly learning... and I need more money on winter clothing... hahaha... I really have to restock.. I wear the same jacket day in day out.. hahaha.. BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mama, if you are reading this... I need new jackets... My layering sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my usual brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-ing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-8502025744031248951?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/8502025744031248951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=8502025744031248951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8502025744031248951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8502025744031248951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/06/winter.html' title='Winter...'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-2665051970810388810</id><published>2009-05-30T12:58:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:08:54.767+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Again</title><content type='html'>Recently there has been a dramatic decline in blogging frequency. I wonder what caused this? Do you think because everything has become normal and that I have settled in that nothing seem worth blogging about or is it that my life has turned into some sorta routine that there is nothing more to elaborate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this doesnt mean that the situation of me loving to blog has changed. That stays solid. Hmmmmm, you reckon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been through hell, exaggerating, and rising up again like a Phoenix. hahaha, such crappy saying. This is life, its up and down.. like what people call it, a rollacoster ride, so cliche. But the thing is, this is so much scarier than that little train that just goes round and round. You wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in a rollacoster, safety is at utmost importance, thus nor much worries. But life, has no safety net, or at least there is one, but sometimes none. And you cant expect how the ride is going to be. It is full of suspense. Not like a rollacoster, once its going up really slow, you know its gonna come down fast and you are already anticipating for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is something about life if you havent already known. The word that alarms around uni or during class the most is "This is UNFAIR" in various accents. Sorry to serve it up to you, but life is unfair. Just suck it all up and just accept it. What on earth is fair? Life still moves on, so quit lamenting that things should be better for you since you are doing such a good deed! GROW UP! But on a further notice, what goes around comes around, maybe some day soon, its all gonna be good :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-2665051970810388810?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/2665051970810388810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=2665051970810388810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2665051970810388810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2665051970810388810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/05/rose-again.html' title='Rose Again'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-3301333000347992467</id><published>2009-05-25T23:36:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:37:55.872+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Et s’il fallait le faire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I7zdlo8OrJg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I7zdlo8OrJg&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;br /&gt;S’il fallait le faire, j’arrêterais la terre&lt;br /&gt;J’éteindrais la lumière, que tu restes endormi&lt;br /&gt;S’il fallait pour te plaire lever des vents contraires&lt;br /&gt;Dans un désert sans vie, je trouverais la mer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et s’il fallait le faire, j’arrêterais la pluie&lt;br /&gt;Elle fera demi-tour le reste de nos vies&lt;br /&gt;S’il fallait pour te plaire t’écouter chaque nuit&lt;br /&gt;Quand tu parles d’amour, j’en parlerais aussi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tu regardes encore dans le fond de mes yeux&lt;br /&gt;Que tu y vois encore le plus grand des grands feux&lt;br /&gt;Et que ta main se colle sur ma peau, où elle veut&lt;br /&gt;Un jour si tu t’envoles, je suivrais, si je peux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et s’il fallait le faire, je repousserais l’hiver&lt;br /&gt;A grands coups de printemps et de longs matins clairs&lt;br /&gt;S’il fallait pour te plaire, j’arrêterais le temps&lt;br /&gt;Que tous tes mots d’hier restent à moi maintenant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que je regarde encore dans le bleu de tes yeux&lt;br /&gt;Que tes deux mains encore se perdent dans mes cheveux&lt;br /&gt;Je ferai tout plus grand et si c’est trop ou peu&lt;br /&gt;J’aurais tort tout le temps, si c’est ça que tu veux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je veux bien tout donner, si seul’ment tu y crois&lt;br /&gt;Mon cœur veut bien saigner, si seul’ment tu le vois&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu’à n’être plus rien que l’ombre de tes nuits&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu’à n’être plus rien qu’une ombre qui te suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et s’il fallait le faire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Translation&lt;br /&gt;And If It Had To Be Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it had to be done, I would stop the earth&lt;br /&gt;I would turn off the light so that you stay asleep&lt;br /&gt;If it had to be done to please you, raising opposite winds&lt;br /&gt;In a desert without life, I would find the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it had to be done, I would stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;It will turn around the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;If it had to be done to please you, listening to you every night&lt;br /&gt;When you speak of love, I would speak of it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you still look into the depth of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;So you still see in there the biggest of the big fires&lt;br /&gt;And so your hand clings to my skin where it wants to&lt;br /&gt;If you fly away one day, I would follow if I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it had to be done, I would repel the winter&lt;br /&gt;With hard blows of springtime and long clear mornings&lt;br /&gt;If it had to be done to please you, I would stop the time&lt;br /&gt;So all your words of yesterday stay with me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I still look into the blue of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;So your two hands still get lost in my hair&lt;br /&gt;I will make everything bigger and if it’s too much or too little&lt;br /&gt;I would be wrong all the time, if that’s what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to give everything, if only you believe in it&lt;br /&gt;My heart does want to bleed, if only you see it&lt;br /&gt;Until being nothing more but the shadow of your nights&lt;br /&gt;Until being nothing more but a shadow that follows you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it had to be done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-3301333000347992467?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/3301333000347992467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=3301333000347992467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3301333000347992467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3301333000347992467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/05/et-sil-fallait-le-faire-sil-fallait-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-5297042163284547513</id><published>2009-05-20T22:51:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:58:04.261+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock, knock on my door.</title><content type='html'>Knock, knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock on my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I slept,&lt;br /&gt;but my heart is awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover is knocking on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to walk through the door to love&lt;br /&gt;and not walk pass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk every road in the maze &lt;br /&gt;just to find where you are.&lt;br /&gt;To lead you out from lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather be weak&lt;br /&gt;and be in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be strong&lt;br /&gt;and stand alone,&lt;br /&gt;allowing pride to consume me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by me(but inspired from Thomas Hanson's talk)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-5297042163284547513?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/5297042163284547513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=5297042163284547513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5297042163284547513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5297042163284547513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/05/knock-knock-on-my-door.html' title='Knock, knock on my door.'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-3506249341426964246</id><published>2009-05-16T13:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:50:18.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><content type='html'>This entire week hasnt been the best. All I can feel is crashing into walls after walls. Conflicts, bad luck, miscommunication and that stupid paranoid brain of mine... What else can do you think can keep shoving me right into the wall... If you can think of any, please, dont hesitate to write it down on my comment box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Wednesday was just horrid and trauma but all went well on Thursday as fresh air and Friday came as an unexpected nuclear bomb that would only target one person. But seriously, this nuclear bomb was contagious. My negativity was spreading like a pandemic! Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my paranoia, it grows in my head and it has to be KILLED! I am always expecting for the worst, but I dont want the worst to happen. Who does?!?!?! Its this really shaky period that makes me so. All the insecurity. But yet, I wanna stay on this bandwagon to see what good outcome will happen to me. For good things come for those who wait. But never the less, dont be so naive, be prepared for the worst as well but ALWAYS! I mean ALWAYS! FOCUS ON THE POSITIVE SIDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to get a grip of myself. Life is positive when you see it positively, but the opposite happens when you do the other. People will pull you down, but keep your head up. Right now, my negativity is bringing a crash into my world. Stop right now to prevent it from happening. I wanna be the happy me again in this world of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power for it to slip away is in my own hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dont complain nor feel negative over things you cant control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-3506249341426964246?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/3506249341426964246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=3506249341426964246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3506249341426964246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3506249341426964246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/05/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-8501015658223781922</id><published>2009-05-08T23:35:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:47:42.649+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle</title><content type='html'>I've havent been updating my blog lately as all the surprises in life and the spices has become idle for the moment. I guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There hasnt been anything significant going around lately, but yet I still feel fine and content. But at certaint times I do miss home and mum and dad and my sisters but not to the extend of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for studies, I really got to step up to the occasion and yes, I've been slowly improving.. But I need to improve fast. Sometimes thinking that I am to do Med, I kinda freak out. I am not too sure about it myself. Insecurities such as lack of faith in myself, thinking is this the pathway I really want and so much more. Sometimes all this thinking is just too overwhelming in a bad way that it clogs up my brain and thus inhibits my ability to focus on whats really important at present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have grown in terms of maturity in mentality though I have so much more to learn yet. Sometimes I think ahead too much but it doesnt really help me as that is not whats gonna bring me far. I know dreams makes things endless but it doesnt work that way if you dont take a first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do at certain times strat comparing myself with others and making myself feel miserable. And for that, my cousins have been telling me to be thankful for is given to you and not compare. And to build self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a sign on what I really wanna do in this life. GOD TELL ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-8501015658223781922?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/8501015658223781922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=8501015658223781922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8501015658223781922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8501015658223781922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/05/idle.html' title='Idle'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-3301782224986228234</id><published>2009-04-24T19:52:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:47:39.788+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Party to Remember</title><content type='html'>Today is a day where I will look back and laugh about it when I talk about it again, especially with the people who were involved and I can tell you that there was heaps of people involved in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started right before class was about to end, only a few more minutes left on the clock when one by one some of the students, including me, rushed out of class to get some stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon as everyone was ready and stood by the door, the lights of the classroom were dimmed and everyone started to sing happy birthday to a special someone. The expression on her face was really surprise and it got even more ecstatic when she realised that the surprise did not end with a single cake, but came in through the door was bags after bags of food stuff and presents. We had 2 dozen Krispy Kreme donuts, 1 almond cake, 1 chocolate cake with 48 candles lighted, heaps of assorted chocolate(A REALLY HUGE BUNCH), jelly with Logan, drinks, junk food AND PARTY HATS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere was just awesome as everyone say with such enthusiasm and joy. The expression on her face was just priceless, the smile, the giggles, the eye contact where you can tell she was happy, she was thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To impress us, with one gulp of air, she blew of all the 48 candles! The how hype escalated to a peak where everyone was cheering and jeering! She was about to cut the cake when something backfired, but in a hilarious way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN EMERGENCY HAS BEEN INITIATED PLEASE WAIT FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came out from the speakers with this automated man machine voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sirens were going off and the phrase was again repeated! and it went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students and teachers came out to the classroom to see whats going on and getting the class ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what was happening in LG11, the whole class was laughing and going like OH MY GOD! as the birthday girl can out of the classroom to try to reach the phone to call the office but her efforts were in vain, she was running and zooming up the steps and back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one point, the sirens went off louder and a different sentence was coming out this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY! PLEASE EVACUATE THE BUILDING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our whole class burst into laughter and not moving out from the classroom as we watch the other kids running out of the building! at last we were forced to leave the building as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, the teachers started asking around and due to the story many burst into laughter. The news spreaded like wild fire across the entire foundation. And the funniest thing that made it classic was that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE BIRTHDAY GIRL WAS OUR TEACHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire brigade came and as the alarm did indicate where the fire was, the fireman was able to identify the source of the "fire" as we didnt take anything out from the classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting at the evacuation site, you could see the news spreading as people from there and there started laughing out so loudly. At one point, the teacher that had the title of fire alarm setting off king - some male teacher who sets off the alarm because he forgot his toast some time ago - told the entire crowd that there was a party at LG 11 and ask all of the people to join(but they didnt appear). And thus, he handed his crown to our teacher, Claudia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were allowed to go back to our classrooms, we started to pick up the mood again and had a great party. All the food was just filling and really really yummy that we have so much left overs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLAUDIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL HAIL PBL2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-3301782224986228234?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/3301782224986228234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=3301782224986228234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3301782224986228234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3301782224986228234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-party-to-remember.html' title='A Birthday Party to Remember'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-6730176482625970975</id><published>2009-04-18T19:04:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:28:41.287+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chef in Me</title><content type='html'>For 2 nights in a row, Today and Yesterday, I have been praying hard to find the supernatural chef in me as I said I would cook dinner. I know, SHOCKER! Seumas actually cooking! People who know me knows that I am really house work dumb... shhhh, dont tell anyone! I KNOW I KNOW, its an open secret now! I am improving anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, on Friday I went to do groceries and thought of making the family Israeli Coffee Chicken and Bacon Cabonara. I know many of you have never heard of coffee chicken but if you did it right and am a coffee lover, I bet this dish is highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the process and outcome... Dont scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SemYUxSzkLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/EUbFBcAVHHw/s1600-h/DSC06157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SemYUxSzkLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/EUbFBcAVHHw/s400/DSC06157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325955516939342002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could help me take a photo while cooking :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sema5uyAlVI/AAAAAAAAAsU/GmGYLrH6WKw/s1600-h/DSC06159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sema5uyAlVI/AAAAAAAAAsU/GmGYLrH6WKw/s400/DSC06159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325958350943327570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marinated Isreali Coffee Chicken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SembPd-VEXI/AAAAAAAAAsc/lixez06Wby4/s1600-h/DSC06158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SembPd-VEXI/AAAAAAAAAsc/lixez06Wby4/s400/DSC06158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325958724388721010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soon to be Crisp Bacon for the Bacon Cabonara Pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SembbST5lWI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dbPwxGTbYNM/s1600-h/DSC06160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SembbST5lWI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dbPwxGTbYNM/s400/DSC06160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325958927416399202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end product : Yin and Yang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Israeli Coffee Chicken was said to be ok but too much coffee as for the Bacon Cabonara, it got a big GOOD and smiles ofcourse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had Lilian over for dinner... Hahaha, Luckily we are still surviving :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day came and this time it is only me and wendy left home, and I thought I would step up to the challenge again and cook something much simpler this time and its only for two. Besides that Wendy is a little busy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided with Spring Onion and Garlic Steamed Fish Served with Cream Pumpkin Soup and Bread....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the end product..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SemcNC3ZkRI/AAAAAAAAAss/G_6JQSFGkv0/s1600-h/DSC06164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SemcNC3ZkRI/AAAAAAAAAss/G_6JQSFGkv0/s400/DSC06164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325959782263787794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SemcWCM97wI/AAAAAAAAAs0/MskrUWK56o8/s1600-h/DSC06163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SemcWCM97wI/AAAAAAAAAs0/MskrUWK56o8/s400/DSC06163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325959936704638722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Semciv8jVJI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EyyOzNGWQHI/s1600-h/DSC06165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Semciv8jVJI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EyyOzNGWQHI/s400/DSC06165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325960155142247570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the messy table, but anyone Hungry?? we even have juice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-6730176482625970975?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/6730176482625970975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=6730176482625970975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6730176482625970975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6730176482625970975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/04/chef-in-me.html' title='The Chef in Me'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SemYUxSzkLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/EUbFBcAVHHw/s72-c/DSC06157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-6679040810856470759</id><published>2009-04-16T12:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:27:36.813+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Pavements</title><content type='html'>Chasing Pavements - Adele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YimdPxZrfiM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YimdPxZrfiM&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;br /&gt;I've made up my mind,&lt;br /&gt;No need to think it over,&lt;br /&gt;If i'm wrong I aint right,&lt;br /&gt;No need to look no further,&lt;br /&gt;This ain't lust,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is love&lt;/span&gt; but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If i tell the world,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never say enough,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it was not said to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And thats exactly what i need to do,&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Even If i knew my place should i leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd build myself up,&lt;br /&gt;And fly around in circles,&lt;br /&gt;Wait then as my heart drops,&lt;br /&gt;and my back begins to tingle&lt;br /&gt;finally could this be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Even If i knew my place should i leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Even If i knew my place should i leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Dont Give Up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-6679040810856470759?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/6679040810856470759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=6679040810856470759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6679040810856470759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6679040810856470759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/04/chasing-pavements.html' title='Chasing Pavements'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-8226313157538243908</id><published>2009-04-14T22:35:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:01:55.339+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious Weekend</title><content type='html'>I had a blast this entire Easter weekend. All the way! It got better and better, even on Easter Monday although there was a little "annoying" part. And Tuesday was also awesome minus some of my self causing "annoying" parts. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, throughout the entire weekend which include Friday, it was full on! There was no time to loose as everything that weekend meant a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On Friday&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I was at the morning service and boy was that 1 hour special service just so worth going. And as for the afternoon, it was a day at Darling Harbour with Jess, Wendy and Mindi. Yup outing with the girls to meet more girls whom at least brought a long 2 guys, actually there was 1 guy but he had to call another male friend to accompany so he wont feel awkward. Anyway, that afternoon as awesome, the sun was shinning well, it was a warm day and the parade and stuff around Darling Harbour created a really worth while atmosphere. It was definitely packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On Saturday&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I had a day out with my friends and went to watch Pink Panther 2! That movie was just ok, wasnt too good nor too bad. Just that it would have been better on DVD or something. I even brought a friend back to West Pennant Hills to enjoy the joyous occasion of Easter at Hillsong Church. We are not suppose to be selfish - got to share the fun with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On Sunday&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Woke up for the morning service. Normally I would be doing Kids, but since my friend was here, I accompanied him into the service and had to come out midway to help out at the busy times for Kids. He came to watch and at the same time help a little bit. It was really cool having a friend around! Went back for some Wii showdown and some Zs. After that, we went for the Easter Arts and Films Festival with Wendy. The art work was nice and the films were touching. Some of the 5 minute short films nearly put a tear in my eyes. There is another Euphoric moment during the service that came after the Festival. Not only did we get to praise and sing awesome songs, I got to witness something really really meaningful to me happen right before me... shhh, not telling!(due to respect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that awesome, out of the world service, we went for a little or should I say BIG dinner at Bavarian Bier Cafe which serves really good German food. Yummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On Monday&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Came down to the city to meet Jason and go to the Easter Show with his friends. It was really boring as the start as we were looking at all this boring stuff until we arrived at the Carnival! That was the place I wanted to be, to have a little thrill and to have a spanking fun time. But the annoying part came when it started pouring. At first it was bareable but then the rain got heavier and heavier that all the people there started taking shelter in the show rooms. After spending some hours in the rain, trying to play and ignore the rain, we had to give in and run for cover. It was so hard as 3 people had to share an umbrella, leaving us ALL soaking wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horror came when I started to have a headache and started to catch a mild cold and I didnt even had a jacket nor dry clothes. And we had to run to the train station that was a like freaking far. And had to go back early as we actually planed to watch some of the shows like the Extreme Bikes and Fireworks but then we didnt feel and cant stay any longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even back at the city, I had to try to stay ok in my a little much drier clothes and sit through dinner. Got back home(was staying in the city), cleaned up and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Went out with some of my Unimates for a movie, 17 Again starring Zac Effron.. Well, to be honest I dont quite like Zac as he is a total pretty boy, yea, you might think I am jealous, but I mean come on, he is just using his face to get where he is, think about it, he so didnt earn being on the Oscars this year. Hahaha, anyway, the movie wasnt bad as the plot was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went Karaoke and scream our lungs out to heaps of songs. It was really fun. I really love singing eventhough I know I'm no where good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 7 when my friends had to leave and I had a date with Liang and Jason(my cousins) and we had dinner at Pepper Lunch. Soon after, they said they had planned for a movie and was going to watch 17 Again! I was like no, I'm not going to watch 17 Again AGAIN! hahaha, but he already had planned it and his friends had already agreed to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I kinda got a little annoyed and paranoid as I didnt want to go back yet, but all that emotions and all was just self caused. It was really stupid of me. I guess its just my old self, which I think I gotta change. Need to do some reflecting. Really need to change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-8226313157538243908?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/8226313157538243908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=8226313157538243908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8226313157538243908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8226313157538243908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/04/glorious-weekend.html' title='Glorious Weekend'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-3262159150670128961</id><published>2009-04-12T02:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:27:58.249+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Y-O-U</title><content type='html'>We can choose to be anywhere in the world but we chose to be where we are at the moment. I've been feeling that by making the right choices of where to be would really make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like on Good Friday, I can be anywhere but I chose to attend the special Good Friday Service at Hillsong Church. And man I can tell you, that if you feel that you made the right decision that it can affect the "stuff" which includes feelings and spirit and emotions, these "stuff" will have this certain awesome flow in your day that puts a smile in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm making a great choice of being here with You for Easter. What about all of you?? Have you decided yet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: no matter what, I'm happy so should you be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-3262159150670128961?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/3262159150670128961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=3262159150670128961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3262159150670128961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3262159150670128961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/04/y-o-u.html' title='Y-O-U'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-5147526718349016598</id><published>2009-04-08T17:04:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:31:06.453+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Updates</title><content type='html'>Midterms just started. Pretty much only one day left(tomorrow). But that has been the reason why I havent been so up to date lately as I've been busy mugging on books which I thought I did not do as good as the rest of the class. They are serious book freaks and when I compare myself to them, I feel like this lazy bumb who does nothing but have fun most of the time. I seriously dont know what are they reading that it takes like very hour of the day. So pretty much today we had a taste of the first exam, the midterms. And day one was cleared rather ok, didnt find the papers too hard. But I think tomorrow might be a challege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know eventhough the exams were just around the corner, I still manage to go to the HIllsong Album Recording the weekend before. And I can say that it was a day that would go down in history! Those music, the intensity of worship from the people were just overwhelming. I know saying cant make you believe it, but photos might make it seem more understandable, although you wouldnt be able to feel that moment of uplift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxNqxyNVaI/AAAAAAAAArE/UY1yilAwqRU/s1600-h/DSC05994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxNqxyNVaI/AAAAAAAAArE/UY1yilAwqRU/s400/DSC05994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322214256958854562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxOHa2fFVI/AAAAAAAAArM/w-1TNFXiZqw/s1600-h/DSC06018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxOHa2fFVI/AAAAAAAAArM/w-1TNFXiZqw/s400/DSC06018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322214749018985810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxPdb70aEI/AAAAAAAAArk/m5nKPAL-KP4/s1600-h/DSC06022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxPdb70aEI/AAAAAAAAArk/m5nKPAL-KP4/s400/DSC06022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322216226778540098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxOskjPwxI/AAAAAAAAArU/MawnFcpTYk4/s1600-h/DSC06020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxOskjPwxI/AAAAAAAAArU/MawnFcpTYk4/s400/DSC06020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322215387277804306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxPIp6A_gI/AAAAAAAAArc/jJ9TyG264rY/s1600-h/DSC06037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxPIp6A_gI/AAAAAAAAArc/jJ9TyG264rY/s400/DSC06037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322215869751819778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxQimgxONI/AAAAAAAAArs/3wnvibLzkFQ/s1600-h/DSC06042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxQimgxONI/AAAAAAAAArs/3wnvibLzkFQ/s400/DSC06042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322217415028848850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxQwar8ogI/AAAAAAAAAr0/EB7yMnZ0GQE/s1600-h/DSC06045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxQwar8ogI/AAAAAAAAAr0/EB7yMnZ0GQE/s400/DSC06045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322217652372677122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I was able to attend the wedding of the year... Of Mr and Mrs Harber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of the photos from my phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxRb6B6NHI/AAAAAAAAAr8/WOZOj3GehlI/s1600-h/DSC05955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxRb6B6NHI/AAAAAAAAAr8/WOZOj3GehlI/s400/DSC05955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322218399520666738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxSgBUrdeI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Jm6v93-ya7A/s1600-h/DSC05977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxSgBUrdeI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Jm6v93-ya7A/s400/DSC05977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322219569709544930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more please visit facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: wish me luck for tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-5147526718349016598?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/5147526718349016598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=5147526718349016598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5147526718349016598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5147526718349016598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/04/current-updates.html' title='Current Updates'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SdxNqxyNVaI/AAAAAAAAArE/UY1yilAwqRU/s72-c/DSC05994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-180290735399429624</id><published>2009-04-04T21:57:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:23:07.494+11:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FAMILY!</title><content type='html'>Pretty much we only learn when we fall. That's kinda the way the world revolves. How many times have we said that we would learn to appreciate things before they are gone - countless. But how many times have this piece of lesson been executed - nil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came and they left when the sun rose on Monday morning. My family had a long 2 weeks in Sydney. And When I think of it, how much I've missed them. But yet I regret not spending more time with them. I could have been with them but I chose to do some other things. I chose to go for a party than dinner with them, I chose to go for a volunteer job at Colour than go shopping with them. I chose to go to the HIllsong Album Recording and not visit them Blue Mountains with them and missing the chance to say good bye in a more "emotional" way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this short two weeks, I could have done so much, but I didnt make the most out of it. Sending a false impression to my mum that I wasnt keen of their visit. And for that, I feel like I've wasted their time and money. Dashed to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like telling mum how much i love her during Tracy's "Father Daughter Dance", but yet my mouth did not utter a sound. I even watched as Shannon slowly grow up and turning into a woman that she should be. Proud of her. And When I look at her, how much I miss Siobhan who couldnt make it to the wedding. As for dad, he turned into an inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag are what they do, but hey, they are my parents. And some day when I am one too, I will understand the true reason and meaning in their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is always there, when you're up and down. I'm in a state of mind that I cant trust anyone, as you might not know what is in people's mind and soul and heart. I know I can trust my family when I cant even trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has entered a changing phase where I think I gotta grow up and be mature in almost every aspect as I've been so well wrapped under my parent's safety blanket. I need to learn how to live life on my own and make the right decisions. I need to brush up on my character as well as open my mind to receive things that benefit this growth! Having mum and dad around not only made life easy, but it showed me how much i really need mum and dad. When I'm messy, mum is there to clean my mess and when I'm not able to talk myself through, dad is there to talk me out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there is no doubt mum and dad will always remain where they are in my heart, but the little boy in their eyes and in their heart is slowly expending, slipping away unintentionally. Day by day, as I pack my stuff for school or uni, a day lost again for mum and dad to cuddle me as I walk out into the society and into my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my speech on dad's 50th birthday party :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A century not too old.&lt;br /&gt;But Only half to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slip off hands the time with me &lt;br /&gt;as a day I pack for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracious heavens perched thou on humble lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay father, 50 years from the day marked with sticks of four(11/11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only love's light wings.&lt;br /&gt;O'father, you perched beyond walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nothing can hold love's daring attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion blessed upon thy companion &lt;br /&gt;and may it be God sent task for a troubled son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thy love trespassed limits of my stony heart.&lt;br /&gt;Melted is yonder of cold hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sprung the birth if what is I to be.&lt;br /&gt;Thou be judgement for how I've walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In thy hour,&lt;br /&gt;thy Joiyuex anniversere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champagnes pop like sirens singing to charm men of sea.&lt;br /&gt;Like chime of church bell rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dine and wine as heaven's creatures grant you prosperity,&lt;br /&gt;longevity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY OLD MAN! MY FATHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: F.A.M.I.L.Y = FATHER AND MOTHER, I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-180290735399429624?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/180290735399429624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=180290735399429624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/180290735399429624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/180290735399429624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-family.html' title='MY FAMILY!'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-1116352593645614014</id><published>2009-03-20T20:40:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:06:07.627+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Family in Town</title><content type='html'>I assume most of the people around me or know me well, would have got the memo that my parents and younger sister are in town. Yes, town as in Sydney! They will be here for two weeks, I'm one of the main reasons they are here but they are also here to attend my cousin's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they arrived on Monday, visited them(they are not staying at were I am staying at the moment, but I think will be here next week). Anyway, The first reaction most of them gave me was that my skin got darker and my eyes got smaller. Seriously, eyes got smaller. Maybe because I've been gaining some weight that my cheeks start to puff up, making my eyes smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we had a dinner with my uncle and aunt, with my cousins and their cousins. Apparently, the world is just too small, my cousin's cousin(my uncle's nephew) and his wife and I take the same bus to the city every weekday. I know, what a small world. When I saw them, I was like, what the heck, this world is too small. And since then we do talk on the bus occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Tuesday, went to Fitness First, got really eager to sign up for a gym, and wah-lah, I'm now a member of Fitness First and have been doing some training already. Trying to bulk up a little, increase muscle mass, get toned, and lose weight, maintain healthy and so on.... And so far, the gym training has been awesome. I even have personal training hours with my personal trainer, Rafael. I hope to get in shape(not round) and maintain that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Thursday after gym session, I met up with my parents in the city as it was late night shopping as well. But we didnt really shop much as most of it was done before I met them up. And sadly, even though I have my mum - my credit card - here, I didnt buy anything. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt, grandma, sister, dad, and cousin ' Jess were there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did have a really awesome dinner at Hurricane - one of the best Ribs you'll ever eat - Its a really famous restaurant for its Pork Ribs and to show you how famous it is, we had to wait about an hour to get a 7 seater(split into two tables due to the long wait). Even at the menu, it did state that a long queue is always expected. We went to the one in Darling Harbour and not the one in Bondi. And my my my, it was one heck of an awesome dinner in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/ScNpENmWYWI/AAAAAAAAAqk/TSJr2-p7nq0/s1600-h/DSC05929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/ScNpENmWYWI/AAAAAAAAAqk/TSJr2-p7nq0/s400/DSC05929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315207506318221666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt had time to take a picture of the full ribs as people were just diving in for them... Just so yummy (oh, we even had lamb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/ScNpXgeJAwI/AAAAAAAAAqs/m5jX5V3R3Co/s1600-h/DSC05931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/ScNpXgeJAwI/AAAAAAAAAqs/m5jX5V3R3Co/s400/DSC05931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315207837801579266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind those bibs, well, it has lotsa sauce, I guess they give bibs just incase people stain their clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/ScNp1QvWZOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/mY8bknbzC7Y/s1600-h/DSC05935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/ScNp1QvWZOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/mY8bknbzC7Y/s400/DSC05935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315208348974867682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it is a waste to blacken the scenery with a flash... (the background is some of the buildings of Sydney from Darling Harbour at night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/ScNqFoXocwI/AAAAAAAAAq8/sf36DhpMwnM/s1600-h/DSC05933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/ScNqFoXocwI/AAAAAAAAAq8/sf36DhpMwnM/s400/DSC05933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315208630195745538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "kids" table.. And we had more food there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the dinner, we head separate ways. Up north and down south.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-1116352593645614014?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/1116352593645614014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=1116352593645614014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/1116352593645614014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/1116352593645614014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-in-town.html' title='Family in Town'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/ScNpENmWYWI/AAAAAAAAAqk/TSJr2-p7nq0/s72-c/DSC05929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-932403982591489122</id><published>2009-03-15T16:31:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:39:03.413+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Hits 21</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was all about parties... First was Wendy's Charity High Tea aimed to collect donations through a ALL-GIRLS high tea to build a home for a programme for children in Africa. A noble cost that is. Followed by that was Sarah M's 21(happy birthday Sarah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At both events, I kinda helped out with the setting up, Pro-Bono style!!! Yes, you heard me, PRO-BONO! hahaha, what can I say.. I'm a good cousin and a lovely friend... wakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the high tea, the girls(wendy and her connect group girls) got together with nice cupcakes and sandwich and heaps of other nice things that you are suppose to find at a High Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I could stay long, had to go because it was only for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picked up by Sam and we went to Sarah's party vanue to help out with the set up. Woo, there were heaps of stuff to be fun up. The details, were just so nice, the glitter on the table were of hearts, diamonds, clubs, spades... and money symbols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sbzw55PijpI/AAAAAAAAAps/QjfiJazRTko/s1600-h/IMG_9328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sbzw55PijpI/AAAAAAAAAps/QjfiJazRTko/s400/IMG_9328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313386537799552658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did do my part helping out, making Sarah's 21 one to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the event, there were speech, there were dance, there were food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sbz0cp5rk3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/22svO1BBAO4/s1600-h/IMG_9482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sbz0cp5rk3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/22svO1BBAO4/s400/IMG_9482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313390433511641970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was working as a shutter-bug.. Snap Snap Snap moments in the event. Kinda ran out of memory half way through the evening and had to rely on Wesley with his new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sbzzv7olwNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/46_eOtoMfqg/s1600-h/IMG_9428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sbzzv7olwNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/46_eOtoMfqg/s400/IMG_9428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313389665177682130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sbz2NLFAjpI/AAAAAAAAAqc/h3rPglQlGAE/s1600-h/IMG_9429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sbz2NLFAjpI/AAAAAAAAAqc/h3rPglQlGAE/s400/IMG_9429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313392366562872978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After speeches and songs by Sarah's friends, we had Sam and Owen hosting. Which I reckon they could have done a better job with a more polished act if they were a little more experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbzzNTl2M0I/AAAAAAAAAp8/eAsv9DRUeb8/s1600-h/IMG_9357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbzzNTl2M0I/AAAAAAAAAp8/eAsv9DRUeb8/s400/IMG_9357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313389070313206594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By, no doubt, the music played by DJ DNA(Adam) was just great, with Josh singing and add lip to the songs. The mood of the party was to the roof when people got to the dance floor dancing. And to my surprise, even Collette's mum was down on the dance floor dancing like the youngesters. And they were not normal ballroom music. They were House, RnB music.. suited for a dance club. And boy, that lady had some moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbzyM6rDdNI/AAAAAAAAAp0/R-s96KPAdSo/s1600-h/IMG_9345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbzyM6rDdNI/AAAAAAAAAp0/R-s96KPAdSo/s400/IMG_9345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313387964112532690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHEERS TO YOU SARAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sbz1RvevZ1I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ERsGFeTZR28/s1600-h/IMG_9467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sbz1RvevZ1I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ERsGFeTZR28/s400/IMG_9467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313391345542326098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more photos, go to my Facebook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-932403982591489122?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/932403982591489122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=932403982591489122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/932403982591489122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/932403982591489122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/03/sarah-hits-21.html' title='Sarah Hits 21'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sbzw55PijpI/AAAAAAAAAps/QjfiJazRTko/s72-c/IMG_9328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-5842037509085320939</id><published>2009-03-12T22:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:39:02.253+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Shark Fin Soup</title><content type='html'>Wanted to share this video with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Im7W1AnDmgA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Im7W1AnDmgA&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;br /&gt;whereas for the next video, it is just awesome... even if you don't understand chinese, you can just watch... Because you don't really need your ears, just your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ie7VDycYB9o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ie7VDycYB9o&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-5842037509085320939?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/5842037509085320939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=5842037509085320939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5842037509085320939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5842037509085320939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/03/shark-fin-soup.html' title='Shark Fin Soup'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-8975053871245715314</id><published>2009-03-12T21:45:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:50:51.269+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>Today proved to yet another wonderFULL surprise and that has kept my spirits high for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isnt much to say, but I might just end this with a short post. Today, at 1PM(Aussie time), 10AM (Malaysian time), Malaysian students who graduated high school, doing their SPM went crazy and nervous as today, the results of the government exam is OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yup, the good news sprung from this... And mine mine mine, I did expect something outta it, but i was doubting sometimes that what i expect might not happen. But it did. And that was just awesome! Right on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this good news came at the right time and will serve as a motivation that will push me further in my studies. I know I can do it. Because SPM wasnt my best, I took it easy, I didnt study as hard as I could. Bet if I put in more effort, things would be different. it would have been better. But I'm really happy for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BLESSED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-8975053871245715314?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/8975053871245715314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=8975053871245715314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8975053871245715314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8975053871245715314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/03/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-4794674910679919474</id><published>2009-03-08T00:36:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:38:20.195+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a video from "So You Think You Can Dance Australia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its Amy and Damien dancing to Duffy's Stepping Stone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its only in the top 16, but it is amazing... Love how Amy pulled it off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhNaf9yw28o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhNaf9yw28o&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-4794674910679919474?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/4794674910679919474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=4794674910679919474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/4794674910679919474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/4794674910679919474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-video-from-so-you-think-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-8164927128740719362</id><published>2009-03-07T15:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:25:38.406+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping up</title><content type='html'>I havent been posting much post lately as everything has slowly turned into a routine and there is nothing special about it. Eventhough it is already some form of a routine. I still really love it. I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up early and sleeping late has practically taken its toll on me. I'm sleepy but sleepless. The long period travelling to and fro from school has already sunk in. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I FINALLY CAN SLEEP PROPERLY IN THE BUS&lt;/span&gt;! yay for that *rolls eyes*. But ever so once in a while, sometimes when you fall asleep your body might sway, and I think only once I leaned over on the shoulder of some complete stranger which was another commuter! Hahaha. And sometimes there were close "encounters" and I just had to jerk myself back up in an awkward manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lectures and classes in Uni has certainly been picking up! Stuff get passed on faster. So the spoon-fed system back in Malaysia didnt actually help much in developing independent students. And time really passes by fast. It has been about 6 weeks since the course started and there might be another 6 weeks till the mid-semester exam! Horror. So if I wanna get good grades(&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I HAVE TO&lt;/span&gt;), I really have to step up to the occasion! Yes, I need to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, time for some reflecting! Not in the mirror, but the insides... And not the guts and all, but the inside self, if you can put it in that way. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STEPPING UP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for church and Hillsong, it has never been better. As most uni courses start their first week in uni, so has Hillsong on campus! It is a great time to welcome back all uni students and let them know that Hillsong is right on campus! woo, isnt that fun? Being able to hang out with a bunch of really cool people (seriously Christians just cant get any cooler than those of Hillsong)! I mean it, there is a great variety of people there(I just made it sound like we're a bunch of assorted chocolates).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Powerhouse has been overwhelming as every weeek I learn something extra, something new that would certainly benefit me! And not to mention the full on Sunday nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think I've changed &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that much&lt;/span&gt; over the pass few weeks, but a change for the better. Don't you reckon???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I miss my family and friends back home! Esp when I view photos or when the time where we usually be doing something comes... Awwwww, love you all heaps (that sounded gay, but I mean it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-8164927128740719362?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/8164927128740719362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=8164927128740719362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8164927128740719362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8164927128740719362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/03/stepping-up.html' title='Stepping up'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-234856299025532333</id><published>2009-03-02T22:27:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:28:18.357+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsong Live Worship Rec</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, I had a full on worshiping with one of the best Christian worship music by Hillsong! And it wasnt just like other nights where we would sing three awesome songs and sit down to listen to the sermons or to the preacher. Tonight was different as it was the Live Worship Recording night! It was part 1 of 3 parts of the recording of some of the best songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG6EIr164I/AAAAAAAAAoM/xU_klPTAI6U/s1600-h/DSC05835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG6EIr164I/AAAAAAAAAoM/xU_klPTAI6U/s400/DSC05835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310230015860140930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG6W3yrPII/AAAAAAAAAoU/F09An0DX7Jc/s1600-h/DSC05838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG6W3yrPII/AAAAAAAAAoU/F09An0DX7Jc/s400/DSC05838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310230337742912642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides having more cameras recording for the album's DVD and a bigger crowd showing their support by lifting their voice and sing till their mouth runs dry. There were lights that made the whole thing look so cool. Setting an atmosphere of a full on worship concert! Yeah man! The band came out and the crowd roared in the name of the mighty Lord, Jesus Christ! Before that, Brian Houston gave a speech, get the spirit stirring up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG6u4ME5NI/AAAAAAAAAoc/s0rDOl_wukc/s1600-h/DSC05843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG6u4ME5NI/AAAAAAAAAoc/s0rDOl_wukc/s400/DSC05843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310230750166312146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG7GUBNHHI/AAAAAAAAAok/WrjYVQD5flY/s1600-h/DSC05845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG7GUBNHHI/AAAAAAAAAok/WrjYVQD5flY/s400/DSC05845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310231152773897330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd were so energetic, getting in there and create an awesome atmosphere. And I didnt want to miss out on the fun as well. I was down in the mosh pit right in front of the stage, jumping, making waves, pushing each other around as the music picks up. There were many times, due to my small frame, I was kinda squished, but many people were so kind to me, as they knew I was small, they tried to move outta the way so they wouldnt be in my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG7ifcZHMI/AAAAAAAAAos/ulNU1xJ7Sa0/s1600-h/DSC05847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG7ifcZHMI/AAAAAAAAAos/ulNU1xJ7Sa0/s400/DSC05847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310231636877057218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG73XFcHAI/AAAAAAAAAo0/STNXLC6sSRk/s1600-h/DSC05848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG73XFcHAI/AAAAAAAAAo0/STNXLC6sSRk/s400/DSC05848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310231995410553858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG8eHURWlI/AAAAAAAAAo8/C6fBXIE_U1s/s1600-h/DSC05849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG8eHURWlI/AAAAAAAAAo8/C6fBXIE_U1s/s400/DSC05849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310232661192694354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG9IfGiXdI/AAAAAAAAApE/6SJREEsup48/s1600-h/DSC05851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG9IfGiXdI/AAAAAAAAApE/6SJREEsup48/s400/DSC05851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310233389132045778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the music became sentimental to stir the spirit in us, hands were lifted high. Hearts were open and surrendered. Walls and barriers such as the wall of Jericho was taken down. As the voices raise, as the song settles in everyone of us. We could feel the Holy Spirit making its way around us. Not across, but through, but working its way around us! His presence was felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG9XABpX1I/AAAAAAAAApM/skds5HbY9Xg/s1600-h/DSC05854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG9XABpX1I/AAAAAAAAApM/skds5HbY9Xg/s400/DSC05854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310233638488072018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG-X_T6HmI/AAAAAAAAApc/sxuxpWTOOSw/s1600-h/DSC05855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG-X_T6HmI/AAAAAAAAApc/sxuxpWTOOSw/s400/DSC05855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310234754987728482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the recording proceeded, different pastors came up to share a word of wisdom and when it came to confession and reconnection with God, many people had their hearts abandon, raised their hand to mark that they surrender themselves to the Lord as their saviour and want to have a relationship with him. Life were changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, the music quicken its pace and the crowd got back to its jumping feet as people shout the lyrics of the song out and again I was stuck in the swamp of people. The sea of people were just full on that night. And again, I got to mention that I feel so small here, I was being pushed yet again. And at the end I ended right in front of the stage, at the center front! How awesome is that. But as the crowd pushed, my whole body literally slam into the stage. Yup, the center of the stage, but people pulled me back up. But it wasnt long till I was slammed right back. But being able to stand in front of the stage is just awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG_axjqUMI/AAAAAAAAApk/trS1HwVWx30/s1600-h/DSC05856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG_axjqUMI/AAAAAAAAApk/trS1HwVWx30/s400/DSC05856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310235902346940610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the album to come out. And make sure you pay attention when you watch the DVD, you might see me being squashed! hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-234856299025532333?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/234856299025532333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=234856299025532333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/234856299025532333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/234856299025532333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/03/hillsong-live-worship-rec.html' title='Hillsong Live Worship Rec'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SbG6EIr164I/AAAAAAAAAoM/xU_klPTAI6U/s72-c/DSC05835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-3172672710658882755</id><published>2009-02-28T14:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:02:28.347+11:00</updated><title type='text'>O-Week</title><content type='html'>For the entire week, in between classes, I've been keeping myself busy helping out with O-Week at the HILLSONG on CAMPUS booth cum Red Frogs! And boy, what an experience it has been, meeting a bunch of new and cool people as well as serving the Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajBYTF09rI/AAAAAAAAAkM/467mYS5yMAw/s1600-h/DSC05808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajBYTF09rI/AAAAAAAAAkM/467mYS5yMAw/s400/DSC05808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307704784041866930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajBwDp_bCI/AAAAAAAAAkU/3YstvG1Pw54/s1600-h/DSC05811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajBwDp_bCI/AAAAAAAAAkU/3YstvG1Pw54/s400/DSC05811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307705192215440418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajCIO1e_MI/AAAAAAAAAkc/yBTZeYPv3XE/s1600-h/DSC05817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajCIO1e_MI/AAAAAAAAAkc/yBTZeYPv3XE/s400/DSC05817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307705607533296834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajCWomirfI/AAAAAAAAAkk/a2ifohNISlc/s1600-h/DSC05789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajCWomirfI/AAAAAAAAAkk/a2ifohNISlc/s400/DSC05789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307705854968114674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajDDNmtzQI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Bguk8Md6iCw/s1600-h/DSC05815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajDDNmtzQI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Bguk8Md6iCw/s400/DSC05815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307706620815199490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O-Week = Parties&lt;/span&gt;... and as for that I was welcomed and invited to heaps of parties, from the Bush Party, to the Vennie Formal Party to FOCUS welcome dinner party... Wooo, hence, for the entire week, I kinda live off free food as there were heaps of free lunches through out O-Week. Even free pancakes for breakfast. But lunch was also supplied by the Hillsong Booth as well.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working with a really great crew, going out there telling people what we do and have a great time, sharing good conversations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajDVt-VWMI/AAAAAAAAAk8/zHDmddEKstg/s1600-h/DSC05821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajDVt-VWMI/AAAAAAAAAk8/zHDmddEKstg/s400/DSC05821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307706938741840066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Yaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajDl_U14fI/AAAAAAAAAlE/T4pBV-FiUSA/s1600-h/DSC05822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajDl_U14fI/AAAAAAAAAlE/T4pBV-FiUSA/s400/DSC05822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307707218277556722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajERF6b4mI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kH5hYzaV1Wo/s1600-h/DSC05823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajERF6b4mI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kH5hYzaV1Wo/s400/DSC05823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307707958780224098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sonya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajEiP1rgdI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Zop_sj5PVoY/s1600-h/DSC05824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajEiP1rgdI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Zop_sj5PVoY/s400/DSC05824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307708253502407122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajE0kfv4BI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ojOMDUHVjuk/s1600-h/DSC05825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajE0kfv4BI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ojOMDUHVjuk/s400/DSC05825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307708568285208594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Makito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajFE7VMr3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/ijbJEFToeZ4/s1600-h/DSC05826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajFE7VMr3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/ijbJEFToeZ4/s400/DSC05826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307708849292881778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Shawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had the time to go to heaps of booths that were giving out freebies and some cool activities. There was the Circus booth. The name says it all. People on unicycles, slits, juggling, clowning... etc... it was there where I got my face painted (A leaping Red Frog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajCoLjC_VI/AAAAAAAAAks/HcbpLhSa9zM/s1600-h/DSC05801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajCoLjC_VI/AAAAAAAAAks/HcbpLhSa9zM/s400/DSC05801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307706156406472018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, there is the Chocoholics club where they had a stage with chocolate cakes, welcoming people to come up at eat them, which I thought was kinda awkward. And days later, you have the Food Chemistry Club which they were using some chemicals to make ice-cream, and the line was long, people queue-ing up for them, as they were FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word FREE really relates to Everyone esp students! Free Energy Drinks by Red Bull and V. Free Barbecue and hot dogs. Free Pens, Free Posters. Free Dance Lessons, Free Gym Passes, Free Discount Vouchers, Free Bags, Free Food(heaps of food, ice kacang, to icy polls, cakes, biscuits, candy.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN FREE LAPTOP... all you got to do is be the winner of this game... and not to mention, FREE CASH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With heaps of games and free stuff. O-Week really is a great way to start the school year like a parade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great fun being out there helping out and getting to know people....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-3172672710658882755?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/3172672710658882755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=3172672710658882755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3172672710658882755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3172672710658882755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-week.html' title='O-Week'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajBYTF09rI/AAAAAAAAAkM/467mYS5yMAw/s72-c/DSC05808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-5933899845094370844</id><published>2009-02-23T20:54:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:32:23.929+11:00</updated><title type='text'>22.02.09</title><content type='html'>It was Sunday just yesterday, and must say that it was yet again another excellent Sunday just that this time it had a little extra flavour in it... Although it is a little tiring, as usual, I really had a marvelous time. Here is why it made it so special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up early in the morning as usual to help out at Hillsong Kids, taking care of little kids, ages 4 to 5 at Little Arc while their parents have a great time in the morning service. But due to a programme later in the afternoon, I had to stay back and work on two shifts. But I have nothing to rant about. It always has been a awesome time taking care of the kids. They just give you energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the second shift ended, I met up with Sam Loxley Thwaites... hahaha, I know his name is kinda funny... Loxley... Anyway, I was heading with him to his Macquarie BBQ party... I know, I know... I'm not a Macquire student, but staying in West Pennant Hills has made me befriend much Macq students. And since it was at Sam's place, I was invited, at the same time help out at this Hillsong - Macq mixer party....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived back at his place a little early and help set up the place. And as people slowly arrived, everyone brought something that eventually filled up the table with heaps of food. Now that is what I call team work.. Hahaha.. Fruits, junk food, meat for bbq, salads, pastas, drinks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met heaps of new people there... I reckon there were more people from Hillsong College than from Macq... :D  As most of the are RED FROGS(I'm also now a red frog at UNSW).. and since O-week starts today(23.2.09), the red frogs were gearing up for O-week in Macq U(for hills campus), whereas the city hills were doing UNSW, Syd U, UTS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajFoKQOG-I/AAAAAAAAAls/7ca1HRALDOU/s1600-h/DSC05769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajFoKQOG-I/AAAAAAAAAls/7ca1HRALDOU/s400/DSC05769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307709454593956834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajW5AlrucI/AAAAAAAAAl8/m2omQVx4dHQ/s1600-h/DSC05770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajW5AlrucI/AAAAAAAAAl8/m2omQVx4dHQ/s400/DSC05770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307728435755071938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that party cum meeting and briefing, I had my stuff and with some of the people at the party, it is back to Hillsong Church. Yeaaaahhhh Bayyy-Behhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight isnt like every other night, tonight was one of the nights where it has changed my life. Because tonight it is the time to start life afresh, a golden opportunity to not mess up! Tonight, we worship the Lord louder than ever. Tonight heavy party in rejoice. For tonigh, I made a decision. A decision that will change my life and start to change the life of others as well. For tonight, I decided to get BAPTISED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think, after all my pass wrongs and mistake, and given this opportunity to start afresh at somewhere new, there is no better time to "wash yourself clean" and turn over a new leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sajboup7cmI/AAAAAAAAAmM/aMNPcc2MdTA/s1600-h/IMG_9173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sajboup7cmI/AAAAAAAAAmM/aMNPcc2MdTA/s400/IMG_9173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307733653621273186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajcJ9F6XeI/AAAAAAAAAmU/hZdOnAW8kM8/s1600-h/IMG_9174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajcqoTiRjI/AAAAAAAAAmc/61TpUdbOcm4/s400/IMG_9197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307734785788102194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajdNR6iAZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Ol6dizka3L8/s1600-h/IMG_9199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajdNR6iAZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Ol6dizka3L8/s400/IMG_9199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307735381073068434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajevSEjA7I/AAAAAAAAAms/8wO-4cKA-NM/s1600-h/IMG_9200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajevSEjA7I/AAAAAAAAAms/8wO-4cKA-NM/s400/IMG_9200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307737064742257586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajfmW-Ks1I/AAAAAAAAAm0/K2i8A6mJlSM/s1600-h/IMG_9201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajfmW-Ks1I/AAAAAAAAAm0/K2i8A6mJlSM/s400/IMG_9201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307738010950480722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajgRcBNjAI/AAAAAAAAAm8/F9_sNZgNe8M/s1600-h/IMG_9202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajgRcBNjAI/AAAAAAAAAm8/F9_sNZgNe8M/s400/IMG_9202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307738751039802370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sajg2SyHJ5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/o8qAaK6GTus/s1600-h/IMG_9206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sajg2SyHJ5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/o8qAaK6GTus/s400/IMG_9206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307739384215709586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sajh0TDaqiI/AAAAAAAAAnM/jH9K7rO5bgg/s1600-h/IMG_9209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sajh0TDaqiI/AAAAAAAAAnM/jH9K7rO5bgg/s400/IMG_9209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307740449440180770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajiDxoCXkI/AAAAAAAAAnU/n-NcHTgv-To/s1600-h/22022009172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajiDxoCXkI/AAAAAAAAAnU/n-NcHTgv-To/s400/22022009172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307740715344879170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after Baptism, with friends and family, we dine at Pancakes on the Rocks which is said to serve the best Pancakes ever... or in Sydney at least... hahahaha... here are some of the people there, or all of the people there not in particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian(who also got baptised, congrats), Owen, Wendy, Jess, Andrea, Kelly, Sebastian, Christine, Bronwynn, James, Jason, Jeremy, Jamie, Adrianna, and of course ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a party with church friends and family... At least everyone got together and got to know each other and had a swell time... So did I. And it was a party to celebrate that someone is making the best and right decision in their lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajjiPtCdwI/AAAAAAAAAnc/828-vqVlS04/s1600-h/IMG_9211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajjiPtCdwI/AAAAAAAAAnc/828-vqVlS04/s400/IMG_9211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307742338326624002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sajk6flhKPI/AAAAAAAAAnk/CUSH-5cBBnw/s1600-h/IMG_9212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sajk6flhKPI/AAAAAAAAAnk/CUSH-5cBBnw/s400/IMG_9212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307743854418536690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sajl5un1XUI/AAAAAAAAAns/yZh4WZp0Dcs/s1600-h/IMG_9220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/Sajl5un1XUI/AAAAAAAAAns/yZh4WZp0Dcs/s400/IMG_9220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307744940786539842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajoH4ek2aI/AAAAAAAAAn0/9h4yOLTEs4k/s1600-h/IMG_9232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajoH4ek2aI/AAAAAAAAAn0/9h4yOLTEs4k/s400/IMG_9232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307747382973487522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When I sleep, I am dead; but when I wake up, I am reborn-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-5933899845094370844?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/5933899845094370844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=5933899845094370844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5933899845094370844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5933899845094370844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/02/220209.html' title='22.02.09'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SajFoKQOG-I/AAAAAAAAAls/7ca1HRALDOU/s72-c/DSC05769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-7851824321725474603</id><published>2009-02-20T18:33:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:12:15.925+11:00</updated><title type='text'>First Stumble</title><content type='html'>It happen on Tuesday evening, but I only found out at Wednesday morning, but thought I might have misplaced it, but on Thursday I finally concluded that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I HAVE LOST MY WALLET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I was on the bus back home, and when I arrive home I emptied my pockets as usual but did not notice that my wallet was missing as I was busy helping out with the cooking. On Wednesday morning, when I was getting ready for school, I couldnt find my wallet anywhere, as the tickets are in there. I searched high and low for it, in vain, it was no where to be found! Had to grab some cash and leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realised that I cant buy concession tickets as I dont have my concession card, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT IS IN MY WALLET!&lt;/span&gt; That means, no student fare, but full price. Double the price! HORROR! I know, public transport here is a total rip off! And when I got to the bus, I could sit the usual bus that I normally do as it is pre-pay only and my pre-pay bus card is also &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IN MY WALLET!&lt;/span&gt; how troublesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after having my weekly bus tickets disappear to Timbuktu, I ended up having to fish out even more cash for transport. What a waste. I know, I'm mad at myself as well, because I'm living in a tight budget that somehow I only have enough to eat! And now, gotta spend on a new wallet, I think I need a job, and work every Saturdays. What do you reckon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after countless efforts like creating a havoc in the house searching for it, contacting the lost and found with the company, leaving details at the police station, and searching the same bus. I finally came to conclusion that it was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its so hard to cheer up if your wallet has sentimental value or high value in this case... As I have only been using it for 3 months plus, after my mum gave it to me as a birthday present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZ5gm21-hSI/AAAAAAAAAjI/VBpF7vYFcuw/s1600-h/DSC05491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZ5gm21-hSI/AAAAAAAAAjI/VBpF7vYFcuw/s400/DSC05491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304783631762228514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE MY WALLET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday I might get you back, or maybe I might feel sorry that you're having a new stinky owner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to something else.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself to be lucky than most of the students in school as most of the people there dont have much opportunities to interact with Australians as most of the students there are from Asia. But as for me, I have cousins here and relatives living in Sydney which have prompted me to miggle around. And because I got to Hillsong church, I've been able to meet people from different countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this one guy, how I met him was just special. If you want, read the other post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIKTOR WIZKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been a great pal for the pass week. Although I've only known him, but I know that he has a really good heart. And person I truly respect. Although only 20, he have travelling and working over here in Australia for the pass 3 months. And I find him really responsible, matured and good in heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when you meet foreigners here, most of them would want new friends and I prompts you to make friends for life. And I'm glad that I was able to find it in this German lad. We shared laughs and joke, common interest! Even Wendy and Jessica(my cousins) find him a really great guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he's on his way back to Germany, I wanna wish him all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday night, we had a dinner ( me, Vik and Chris) as it was he last night here in Sydney, marking the end of a great Australian Adventure and a beginning of a wonderful friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Viktor. Gonna miss you heaps man! Maybe someday when I tour Germany, I'll surely drop by to meet you up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZ5jQsu1PUI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Q518dsWTyyQ/s1600-h/DSC05749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZ5jQsu1PUI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Q518dsWTyyQ/s400/DSC05749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304786549625666882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZ5jmPeAlZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/w5pPu7grNG0/s1600-h/DSC05753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZ5jmPeAlZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/w5pPu7grNG0/s400/DSC05753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304786919727601042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZ5kMEKJUtI/AAAAAAAAAjg/k_OqUgsd6HI/s1600-h/DSC05754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZ5kMEKJUtI/AAAAAAAAAjg/k_OqUgsd6HI/s400/DSC05754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304787569526526674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZ5kZ7MO3jI/AAAAAAAAAjo/NwKNIftMctE/s1600-h/DSC05759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZ5kZ7MO3jI/AAAAAAAAAjo/NwKNIftMctE/s400/DSC05759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304787807637528114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZ5k4iLQJGI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8BUr2Pou7dc/s1600-h/DSC05764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZ5k4iLQJGI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8BUr2Pou7dc/s400/DSC05764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304788333498475618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, no matter where you're from. What nation you represent, we all come together as one in friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guten Tag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-7851824321725474603?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/7851824321725474603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=7851824321725474603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/7851824321725474603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/7851824321725474603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-stumble.html' title='First Stumble'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZ5gm21-hSI/AAAAAAAAAjI/VBpF7vYFcuw/s72-c/DSC05491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-1007438528837883927</id><published>2009-02-17T22:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:45:18.070+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Month</title><content type='html'>It has been exactly a month since I've been away from home and out in a foreign country. And to be honest, I do miss home at times but I dont think its right to let it take over all your emotions and ruin your day. Prior to that, I've manage to have a great time and start living life the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a short recap of some of the things in my life now. Besides having school on the weekdays, I have Hillsong Power House on Wednesday nights and connect group meeting on Monday nights. At times I have a nice dinner party with friends. Whereas on Saturday, I'll be enjoying my day with the cousins and going to Hillsong on Sunday as well as helping out with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a remarkable beginning in life and without a doubt, I'm slowly learning to learn heaps of stuff that will make a big impact in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for now peps... Miss all of you back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Seumas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-1007438528837883927?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/1007438528837883927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=1007438528837883927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/1007438528837883927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/1007438528837883927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-month.html' title='The First Month'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-8029598349514351585</id><published>2009-02-16T00:06:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:07:58.699+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day 09</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, just got myself a new lappy... weee, and a good bargain it was! I guess when you commit yourself to the Lord, everything really falls into place nicely. And recently I've got so lucky, very lucky in fact. Things have been flowing really well, I guess that is because I now have a different prospective in life, looking from a different angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the previous post, I did say that I'm happily single, but I didnt mention that I would be a loner staying at home. Hahaha, I'm no couch potato! I like getting out of the warm seat. So instead, I went to a cupid dinner party, minus the cupid arrows as most of the pople there already knew each other. It was organised by my "sister" in Christ, Mindi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought of gathering all of us at a Korean BBQ somewhere in Eastwood and somehow not all the people there was single, there was one couple - Pam and Craig! Anyhow, we did cook our delicious raw meat and consume them like wraps, using cabbage! My my my, it sure is nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes were passed down the table and people talking. Met a bunch of new people! And to my surprise, this world is so small. I saw David Williams there, one of the guys I met back in church. I mean although the church is massive, I didnt think that he would be at the dinner party I was at and neither did he expect me! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZghpEGlpRI/AAAAAAAAAjA/WAumKMHMJXM/s1600-h/DSC05666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZghpEGlpRI/AAAAAAAAAjA/WAumKMHMJXM/s400/DSC05666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303025550588486930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZgVMEuRApI/AAAAAAAAAhw/BvXnkao2MwQ/s1600-h/DSC05669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZgVMEuRApI/AAAAAAAAAhw/BvXnkao2MwQ/s400/DSC05669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303011858399167122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZgVZOKklOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fhcNAXW1cPE/s1600-h/DSC05672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZgVZOKklOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fhcNAXW1cPE/s400/DSC05672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303012084272108770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZgViRd2WSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/a6Innq_6C_8/s1600-h/DSC05676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZgViRd2WSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/a6Innq_6C_8/s400/DSC05676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303012239777093922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happily single... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I was at church as usual, but the only thing that was different was that I brought someone new, in fact two of them! Viktor Wizke from Germany and Chris from China! I didnt expect them to get into the whole Holy drive, but I'm glad they had fun at the 6pm service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when you least notice, you are actually doing some evangelism. How I met Viktor was just part of Gods plan! It was some time Monday evening. I was at the city waiting for my bus back home! Then Viktor walked up to the bus stop and asked someone how does he get to West Pennant Hills. And it turned out to be on the same bus that I'm waiting for. Since the person could only provide limited resource, but I knew I could show him where to get on and off, some how I was prompted to go up and tell him that I'll help him, and that is what I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up and say, "Hey, I'm going the same way too, the bus we're waiting for is the same, you can follow me. We'll wait for about 20 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started talking, seems like that Viktor has been in Sydney and the entire East and South Coast of Australia. From Queensland to Victoria to South Australia. He has been travelling and working around Australia right after high school and he will be back in Germany the coming Friday. Kinda sad though, as I just met him, really awesome person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it is first time to take a bus from the city to West Pennant Hills. And I thought why would a tourist wanna go way up there. And I got the answer, he is doing what he calls "woofing" (thats what it sounds like) but I reckon its "roofing". Anyway, "woofing" is like you work for accommodation. There are some people who post their places for people to lodge, but not with money, instead they do odd jobs like painting the house(thats what Viktor did). He will be staying in WPH for a week(last night is today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked heaps of stuff, from language to our home country to Australia and the weather... well yo get the idea. Anyway, while talking suddenly I said, "You'll be here on Sunday right?? If you have no plans, you must come to Hillsong! Its like this massive church with great music which is not to be missed! And its really well known as well, I mean across the globe! You have to go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started telling him about the church... and today when I said I will pick him up along with Wendy and Jess, He said he wanted to bring his house mate... And it was Chris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more than happy to introduce them to my friends.... And I'm glad they had a great time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there were some awkward moments, like during confession time where people who wanted to reconnect or connect or submit themselves to the Lord, they would walk to the front of the stage. And that was what they did although they didnt know what was happening. It was mostly because of Sam, he asked Chris if he wanted to go down, and Chris assume that it was to go down and jump to the music. So they went down, Sam, Chris, Viktor and me.... Hahaha... But when we explained what was happening, they were like, nope... we're not ready... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad I found a friend in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am glad everyone thought they were a bunch of great and friendly and fun people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS! (all of them... all my friends, no matter where they are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZgaV2ot-hI/AAAAAAAAAig/3uis1RwGmEw/s1600-h/DSC05688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZgaV2ot-hI/AAAAAAAAAig/3uis1RwGmEw/s400/DSC05688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303017523974634002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZgawAxugeI/AAAAAAAAAiw/RefTHwpWyuc/s1600-h/DSC05691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZgawAxugeI/AAAAAAAAAiw/RefTHwpWyuc/s400/DSC05691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303017973373370850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZga6wsjkXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/U2FZaPTmSkY/s1600-h/DSC05693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZga6wsjkXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/U2FZaPTmSkY/s400/DSC05693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303018158035276146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-8029598349514351585?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/8029598349514351585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=8029598349514351585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8029598349514351585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8029598349514351585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-09.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day 09'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZghpEGlpRI/AAAAAAAAAjA/WAumKMHMJXM/s72-c/DSC05666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-7283228510109543068</id><published>2009-02-13T21:28:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:15:39.086+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Single</title><content type='html'>Even before the sun rise, even before the mist of the wee hours start to become droplets on the petals of flowers in the front yard, I get out of bed, feeling a little tired as the energy of the day hasnt quite yet kicked it. But as I pull up the blinds, it marks the beginning of the daily routine. Catch the bus to the city, change bus to Uni and attend classes. After that, catch the bus from Uni to city and then another bus back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the light of the day retreats in yonder mountains, I slowly wash up and pull down the blinds. Off the light and thats it for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already use to the lifestyle that I have, as a student, a full time student with a responsibility. But at times, you just wonder that it might be a little dull and that there should be more colour in life, for example a companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not only the weekend which I and nearly everyone enjoys, but that is not the only thing that is installed on this fine Saturday. It is Valentine's Day as well. It is where guys and girls show their appreciation to their partners, no matter if you're young or old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do believe that this day shouldnt be done only one day a year, but appreciation should be shown in every day life. Eventhough my relationship status is single this year. But deep down inside, I know that I'm happily "engaged" to my companion(S) that has brought priceless joy to me. Without a doubt, that I cherish their companionship more than of a old lover that once loved and soon died out. Way beyond that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii211/djanesky/Holding-Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 308px;" src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii211/djanesky/Holding-Hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, my friends - they are my love, my true love. Yes, indeed I'm not embarrass to talk about them and claim them as who I really have feelings for. As rogue(red) is the colour that set the hearts on blaze this Valentine. Please my family and friends, accept these red roses as a token of my gratitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/image/s_redroses2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 750px;" src="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/image/s_redroses2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-7283228510109543068?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/7283228510109543068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=7283228510109543068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/7283228510109543068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/7283228510109543068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/02/happily-single.html' title='Happily Single'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-2667550131702156313</id><published>2009-02-12T15:58:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:50:58.626+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Enemy Lines</title><content type='html'>Here I blog from &lt;strong&gt;BEHIND ENEMY LINES&lt;/strong&gt;. It is a war out there! Get your weapons out(pencils, paper, calculator and most of all YOUR BRAIN POWER... etc), because in this buildings it is a battle with the enemy or say your fellow classmates to out smart each other when talking and when doing work... hahaha, Neh, just joking. But indeed we are here to learn as one, to help each other, but in the end we are each others rivals... not that I see it in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the recent weeks, or say in a mere two weeks, our class "grew" literally - from a class with only 10 to a class of 14! We now have Cecilia, Nancy, David and another Mohammad(Mo) in addition to the whole motly crew. One heck of a bunch of diverse culture we have in that small classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVqgdiBhwI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/pprsuFc8ZWA/s1600-h/DSC05615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVqgdiBhwI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/pprsuFc8ZWA/s400/DSC05615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302261242214319874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVqy10rkiI/AAAAAAAAAgY/JgmwkutzA9Q/s1600-h/DSC05637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVqy10rkiI/AAAAAAAAAgY/JgmwkutzA9Q/s400/DSC05637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302261557972668962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVrMdltvrI/AAAAAAAAAgg/cuS04LFLC4w/s1600-h/DSC05640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVrMdltvrI/AAAAAAAAAgg/cuS04LFLC4w/s400/DSC05640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302261998144044722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVre-BCiMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/g0MG9FpU99g/s1600-h/DSC05644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVre-BCiMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/g0MG9FpU99g/s400/DSC05644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302262316086233282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVrxSZMqTI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-j2XXG6ZyQA/s1600-h/DSC05650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVrxSZMqTI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-j2XXG6ZyQA/s400/DSC05650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302262630793914674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVsHmtG6OI/AAAAAAAAAg4/_2ALTMnIabw/s1600-h/DSC05649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVsHmtG6OI/AAAAAAAAAg4/_2ALTMnIabw/s400/DSC05649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302263014203255010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVsemSvnmI/AAAAAAAAAhA/lgYwzkJNHfs/s1600-h/DSC05651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVsemSvnmI/AAAAAAAAAhA/lgYwzkJNHfs/s400/DSC05651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302263409229667938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do we gain knowledge from the classroom, being here, expose to all these diverse culture, it has prompted me to learn more about it. What better way then through the equisitive mind. Endless questions is what makes us able to learn as we seek the answers. No doubt, it has broaden my mind into aspects I've never thought I might have entered. But it is a gain and has no harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, as the time passes by, I think that people get to know each other better, as we might have different views which might result in conflict, but I guess these issues should be left aside and not to be touched again. After all, we are all we have in the classroom that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, I've been gaining a lot in these few weeks attending Hillsong, it has made me see things in a different way. Understand matters in a more in depth way that I think should be share with anyone and everyone. The heart is filled with knowledge that will only be useful when put into action. With that piece of knowledge at heart, it is no doubt that I wanna share it in order to help people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Power House and Connect group comes into context, I must say I've made friends that I look forward to meeting every weekend, like my connect leader Sam Thwaites! And not to mention, I love to be there, because I know it makes me feel great and I gain heaps of stuff from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg!&lt;br /&gt;Time to go, the enemy is coming close! Classes start in about 40 minutes... Time to get loaded up with food! And its WAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Seumas, over and out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-2667550131702156313?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/2667550131702156313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=2667550131702156313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2667550131702156313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2667550131702156313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/02/behind-enemy-lines.html' title='Behind Enemy Lines'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVqgdiBhwI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/pprsuFc8ZWA/s72-c/DSC05615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-8417211027607270090</id><published>2009-02-10T11:19:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:16:57.984+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot and Cold, Fire and Rain</title><content type='html'>For the pass few days the weather has been the ideal beaching weather, but just for 3 days or so. If you think its weird to have the temperature "plunge" from 44 degree Celcius on Sunday to 20 degree Celcius to 18 degree Celcius on Tuesday with whole day drizzles.... All I can say is "WELCOME TO SYDNEY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Sydney weather, the weather will rise till its off the peak and then I'll suddenly be cold the following day. So yea, time to wear those jackets... The temperature is fine but the rain just makes it freezing. Brrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another unrelated news, I bet most of you have read about the fire in victoria. It is in the rural areas, so people in Melbourne and Sydney are not affected by it. But it really is a tragedy! It is claimed that arsonists had set off the inferno and it is filed as mass murder! It is an outrage I cry! To see life's perished in blazes, homes lost! As we seat here complaining that the heat is burning, people there are being burnt literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Queen Elizabeth the second has showed her condolences by holding a royal statement! The people who started the flames are without a doubt the lowest creature on Earth! Heartless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire was travelling at 100KM/h. It covered 14Km in just 4 minutes, that with the wind, a large area of land is burnt, bringing ashes and debris everywhere. Claiming lives and houses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.gmodules.com/ig/ifr?url=http://mapvisage.appspot.com/fires/vicfiresgadget.xml&amp;amp;synd=open&amp;amp;w=550&amp;amp;h=400&amp;amp;title=Victoria+Fires+Map&amp;amp;border=%23ffffff%7C3px%2C1px+solid+%23999999&amp;amp;output=js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Australia is still aiding the flood up at Queensland which is the size of Southern Australia, this happens! Insurance and aids are going frantic! So I urge you pray for them all! Pray that everything will be alright! Pray that a miracle happen and silence give to those who became victims. Give them not only physical and financial support but mental support if possible as this is like trauma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we can pray is that the showers we have here in Sydney may travel and aid the fireman in controlling the fire. That is what we want, MIRACLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, a happy news, I've had my first connect group for church dinner! And I finally met some of my connect group brothers. They come from various countries, there is Alex and Adam from US, Sebastian from Columbia, Jamie, James, David, Sam, Brian from Australia and Seumas(me) from Malaysia! And it is expected to grow even more as this connect group is rather new. And to no surprise, I am again the youngest among all! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, they are a bunch of really cool friends and they indeed have a strong passion in Christ. I really look forward to learning from them as well as spending time with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-8417211027607270090?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/8417211027607270090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=8417211027607270090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8417211027607270090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8417211027607270090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/02/hot-and-cold-fire-and-rain.html' title='Hot and Cold, Fire and Rain'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-1103106546872172646</id><published>2009-02-07T19:41:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:57:59.627+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rising the Heat</title><content type='html'>The temperature is rising, the heat is warming up and the water is the place you really wanna be. Time to stock up on sun screen as well as cool water. The summer is merely kicked in. And the temperature for toay is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;40 degree celcius&lt;/span&gt;. Yup, even higher than your body temperature... So you do feel the pinch in your skin when you're outside. So drink lotsa water and try to keep away from the sun. Hahaha, or minimise it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 40 is just the beginning, it is expected to rise to 44 tomorrow! Now that is intense! And its a sunday, bet the beaches will be packed. Or house will consume more electircity due to the full blast air conditioning. But even at full blast, the heat somehow still prove that it is superior by providing a warm environment too warm for a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its freaking hot out there and I had to travel my way from Burwood to Padstow as I need to get something from there. It would normally take about 20 minutes and when systems crash, the uncoordinated happens and it took me 2 freakin hours to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some track work at the Padstow station, there was a system break down in the whole East Hills line. The irritating thing is that not all the stations were inform about the situation. From Burwood I was asked to take a ride to Redfern and change to another train, that was pretty normal. But at Redfern, I asked them station master how do I get to Padstow as there were 12 platforms. He told me that they are not running today, the trains are not running. I have to take a ride to Central. At central, I waited for my ride that never came. And the trains were staying put on the train line for at least 30 minutes. I got pissed when the second train arrive and wasnt going to my destination and it will be there for another 30 minutes. What the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to the station master to ask why isnt my train coming and he goes. You gotta take a train ride to Skydeham! Another detour! What is this, Amazing Race - Padstow! Heaps of detour and transit. Skydeham is the third station after Redferm on the East Hills Line. I made a big circle. Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at Skydeham station, I was pisssed. I asked them how do I get to Padstow. They went, I give up, I seriously have no idea as well. Wow, with the heat at 40 degree celcius, man, I was really boiling up. Thank god an old couple over heard me and told me that you have to take a bus ride. From there I arrive at Padstow. Pheeewwwwfffff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the previous day, Friday, it was the staff enrichment day that means no classes for all of us. Now then it finally provided me time to catch up with my friends who are not in the same course as me. That is the down side of staying so far from campus, you're always missing out! When they ask you out for dinner, you have to turn them down as you know that there isnt time as the last bus back home is like at 7.30pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head down to Bondi, my my my, it was a great day to beach! The waves were all right and the water was just fine and it wasnt as hot as today! And I did manage to have 2 fried Mars bars, something really famous at Bondi Beach! The last time I had it was 6 years ago. And I could still recognise the shop. Woooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVuKe38yyI/AAAAAAAAAho/5Wm5vXrsTqc/s1600-h/DSC05592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVuKe38yyI/AAAAAAAAAho/5Wm5vXrsTqc/s400/DSC05592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302265262664108834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I had dinner with Wendy, and Jess with some of Wendy's collegues. Met some really interesting people like Kevin. Hahaha... it was a party where there was half a lamb. Litterally. So we had various kinds of food at this Turkish restaurant but it was in China Town. It didnt really have that Turkish touch as I think the owners are mix with chinese... But it was an awesome dinner. We event went to Lindt for ice cream... Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-1103106546872172646?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/1103106546872172646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=1103106546872172646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/1103106546872172646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/1103106546872172646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/02/rising-heat.html' title='Rising the Heat'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVuKe38yyI/AAAAAAAAAho/5Wm5vXrsTqc/s72-c/DSC05592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-3467592172830888347</id><published>2009-02-05T21:20:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:56:01.296+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Power House Newbie</title><content type='html'>I have been having a really back stomach of late.. Rather bad. It started kicking in on Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I've been here, I think my single meal appetite has shrunk heaps. I take less food in one meal. Often enough but not filling. And that has made me kinda hungry on and off. So on Tuesday, I had to hurry for the bus, so I took minimal breakfast which is the usual cereal. I forgot to pack my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During school, due to the long interval between classes I decided to skip lunch, at the same time, save some money. To be honest, things here are heaps expensive, especially if you convert them to Riggit. I think it is a really bad habit to convert if you are actually living in a foreign country which has a higher currency. I think right now, the only way to actually safe money is manage your spending. Anyway, I took that time to head down to Michael's to have a little nap, after all, I did have a 2 hour break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way walking back to school, I felt a little kick in the stomach area but had to ignore it as I needed to increase my pace or I might be late for class! But actually, I arrived 15 minutes earlier. However, I didnt bother the little kick in the stomach, it was so mild that I thought, I'll deal with it after class which was 2.5 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the class commence, slowly, that kick or should I say ache started going really bad. It was hurting like hell! I could feel my stomach being pierced by some sharp object. It was just painful, and class had only start like an hour or less! I was in agony, but I wanted to hold on. Wiaam did try to get me some food because I assumed it was a stomach ache due to the skipping meal stuff! But I guess the eating was just too late. The stomach was hurting and burning and my tummy was growling so loud that the people sitting next to me can even hear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twist of the stomach, the poke, the compression, it was so painful that I wanted to do a Kamikaze.... Or some samurai thing where they take their katana and stab themselves in the stomach and kill themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher too not much note of it but hope that I get better as she really doesnt know what to do besides allowing me to eat. Half way through the second class, I just couldnt stand it anymore. Rushed out to the toilet. Felt like puking. And yes, it did come about, together with some white fluid with some blood and a think some stomach lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt my lesson. But I did go to a doctor and he said that it is not due to hunger but might be bowel irritation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on another unrelated news,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my connect group for Hillsong in Sam Thwaites, one of Prishan's friend and Wendy's as well! Anyway, I look forward to the first meeting, but I just they will ask me to do something really silly or embarrassing as an introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went for my first Youth Session on Sunday evening as well as Vision Sunday and Hillsong Kids to help out on the same day. Yes, I know it was tiring but it was worth it. Got to play and help out with some kids and got myself start thinking again when I was in church. Time to focus about the future and leave the pass behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I've had my first Power House service. Power House is a youth group for a certain age. Met heaps of people there and had heaps of fun! I look forward to it next week and the weeks to come. Not only because the songs are great and what you learn is for your benefit in life, I get to dance to a live DJ with house music, R&amp;B..... At the end of the services!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVs8fAtyrI/AAAAAAAAAhI/XKaLhbqIRJs/s1600-h/DSC05601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVs8fAtyrI/AAAAAAAAAhI/XKaLhbqIRJs/s400/DSC05601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302263922671078066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVtUH160RI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/RzB6uuXJ1n0/s1600-h/DSC05603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVtUH160RI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/RzB6uuXJ1n0/s400/DSC05603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302264328768639250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVtg8jCUrI/AAAAAAAAAhY/qKmLpUmoCv0/s1600-h/DSC05597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVtg8jCUrI/AAAAAAAAAhY/qKmLpUmoCv0/s400/DSC05597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302264549074948786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVtwwIpRII/AAAAAAAAAhg/NIFdAlGxQFc/s1600-h/DSC05602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVtwwIpRII/AAAAAAAAAhg/NIFdAlGxQFc/s400/DSC05602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302264820620936322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-3467592172830888347?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/3467592172830888347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=3467592172830888347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3467592172830888347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3467592172830888347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/02/power-house-newbie.html' title='Power House Newbie'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SZVs8fAtyrI/AAAAAAAAAhI/XKaLhbqIRJs/s72-c/DSC05601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-3926734848822581943</id><published>2009-01-31T22:23:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:14:48.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrigal</title><content type='html'>So the weekend just arrived... actually, Saturday has passed by, rather quick! Lets talk about school first. The first week is just ok. Why do I say so. It is because there is too much introduction and that I'm learning what I've done 2 years ago. its like a recap. Boring! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got closer to my classmates and yes they are fabulous people. There are actually quite a diverse culture - 4 Saudi's, 2 Malaysians, 1 HK and 2 China and 2 Indos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Saturday I had a one day crash in on the Power House's Summer Retreat! And boy was it fun. Being to attend one of the world's best church (HILLSONG)'s youth summer retreat! Imagine, the music, the worship, the preach! Everything from venue to sound and lighting and people was just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met heaps of people there. Aussies and people from all around the world! Well not all around, but various countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there with Mindy and Jessica on the third and final day as we were busy the first few days. Woke up kinda early. But arrived in time for the morning session. The morning session was nice. Got my spirits up and reminded me of why I just love Hillsong. Although they are like those extravagant church, but during worship, you can feel the energy, the enthusiasm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbDhZZv51I/AAAAAAAAAeg/vadwKoJHwLc/s1600-h/DSC05509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbDhZZv51I/AAAAAAAAAeg/vadwKoJHwLc/s400/DSC05509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298136990169950034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbElEwbP5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/HF2Wtrjwv0A/s1600-h/DSC05508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbElEwbP5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/HF2Wtrjwv0A/s400/DSC05508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298138152859025298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During preach, it was kinda long, but I enjoyed it. After that, was lunch, we head to Terrigal Beach. Terrigal is actually an hour and fifteen minutes drive on the highway, north of Sydney. I was there with some of my new friends. Erm, they are actually all my new friends. They are Wendy's friend.. and some are other people's friend. The circle just kept going. Eg: Prishan, Sam, Daniel, Brian, West, Sarah, Colette....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Prishan are seriously tall.. Prishan is 189... or maybe 190... and Sam is just a little shorter. I felt like a midget back there, looking so high up just to talk to them face to face.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice day at the beach! And seriously this beach is way better than Bondi. If you're local, you'll agree, even if you're not as well. Bondi is like so commercial, there arent big waves! But over here, the waves are nice. And it truely a place where "Hit the waves" comes in an appropriate use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbFIuP03FI/AAAAAAAAAew/oLk1jJdHyzU/s1600-h/DSC05511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbFIuP03FI/AAAAAAAAAew/oLk1jJdHyzU/s400/DSC05511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298138765292002386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbFtUcb60I/AAAAAAAAAe4/u9bNy6Ko_ro/s1600-h/DSC05521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbFtUcb60I/AAAAAAAAAe4/u9bNy6Ko_ro/s400/DSC05521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298139394020731714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbF4f5ID0I/AAAAAAAAAfA/qEA99sv7N5g/s1600-h/DSC05518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbF4f5ID0I/AAAAAAAAAfA/qEA99sv7N5g/s400/DSC05518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298139586072416066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbGDwgLP4I/AAAAAAAAAfI/V3vFECwroNc/s1600-h/DSC05516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbGDwgLP4I/AAAAAAAAAfI/V3vFECwroNc/s400/DSC05516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298139779509731202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbGdH7BQmI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pe9d8-9fMSg/s1600-h/DSC05529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbGdH7BQmI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pe9d8-9fMSg/s400/DSC05529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298140215293067874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbGu8hrkgI/AAAAAAAAAfY/15VxJlTkCo8/s1600-h/DSC05526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbGu8hrkgI/AAAAAAAAAfY/15VxJlTkCo8/s400/DSC05526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298140521471644162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach, we surprise Sam, a friend Prishan introduce to me... It was a surprise belated birthday. I know I met him just a while ago, so it was kinda awkward but I had a good time. They all treated me really well, because they are much older than me say 22 and above I guess and besides I'm the youngest.. Was like a younger bro! But I'm the only Chinese, Prishan is Sri Lankan and Sam, Daniel and the rest are Aussies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbHCOlDkoI/AAAAAAAAAfg/s6R-G5vbm4g/s1600-h/DSC05535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbHCOlDkoI/AAAAAAAAAfg/s6R-G5vbm4g/s400/DSC05535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298140852735152770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbHV6TIllI/AAAAAAAAAfo/b0EO2l2uHuw/s1600-h/DSC05532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbHV6TIllI/AAAAAAAAAfo/b0EO2l2uHuw/s400/DSC05532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298141190888658514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by that was the night session. It was short as most of the people are rushing back and it cant be too late... We did some worship and that was about it. And seriously I was beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure was a great day. New friends :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-3926734848822581943?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/3926734848822581943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=3926734848822581943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3926734848822581943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3926734848822581943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/terrigal.html' title='Terrigal'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbDhZZv51I/AAAAAAAAAeg/vadwKoJHwLc/s72-c/DSC05509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-3208574274297682153</id><published>2009-01-29T15:58:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:45:51.652+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex Cheung</title><content type='html'>Here I am after a short day... pretty short actually, classes ended rather early today. Anyway. I think one of my best classmates so far is Alex Cheung not that there are many to compete with as there is only 10 people in the class. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYa_5FTfioI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Uq5TDkEyi84/s1600-h/DSC05505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYa_5FTfioI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Uq5TDkEyi84/s400/DSC05505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298132999045352066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little trivia about this Hongkie dude. He is ofcourse my age. And right now I'm actually waiting for the time to fly by at his place back at UniLodge. He's pretty much a very cheerful lad. But there is a communication barrier in between us as I cant really get my messages across to him as he speak a lot in canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, I hope we can work things out. Learn from each other. Hahaha. Right now, I'm sitting with him in his very messy room. VERY MESSY INDEED! and with him staring at me typing and laughing. Hahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I guess thats just him, a cheerful lad just like yours truely! That is why we get along well as friends. Anyway, I do have to treat him really nice as he will be my classmate for the whole of this year. But I'm not doing it because I'm force to but I'm doing it very willingly!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not to forget Tom. He is another Malaysian. Really quiet chap but then, we'll pull the wild child outta him. Hahaha, not being naughty though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you guys have to believe that I'm practically one of the youngest in class and on campus. Sheeeshhhh. And I have to teach some of them Bio and Maths... Hopefully I can step up to what my teachers have taught me back home. I really got to ace this game. Be the creme de la creme in order to get good results for medicine. Its no fun and games here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really need to get this holiday mood away and start studying. I see that many people are already beginning with their work and are trying to brush up as some of them havent got the edge. I'm considered lucky, so I do need to go the extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbAuO36xvI/AAAAAAAAAdw/jbm49Q559jg/s1600-h/DSC05502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbAuO36xvI/AAAAAAAAAdw/jbm49Q559jg/s400/DSC05502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298133912147117810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, me, Alex and Tom.. plus some other student like Abud and Fenny, Wiaam..... all have to put in that extra effort. We're all in this together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we called... we're not competitors, nor rivals, nor enemies but what you can say is that we are FRIENDS that push each other further than the limits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-3208574274297682153?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/3208574274297682153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=3208574274297682153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3208574274297682153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3208574274297682153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/alex-cheung.html' title='Alex Cheung'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYa_5FTfioI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Uq5TDkEyi84/s72-c/DSC05505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-7817765370253078169</id><published>2009-01-28T22:00:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:55:25.104+11:00</updated><title type='text'>1st - 2nd day of school and CNY</title><content type='html'>Even though I'm in another continent, the spirit of Chinese New Year is still felt, but in a very very very minor way. I mean VERY minor!!! There isnt much Chinese New Year spirit here but it was a public holiday. Not specially for Chinese New Year but just some how that this year, Chinese New Year fell on the same day as Australia Day. What a coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was a long weekend. I mean although its standard. We had Saturday, Sunday and Monday off. So there was a reunion dinner back home. If you didnt know, I'm not alone here. There are 11 cousins over here(2 coming back in February) and 2 pairs of uncles and aunts. Its never too lonely. We had our steam boat with roast pork and duck. Yummmm. Too bad the "muslim" Jamie Cheah did not have a liking for the roast pork.. hahaha... I pity her actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbBBQz60jI/AAAAAAAAAd4/jFaKZucBTuU/s1600-h/DSC05468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbBBQz60jI/AAAAAAAAAd4/jFaKZucBTuU/s400/DSC05468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298134239084728882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbBa4dAmPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/8ZftFZppU64/s1600-h/DSC05462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbBa4dAmPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/8ZftFZppU64/s400/DSC05462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298134679222786290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbBohxuPtI/AAAAAAAAAeI/dHNG15tAoZA/s1600-h/DSC05477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbBohxuPtI/AAAAAAAAAeI/dHNG15tAoZA/s400/DSC05477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298134913653817042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we even have some of my cousins' boy friends and husbands over. And ofcourse my niece! So the more the merrier! Although I must agree to this very old Chinese saying. Although all, it proved to be true, we normally dont really think of home, but when it is the festive season back home, that is when we miss it the most....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a nose dive in ang pow(red packet) number, but not beacuse of the economic slowdown and it is better than none! Agreed?? o yea, I might be jealous of you guys back home, but maybe not as much as if I was living alone or something. Maybe I'm jealous that people back home have a long holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in campus, the people there had their own party due to the flock of overseas students mainly comprising of Chinese no matter from which part of the world. But sadly, I didnt make it to that party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the actual day of CNY, We visited Jeremy and Theng's Place, not that there was some fancy decoration, in fact, there was none. Just sat there for some talk and games and even the &lt;strong&gt;Nintendo Wii&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we all gathered at my other aunt's place. Over there we had another dinner. Just a simple dinner with lotsa stuff. From Beef to fresh prawns and salmon and some fried noodles, curry chicken........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a tradition of CNY, it was stupid if we did not gamble. oOo... but I didnt do much due to the current credit crunch! Or should I say its not current but long term. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbCJ_fxvtI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YTyoAbGRSjY/s1600-h/DSC05487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbCJ_fxvtI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YTyoAbGRSjY/s400/DSC05487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298135488567295698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbCwU-ZmrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/-wD-_R_d61o/s1600-h/DSC05492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbCwU-ZmrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/-wD-_R_d61o/s400/DSC05492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298136147167910578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was the first day of school as in for actual class. And only yesterday, I got to know who my class mates are and also my course mates. Before that, I was just making friends with my friend's friend. Didnt really meet anyone who was taking the same thing as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, it was rather boring as it was mostly introduction. Even in the lecture hall, you can see people yawning and getting some shut eye. But I must say, the Maths lecturer was kinda cute and funny, but I'm not sure is she Italian or Russian, because she had this accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are the students are from all over the world, the tutors and lecturers also come from different parts of the globe. It is so multicultural. My maths tutor is Irish and due to my name, I kinda got a little unwanted attention. Whats more, he came from the same Village where J.F.Kenndy came from back in Ireland. He's pretty much an old lad, which I must say looked really intellectual to me. With a cranium filled with knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are some lecturers that had that classic lecturer look. High waist trousers, with big rimmed specs and a neck tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is pretty packed up but there are some long intervals but I dont really go back home. Why? I'll tell you why, I have to travel 1.5 hours to school daily. And that is only for on trip only. Imagine the same time to go back. Two buses, some walks. Have to wake up pretty much early. Sometimes I'm rather jealous that the people staying near campus wakes up only 20 minutes before class... wonder if they brush their teeth. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day got better as I slowly get to know my classmates. before that I was like a odd ball, sitting alone. Seriously! Unbelievable right? the oh so talkative Seumas for once is sitting alone doing his own work &lt;strong&gt;QUIETLY!&lt;/strong&gt; And the other reason was I went to the wrong class for IT session the previous week if you can recall, that is why most of them already know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty much a small class, Only 10! But then, it is different in some lectures as other courses join in as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some points to high light that I think Malaysians should practice it, in fact, people all around the world should do it. Back home in Malaysia when the bus comes, everyone squeezes in as though they are all anorexic and are able to fit through one small door! But here, everyone lines up in one nice row. Very nice indeed, and they even try to let other people in before them. Like this &lt;em&gt;"You first." "No, you first." "No, You first, I insist"... "Oh ok!"...&lt;/em&gt; even for people like me, in a petite small frame, they tend to let me in first, especially the ladies... I though the guys should let the ladies through first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is the &lt;strong&gt;"THANK YOU CULTURE"&lt;/strong&gt; which I have mastered. It is very polite and it really brings up people's spirits and moods when you say thank you. So before alighting from the bus, people here, including me, always does a little thank you shout. At least most of the people, because some foreigners still cant manage to open their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... &lt;strong&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-7817765370253078169?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/7817765370253078169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=7817765370253078169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/7817765370253078169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/7817765370253078169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-2nd-day-of-school-and-cny.html' title='1st - 2nd day of school and CNY'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SYbBBQz60jI/AAAAAAAAAd4/jFaKZucBTuU/s72-c/DSC05468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-6217037434117188850</id><published>2009-01-24T14:54:00.017+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:13:31.642+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney City Tour with School</title><content type='html'>Friday was a very very tiring day... or should I say tiring in a good way as it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal, Emily, Jacqulyn, Blanch, Sharon and I are some of the lucky 56 who did register and got to tour the city with the rest of the school. Although I've been to Sydney before, it is just different actually touring with your classmates... Nope I've never been on a school trip or what so ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Katy couldnt join us... Pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at UniLodge... And got ready for the trip and gathered with the rest and off we headed to the L5 Building(Foundation Building).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we joined in with the rest of the group. And to no surprise, we were one of the latest. But the latest goes to some Indo girls who just take their own sweet time walking. They can see that everyone is already there waiting but they just too their long slow stroll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway sat with Emily in the bus... and off we went! (and everyone keeps taking my shades as I had more than one) -red and white-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqXvF0iTDI/AAAAAAAAAaw/gKjGJH7XXQk/s1600-h/DSC05384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqXvF0iTDI/AAAAAAAAAaw/gKjGJH7XXQk/s400/DSC05384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294711147199614002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqYA1xzZrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/-haC1zJ9TH0/s1600-h/DSC05389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqYA1xzZrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/-haC1zJ9TH0/s400/DSC05389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294711452130830002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stop was to Mrs Macquire Point. It is a little off the Botanical Gardens. From there you can get one of the nices shot which include The Opera House and The Harbour Bridge. Two famous locations in one shot. Its like hitting two birds with one stone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqY-56QP9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/hoDr3hp1Pu8/s1600-h/DSC05392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqY-56QP9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/hoDr3hp1Pu8/s400/DSC05392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294712518391906258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqZec2FkgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/U3YdOZjIUQk/s1600-h/DSCN1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqZec2FkgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/U3YdOZjIUQk/s400/DSCN1792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294713060345614850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqae9AqKSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/0qs0ucehPcA/s1600-h/DSC05401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqae9AqKSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/0qs0ucehPcA/s400/DSC05401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294714168491518242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took heaps of pitures around the area as the sky and the views around Sydney is just lovely to take photos. Seriously. Each snap shot looks just like one on a post card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqZ5M-RpDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/65POhxVfsGE/s1600-h/CIMG0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqZ5M-RpDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/65POhxVfsGE/s400/CIMG0054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294713519941461042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqa-4sqWdI/AAAAAAAAAbo/0SlZ_bZWdpA/s1600-h/DSC02687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqa-4sqWdI/AAAAAAAAAbo/0SlZ_bZWdpA/s400/DSC02687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294714717089716690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqbQ9WA60I/AAAAAAAAAbw/WfTiaslDW34/s1600-h/DSC05407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqbQ9WA60I/AAAAAAAAAbw/WfTiaslDW34/s400/DSC05407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294715027574549314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after this rather long photo opt. We head down to Darling Harbour... yet again... around there was more time for more photo opt. And I must say some photos look like those of the previous post as it is the same place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WARNING: MISGHT CAUSE BOREDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqb-FoTgpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zgJM13uWN0o/s1600-h/DSC02694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqb-FoTgpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zgJM13uWN0o/s400/DSC02694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294715802892862098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqcUQxP7jI/AAAAAAAAAcA/IobIpiRTQoE/s1600-h/DSC05411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqcUQxP7jI/AAAAAAAAAcA/IobIpiRTQoE/s400/DSC05411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294716183840288306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the little walk around Darling Harbour. We went on to the Maritime Museum... As we had free time it was all for us to explore. So as the rest of the tour gruop was heating themselve till they turned grilled, we were in this really comfy place and learnt some neat stuff. And to my surprise or everyones. The trip into this &lt;br /&gt;museum is actually free! At certain times, so we must be lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqdCFLuN0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/sofOvXpb1BQ/s1600-h/CIMG0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqdCFLuN0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/sofOvXpb1BQ/s400/CIMG0088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294716971004081986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqdotihBNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MIOJtIVDGBU/s1600-h/CIMG0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqdotihBNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MIOJtIVDGBU/s400/CIMG0074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294717634672133330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqeGqufAXI/AAAAAAAAAcY/d8FzbM05z3Y/s1600-h/DSC05413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqeGqufAXI/AAAAAAAAAcY/d8FzbM05z3Y/s400/DSC05413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294718149313102194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back. We bummed into some really playful Aussie Girls who started playing with water which was from a public fountain. A lot of people tend to take a dip in it as the scorcing heat might just get us all cooked. And they got into a water fight... but a friendly one. 2 Aussie Girls VS 2 Hongkie Girls(Jacqulyn and Sharon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqemrnjUaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/9X0ZBCwnGCg/s1600-h/DSC02713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqemrnjUaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/9X0ZBCwnGCg/s400/DSC02713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294718699308274082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked back to the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqhZZZl3MI/AAAAAAAAAdI/tP2aNPS1wv8/s1600-h/DSC02708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqhZZZl3MI/AAAAAAAAAdI/tP2aNPS1wv8/s400/DSC02708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294721769614466242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqe3t9CQyI/AAAAAAAAAco/_EVCLO-DD9Y/s1600-h/DSC05425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqe3t9CQyI/AAAAAAAAAco/_EVCLO-DD9Y/s400/DSC05425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294718991993029410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqfOB71v6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/GT8lp9owKH4/s1600-h/DSC05427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqfOB71v6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/GT8lp9owKH4/s400/DSC05427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294719375313846178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next stop is the famous Bondi Beach! It was swarming with people that look like ants from far view. People there had almost the same skin colour - TAN! And besides that, us guys feel really stupid being there as many guys there had all this wash board abs that look so good and fine... we... a flat belly at least... but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway with that heat. I think about 32 degree celcius... You just want to jump into that water to cool yourself off... And the water temperature was just nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqf27k4LOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/pZUXZ_4Mapc/s1600-h/DSCN1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqf27k4LOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/pZUXZ_4Mapc/s400/DSCN1823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294720077981560034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqgpsf8ZfI/AAAAAAAAAdA/cwI9auRYSHA/s1600-h/DSCN1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqgpsf8ZfI/AAAAAAAAAdA/cwI9auRYSHA/s400/DSCN1824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294720950107661810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqimKTPY3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zVnd_xqrbzY/s1600-h/DSCN1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqimKTPY3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zVnd_xqrbzY/s400/DSCN1842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294723088411222898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqi3g-nT1I/AAAAAAAAAdY/4PVG0j8VQ5c/s1600-h/DSCN1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqi3g-nT1I/AAAAAAAAAdY/4PVG0j8VQ5c/s400/DSCN1861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294723386556501842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqjGNKKO4I/AAAAAAAAAdg/AripvF6GZ2o/s1600-h/DSCN1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqjGNKKO4I/AAAAAAAAAdg/AripvF6GZ2o/s400/DSCN1866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294723638934256514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach... It concluded our trip and I got a little sun burn especially on the arms. It was rather red. And seriously I did put on my sun block.. Just guess I got to put much much more the next trip. So yea, do bring extra sun screen everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that didnt end... went back to Padstow and off I was to go for badminton with Joseph and Uncle Richard... and I must say I slacked a lot... havent really played badminton for sometime now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we got back home.. and boy was I beat but I was up catching up with some friends back home and due to time difference, we chatted into the wee hours over here in Sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be one of the hottest day! So Be prepared... and I guess I'll just stay at home... hahaaha... Or take a dip in the pool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-6217037434117188850?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/6217037434117188850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=6217037434117188850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6217037434117188850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6217037434117188850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/sydney-city-tour-with-school.html' title='Sydney City Tour with School'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXqXvF0iTDI/AAAAAAAAAaw/gKjGJH7XXQk/s72-c/DSC05384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-6286649349819431144</id><published>2009-01-24T01:51:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:06:10.696+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Day 2</title><content type='html'>Today(22/01/09) was a little awkward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the part where I woke up from a hotel to go to school. Yup, we got the free hotel room. I wasnt expecting it to be rather big. As it was a free hotel room for my dad, &lt;br /&gt;I was expecting 2 single beds but nope. It was to my surprise that there were queen sized beds. Yup, it was enough to fit my uncle and aunt, my cousin and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was schedualed to have class about 11.30am, so I left the hotel rather early just to get to school just in time. It wasnt much importance. Just a introduction on how the school's stuffs on the net works in an IT session. And indeed it turned out to be useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that wasnt the thing about it. When I arrived in school, bumping into Derick from Hong Kong. We met earlier. And he told me that I could be PB C2... the class number as C is commerce and I'm in Life Science. What the hell! I mistaken the L for a C... A case of bad hand writting. hahaha. So I went to the class of PB C2 as the IT sessions are all the same. Met up with Emily and Blanch. They are there for commerce. Luckily I was allowed in. And the guy in charge, Mr. Asaf was a very hilarious guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that class, we had a organised tour around the campus which is really big and this tour allowed me to spot some really cool places that I would love to check out some other time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed the whole remaining afternoon in the UniLodge... and chatted quite a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone was back(waiting for Katy)... We(Michael, Kendrick, Emily, Blanch, Katy and I) head down to town. And this time by bus except for Kendrick you rather take his bike. And that is why he missed out on a photo opt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnjWaueqiI/AAAAAAAAAZg/9u4tPndPguA/s1600-h/DSC05356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnjWaueqiI/AAAAAAAAAZg/9u4tPndPguA/s400/DSC05356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294512811221625378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at Queen Victoria Building(QVB) and guess who we met there... we met Joseph Koo... My cousin. He worked as our tour guide and here is what he has to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnj303UNzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SFOK1rVVRZ4/s1600-h/DSC05365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnj303UNzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SFOK1rVVRZ4/s400/DSC05365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294513385173694258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he was ok as a tour guide... But having lived in Sydney for all his life. I thought Joseph would be better when it comes to identifying roads and directions. The other day we took the longest short cut to get to Opera House from Darling Harbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he did manage to find a place to eat which was told by Mr Joe Harber to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"CHEAP, DELICIOUS and BIG PORTION"&lt;/span&gt;. Turns out the it was delicious but the other two didnt make the cut, especially for us International students....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was called Mama's Kitchen which serves Italian food.... Located somewhere off George Street(I know Geroge Street is a long stretch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnlF2G4vgI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Ud6y4MBQqjY/s1600-h/DSC05359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnlF2G4vgI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Ud6y4MBQqjY/s400/DSC05359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294514725537234434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnlhQLXOpI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/juPhAQlHPNs/s1600-h/DSC05360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnlhQLXOpI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/juPhAQlHPNs/s400/DSC05360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294515196391799442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnlwGDAPvI/AAAAAAAAAaA/NgSd6MyZaoU/s1600-h/DSC05361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnlwGDAPvI/AAAAAAAAAaA/NgSd6MyZaoU/s400/DSC05361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294515451370422002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnl_pyf9yI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lkyLDycHSv4/s1600-h/DSC05362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnl_pyf9yI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lkyLDycHSv4/s400/DSC05362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294515718662911778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after dinner we took a stroll at Darling Harbour... And there was more photo Opts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnmXVvI3BI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VTGb_Hq1xY8/s1600-h/DSC05367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnmXVvI3BI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VTGb_Hq1xY8/s400/DSC05367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294516125596965906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnml40VqmI/AAAAAAAAAaY/r_Z06Teh07Q/s1600-h/DSC05368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnml40VqmI/AAAAAAAAAaY/r_Z06Teh07Q/s400/DSC05368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294516375532186210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnm5DHIyAI/AAAAAAAAAag/KR0QXizkgP4/s1600-h/DSC05370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnm5DHIyAI/AAAAAAAAAag/KR0QXizkgP4/s400/DSC05370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294516704712902658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Darling Harbour, I was here the previous night with some of my cousins. Besides Joseph(yet again... he's cool), Jaime Cheah and Jessica... we went to have some Anderson's Ice Cream instead of the Gelato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnndNJWuoI/AAAAAAAAAao/uotbprhj2Vg/s1600-h/DSC05343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnndNJWuoI/AAAAAAAAAao/uotbprhj2Vg/s400/DSC05343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294517325881850498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to today,&lt;br /&gt;Right after the little tour around that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head back to my hotel as it was near. They decided to ask me back to the UniLodge to stay and all that I need is to fill in a form. And I somehow agreed as Blanch agreed to room me. After bidding see ya's to my relatives off I went to somewhere closer to Uni. And the other fact is that it could help me out for the next day's activities by the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back at the lodge, we were up late... Talking and talking... just like usual friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That concludes it, I guess....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-6286649349819431144?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/6286649349819431144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=6286649349819431144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6286649349819431144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6286649349819431144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/orientation-day-2.html' title='Orientation Day 2'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXnjWaueqiI/AAAAAAAAAZg/9u4tPndPguA/s72-c/DSC05356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-6451219860152830426</id><published>2009-01-21T18:04:00.017+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:04:21.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'>UFY Orientation Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbSK88MiyI/AAAAAAAAAY8/QwlElfPCGCo/s1600-h/DSC05305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbSK88MiyI/AAAAAAAAAY8/QwlElfPCGCo/s400/DSC05305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293649497619729186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbR_PzLqhI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4UCH_7NS1k4/s1600-h/DSC05328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbR_PzLqhI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4UCH_7NS1k4/s400/DSC05328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293649296523766290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back home feeling rather happy and cant wait for tomorrow to come. I rushed home and the first thing I wanted to do is write this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I was rather nervous last night for this orientation for pre-U. Turns out all those nerve weren't really necessary. When you have you cool, you'll fine cool new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what I just done. I made new friends, a potential people that maybe turn out to be a gang, but it is still early to say that yet as there are more people to meet. But this crowd that I just met was really a bunch of interesting people from different places and different back grounds and whats really important that we got along really well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6.30 in the morning which is like 3 hours from the time I planned to get up. But what the hell, I was nervous man. Nervous, but I know I'm exaggerating just a bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well It started to ease as Jaime dropped me off at Anzac Parade... that is where I'll be studying for the next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbP0hNAq6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/23C0UR0-d9M/s1600-h/DSC05302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbP0hNAq6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/23C0UR0-d9M/s400/DSC05302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293646913193683874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the registry at about 10AM, it was packed with people all across the world. But many blacked hair people. Some were in a world of their own with snobbish faces and stuck up looks while some were busy socialising and it was mostly with their own countrymen or their flat mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the registry. We got our books and nope not textbooks, just tutorial books that are already heavy like some mad cow sitting on my back. And inside the bag they gave, there was a stress ball(thats what Blanch calls it), studnet diaries and some really neet freebies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I and Michael(Zhi Guo) went on to the law faculty which was like this really neat modern building... To be honest the campus is really very beautiful. Buildings were nice both the exterior and interior. And I must say it does pay off as one of the best and most respected university in the whole world. The facilities are neat. Everything was top notch and very well up-to-date. Systems were organised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from people to people from the school gave speeches. I had this feeling that I felt lonely and I wasnt in the zone to meet new people but right after that grulling session. It was a barbeque party which the students didnt have to stay by the charcoal grill. So it was more like a lunch with Hot Dogs. During then it was time to miggle. So I and Micheal aproached the nearest guy which turned out to be Hongkie(seriously they didnt know that Hong Kong People are called Hongkie, they were like what? and started laughing).... But then he was like some snob, in good clothes and we only talked like less than 5 mintues and all was gone.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, that moment was scaring and demoralising as I had like no feeling to make friends and thought like there were a lot of snobbish people. But looking around you, you could see many people in different clicks. Many from China than its Hong Kong followed by Indonesia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, we as Malaysians feel an upper hand in that pack. As some of us or most of us are mutlilingual. We can speak in English, Bahasa Melayu, Mandarine, Canto and Hokkien. So yea.. I felt good.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few failed tries. I told Michael, since I'm not from UniLodge, why dont you intro your room mate. And that was where it sparked off. One roommate will intro another and then flat mates bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I met up with some of the coolest people thus far...&lt;br /&gt;and I really hope we bloom as friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbOOuj19iI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jF5uBP8uW20/s1600-h/DSC05316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbOOuj19iI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jF5uBP8uW20/s400/DSC05316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293645164432455202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendrick from Hong Kong/America... Blanch from Myanmmar(the only one from that country)... Katy Lee(not perry) from Hong Kong and Michael from Penang, Malaysia.... and ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbQFdFt95I/AAAAAAAAAYU/V6QR_TZnKp0/s1600-h/DSC05314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbQFdFt95I/AAAAAAAAAYU/V6QR_TZnKp0/s400/DSC05314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293647204147132306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbQW92wNDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/liiPqpRwxbs/s1600-h/DSC05318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbQW92wNDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/liiPqpRwxbs/s400/DSC05318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293647505000510514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbQ1CR7TiI/AAAAAAAAAYk/7MvWnLpDqbM/s1600-h/DSC05321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbQ1CR7TiI/AAAAAAAAAYk/7MvWnLpDqbM/s400/DSC05321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293648021584301602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbRLl7MIhI/AAAAAAAAAYs/z2Akr1CZueM/s1600-h/DSC05326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbRLl7MIhI/AAAAAAAAAYs/z2Akr1CZueM/s400/DSC05326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293648409109733906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbVORN_K2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/KkjJ30v5O74/s1600-h/DSC05334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbVORN_K2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/KkjJ30v5O74/s400/DSC05334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293652853137550178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our really nice chat we went to make our student ID card which was like instant. And Micheal's one sucked like hell as he was looking when the shot was taken... what the heck.. they didnt even check before print... By then we met up with more people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to mean Jacklyn from Hong Kong and Emily from Taiwan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbSdn1zllI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AQDSYdEeDkk/s1600-h/DSC05331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbSdn1zllI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AQDSYdEeDkk/s400/DSC05331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293649818373297746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jacklyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the documents were done we head back to the lodge where I crashed around for a while as I waited for Jaime to pick me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I had great fun.. really interesting people... cant wait for tomorrow and our Sydney Tour this coming friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbTMvXHHNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/to10mupmab8/s1600-h/DSC05329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbTMvXHHNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/to10mupmab8/s400/DSC05329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293650627845889234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;These crazy people are US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-6451219860152830426?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/6451219860152830426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=6451219860152830426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6451219860152830426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6451219860152830426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/ufy-orientation-day-1.html' title='UFY Orientation Day 1'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXbSK88MiyI/AAAAAAAAAY8/QwlElfPCGCo/s72-c/DSC05305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-8652961039085656107</id><published>2009-01-21T01:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:39:31.771+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Pre-Uni Nerves</title><content type='html'>It is 1am and I'm not in bed yet. Did you know that people here have bedtime that are like so freaking early.. 1am is counted late already... sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think of it, I have class tomorrow.. actually not class. Classes dont commence till like 27th of Jan. 26 of Jan is Australia Day which is a public holiday so meaning I get to have my Chinese New Year holiday as it is just a coincidence. And I do have 11 cousins, 2 aunties and 2 uncles here... so it isnt going to be that lonely during Chinese New Year... Maybe just less Ang Pows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as for tomorrow till the 27th, it will be the orientation, I really have no idea of what is gonna happen and who I'm gonna meet. I hope its going to be exciting. Nope, I know it is gonna be. But in a way, it might be scary, a new set of people, a new environment. Something really foreign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, there isnt much to update as today I sat at home, watching TV.. Took a long nap. I have no idea, but it doesnt seem to be jet lag that is making me rather sleepy at weird times... And I didnt manage to go to Cronulla Beach today due to some poor weather forecast that said there were to be thunder storms.. What bullocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is the night I'm gonna stay in the Star City Hotel. Which is like this really awesome place in town... As for tonight, I'm retiring off in Jaime's place as it is closer to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope everything falls into place for tomorrow. Might meet up with some of the cousins for a movie later in the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: no matter what it is I'm gonna practice C&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;arpe Diem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-8652961039085656107?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/8652961039085656107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=8652961039085656107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8652961039085656107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8652961039085656107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/pre-pre-uni-nerves.html' title='Pre-Pre-Uni Nerves'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-2335772288722190368</id><published>2009-01-20T07:51:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:31:36.136+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney Tour</title><content type='html'>According to the previous post, I did mention that I was heading down to the city.. And Sydney City here we come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like a tourist, I head on down to Padstow station to take a train ride that took about 40 minutes to Town Hall. Right out of the Town Hall station, it is actually a shopping area. In fact, the whole city was a shopping district. From George Street, Oxford Street, Kent Street.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVqc4u0BUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9sfmM4qBZ2g/s1600-h/DSC05219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVqc4u0BUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9sfmM4qBZ2g/s400/DSC05219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293253981541500226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Greorge Street, I was walking with my aunt and she took me to this shop called Surf n Dive which she said all the youth here like to go to.. It is like your typical Quiksilver shop back home... I was looking at the sales rack, and my my my, they are so much cheaper compared to those back home.. So as I was seaching, I manage to find 3 tees... I loved them all once I tried them on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And started to have a "grude" on my aunt.. going like "Why did you bring me here, see, now have to spend some money... hahaha" .... but it was just a joke... since I cant take all, I had to resort to taking only one. And it was a hard choice as there was 1 green shirt that I wanted as it is part of the new style I'm trying to get into.  Bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after coming out from the shop we head on down to Queen Victoria Building(QVB) which is like one of the top notch shopping center which is in a rather hold colonial building. I did see a lovely vest in Marcs but then, due to the conversion rate, I ought to scrap that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVp83B08_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/9dEALotTiKI/s1600-h/DSC05226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVp83B08_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/9dEALotTiKI/s400/DSC05226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293253431328568306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around the mall checking out for a dress fit for a wedding for my aunt. From shops to shops. Mid-range to High-end... But we ended up buying nothing as there werent many to choose from.. As it is summer, they have too much summer dresses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head on down to the food court which was so not like Malaysian food courts where you have a vast of everything. Over here, there are a lot of food chains. Japanese, Sandwiches, Juice Boost, Kebabs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we waited for Joseph, we head on down to Krispy Kreme! WEEEEEE! Having my original glazed! YUMMY! Finally a tall guy in orange appeared and this time I mange to see him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVvscqTFpI/AAAAAAAAAXU/m8fX-fj2mKY/s1600-h/DSC05236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVvscqTFpI/AAAAAAAAAXU/m8fX-fj2mKY/s400/DSC05236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293259746442417810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVqxd4wAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qHGe-cgBbtk/s1600-h/DSC05223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVqxd4wAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qHGe-cgBbtk/s400/DSC05223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293254335112675330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVqO9F82_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/n8pmPaL2d80/s1600-h/DSC05224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVqO9F82_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/n8pmPaL2d80/s400/DSC05224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293253742194121714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head on down to the George Street Cinema, there is this Korean hot plate grill lunch just around the corner called Pepper Lunch. Accordign to J, this is where all the "asian youth" come for lunch. Wow, places a labelled to certain clicks around this place... hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after lunch, we went seperate places, me with Joseph went on down all the way to Darling Harbour! Woo, it has been a while since I was there. But seriously there hasnt been much change but seriously it doesnt look out-dated at all.. Still rather nice. It really brought back memories, nice ones from my previous trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around Darling Harbour and did a little sight seeing before we head on a long journey by FOOT to Sydney Opera House. We walked all the way along Kent Street, one of the longest street in the city. And boy were the feet aching... Hahaha... Not till we started seeing Sydney Habour Bridge in front of us and soon the Opera House came into view too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVrFRevriI/AAAAAAAAAVc/j27DjnZRHKU/s1600-h/DSC05228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVrFRevriI/AAAAAAAAAVc/j27DjnZRHKU/s400/DSC05228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293254675379760674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVrUFsVchI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-DzaGCbnoW0/s1600-h/DSC05229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVrUFsVchI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-DzaGCbnoW0/s400/DSC05229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293254929913573906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVrg8Q68zI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3-egMrYvzUA/s1600-h/DSC05230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVrg8Q68zI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3-egMrYvzUA/s400/DSC05230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293255150720971570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVrpvtQ4tI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZuvZZDbzoVQ/s1600-h/DSC05231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVrpvtQ4tI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZuvZZDbzoVQ/s400/DSC05231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293255301969011410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVr3NtLlAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Lut8w-6Qu8Y/s1600-h/DSC05241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVr3NtLlAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Lut8w-6Qu8Y/s400/DSC05241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293255533360026626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we got my long craved Gelatto. We head on down to Joe Harber's Office... met him up for his really short lunch break. He really is the Energizer Bunny, working non stop in this very quiet office building. We did a very short catch up before going down for some Gelatto a Circular Quay.... But we do have the entire year to catch up on. I'll be at his wedding anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVsMmeGCVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/G6kwaH2GmBw/s1600-h/DSC05247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVsMmeGCVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/G6kwaH2GmBw/s400/DSC05247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293255900784888146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping Joe back to his office. J and I walked pass the Botanical Gardens to arrive a Sydney Opera House. The view were nice and the pitures you take look fit to appear on a post card....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVsgy962zI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kDLZ2-FdIwI/s1600-h/DSC05248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVsgy962zI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kDLZ2-FdIwI/s400/DSC05248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293256247736982322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVstp6ztUI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3kIMmv43xjk/s1600-h/DSC05254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVstp6ztUI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3kIMmv43xjk/s400/DSC05254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293256468646311234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVtOlubZbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/nt9InuJmsVw/s1600-h/DSC05263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVtOlubZbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/nt9InuJmsVw/s400/DSC05263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293257034456327602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we arrived a the Opera House, we took marvelous photos, just like any other tourist. And I am proud to say that I have played the PIANO at THE OPERA HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVtnV5IDGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/VNACMr6uyoI/s1600-h/DSC05244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVtnV5IDGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/VNACMr6uyoI/s400/DSC05244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293257459702959202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVt4L6777I/AAAAAAAAAWs/OkPUKYbn7oY/s1600-h/DSC05267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVt4L6777I/AAAAAAAAAWs/OkPUKYbn7oY/s400/DSC05267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293257749083975602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVuFWNfIfI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RbnThy5UKM0/s1600-h/DSC05273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVuFWNfIfI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RbnThy5UKM0/s400/DSC05273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293257975184433650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVuprCj4YI/AAAAAAAAAW8/pUzT-VM6GI8/s1600-h/DSC05269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVuprCj4YI/AAAAAAAAAW8/pUzT-VM6GI8/s400/DSC05269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293258599251042690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Opera House, we did get a good view of Sydney Harbour Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVu7kWRD8I/AAAAAAAAAXE/fmYN7SpO-po/s1600-h/DSC05275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVu7kWRD8I/AAAAAAAAAXE/fmYN7SpO-po/s400/DSC05275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293258906692292546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after my little tour we headed back to Padstow and met up with Jason before heading back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I retired rather early due to the really restless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really feels weird that I'm here for a year for studies as I still feel like Im here for holiday and will be home in 2 weeks time. Seriously! It really hasnt sunk in yet, maybe when school starts all might be clearer to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, heading down to Cronulla Beach later today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-2335772288722190368?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/2335772288722190368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=2335772288722190368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2335772288722190368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2335772288722190368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/sydney-tour.html' title='Sydney Tour'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVqc4u0BUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9sfmM4qBZ2g/s72-c/DSC05219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-5754054267300517677</id><published>2009-01-19T09:43:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:05:20.825+11:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hours</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the awkward or sorta habitual caused moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pass 24 hours in Sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all it in the summer and my cousins are like teaching how to play cricket, yet another Aussie sport... And it is confirmed that I totally suck at the game, cant hit well, cant catch the ball... bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since its a really nice weather.. Bondi beach came to play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll take a dip in the pool sometime soon as there is a pool in our backyard... woooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVpOb8WBOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2xUpc8JdEMA/s1600-h/DSC05281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVpOb8WBOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2xUpc8JdEMA/s400/DSC05281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293252633783829730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ignore the rubbish dump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVpbZEfgZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/iAa6WYwWccE/s1600-h/DSC05282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVpbZEfgZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/iAa6WYwWccE/s400/DSC05282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293252856350998930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats not it.. One of the most awkward one is about the fan...&lt;br /&gt;On and off when I'm in the room, I will tell my cousin, "It is kinda hot in here, someone didnt turn on the ceiling fan" and when I look up, there isnt one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout humid weather back home.. The air here is chilly at times but not moving(in the room that is)... But the winds are strong outside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is a certain feeling that I cant discribe when it comes to food and the environment and carpeted floors around the house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget... I'm still not use to the time difference... Its not jet lag though... more like erm, i forget that it a different time back home, thinking mum is having dinner the same time as I am.... But they arent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they are having fun back at home without me.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far there isnt much news here, just that I havent unpack as I'm staying over at my cousins for a while till I move to my official place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do pray that I get to stay at my 5 star hotel stay in the Star City Casino and Hotel which is in the city this coming Wednesday as the hotel room is under Dad's name. So hopefully they will let me in or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to Town Hall soon with J. Koo and Auntie B Har to do some shopping I guess and meet up with Josie(Joseph) for lunch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-5754054267300517677?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/5754054267300517677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=5754054267300517677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5754054267300517677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5754054267300517677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/24-hours.html' title='24 hours'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVpOb8WBOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2xUpc8JdEMA/s72-c/DSC05281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-179935165398037196</id><published>2009-01-18T13:13:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:30:41.253+11:00</updated><title type='text'>LAND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVn59_W1AI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dcMmch6FPbE/s1600-h/DSC05214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVn59_W1AI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dcMmch6FPbE/s400/DSC05214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293251182634390530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello from Sunny Sydney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather today is really fine and warm, a really good weather to go to the beach... So get on your boardies or swim suit peps and lets head on down to Bondi.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, So yes, I've arrived a Down Under just about 4 hours ago. Havent down much but will intend to do some cool stuff before school starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a brief "preview" of my MH123 flight to Sydney... And I must say, I didnt really enjoy you... Its not because of the in-flight entertainment, but due to the poor service...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, let us rewind to before I left hometown Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the airport, I was really surprised and happy that a lot of my friends turned up to send me off. Really thankful! And happy. Took loads of pictures and had some good hugs... well, they were meaningful! Besides that I had my family with me, which is the people who have supported me all the way till today! And for the years to come :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVoI2ntSgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GjsA0JQYiP4/s1600-h/DSC05192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVoI2ntSgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GjsA0JQYiP4/s400/DSC05192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293251438354188802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVoWSnmSzI/AAAAAAAAAUc/1yQf6SZC068/s1600-h/DSC05194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVoWSnmSzI/AAAAAAAAAUc/1yQf6SZC068/s400/DSC05194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293251669208222514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVooofoXeI/AAAAAAAAAUk/5ybJjaRI8kU/s1600-h/DSC05195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVooofoXeI/AAAAAAAAAUk/5ybJjaRI8kU/s400/DSC05195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293251984318029282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was indeed really happy, beyond words to see the people making their way to the airport... in awe, I guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I tried to speak as much words to all of them that there was no time to be sentimental. I remember I did say that if you come you might see me crying, I guess I didnt cry after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing hugs and goodbyes... I knew I'm gonna miss each and everyone of them... even know I feel like I really miss them... And besides that, even though some of my pals didnt make it to the departure gate, I'm still happy that I have them as part of my life... and I know some of them did show interest in wanting to come but due to commitments, they werent able to make it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the gate, I waved frantically back at my family and friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I slowly board the aircraft, feelings started to get the better of me. I nearly made me cry... seriously... but when I was about to sit down, take a rest at my seat or maybe shed a tear or something... someone called out to me. It was Zhi Guo... I had totally forgotten that we are on teh same flight, heading to the same place for the same school.. That kinda killed the sad moment, but I was happy to know that I had a good friend coming to Sydney with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVvdgoZVDI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uig8pdd2UTI/s1600-h/DSC05197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVvdgoZVDI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uig8pdd2UTI/s400/DSC05197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293259489810142258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flight from KLIA to Sydney. The flight kinda suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before the aircraft was at the gates, waiting for slow passangers, there was something wrong with the air conditioner. It was hot! Even the pilot felt bad and had to apologise about it. So crappy!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to someone whom I wish not to name.... Ok maybe I should say it out... F-ing Veronica Bitch! I kinda hated my flight, or more like hated her service. She wasnt doing her job well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dinner was served, she asked what drinks do I want.. And I asked what do they have. And she replied and I ordered. She told me to wait but it never came! The next incident, I told her I have something in my bag up in the over head compartment and was wondering if she could help me as I was sitting at the window seat! She again agreed to help but then disappeared! And once, I ordered milk, she said she'll go get it, and you guessed it right, it never came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the Big Metal Bird takes it to the sky... and as the moon rises and the sky turns dark. Watch out from the window and a really good view is installed for you! Stars that shine brightly hang in the midnight sky as the calm sea below melts all the anger and keeps you calm like a all natural sedattion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look out in the the night sky, it was kinda cool to see thunder clap at yonder clouds... it kinda cool! I mean way cool. Its not every time you can be above the clouds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we landed in Syndey International Airport. The aircraft's engine was shut off right away, leaving no poor in the plane and everyone had to wait in a really stuffy and hot room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is more, the seem to be problem with the plane, quote the guy on PA! the luggages all came out so much later... And due to all these red tape such as quarantine, my uncle waited for an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, once I came out to the arrival hall, I didnt even notice the tall looking guy infront of me.. It was "little"(by age) Josie Koo.. Hahaha, How much he has grown in th pass few years... making me look like a midget... seriously, he's tall, but he calls it a lil above average... By the way, Joseph, I think you look much better now that you're not so chubby :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a new chapter a new beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care ya'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I seriously didnt enjoy the Malaysian Hospitality(MH)... MAS only serve one meal from KL to Sydney... the muffin for breakfast seriously doesnt count! Serve something better! MAS is much more expensive than SIA and their service isnt any better, in fact its the opposite... its a nose dive in high flying enjoyment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-179935165398037196?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/179935165398037196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=179935165398037196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/179935165398037196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/179935165398037196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/land.html' title='LAND!'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXVn59_W1AI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dcMmch6FPbE/s72-c/DSC05214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-6323513876465038863</id><published>2009-01-17T15:50:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:03:52.368+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Chapter</title><content type='html'>As you guys know, today is the day where I embark on life's new chapter. One that is still like a free fall into the unknown. I havent really got a clear picture of what ought to happen thus far... but its kinda exciting in a thrilling way... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the last few hours... I am getting less and less sleep. With a mere 4 hour sleep last night... I guess at 6AM and woke somewhere at 10AM... with people bugging your sleep from time to time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the guys(Joel, Chun Kit and Gerald) were staying over last night.. We went out for a usual Us 4 night out... and by the time we got home. It was 3 something in the wee hours. So you should know where we were.. But no booze for us...  Just shaking it off with my best mates... Letting the hair down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we were trying to let our hair down... This places are kinda out of Kit's and Ger's comfort zone... yea... so as we were on the dance floor shaking off the boo-tay(well it was mostly me)... We bumped into some guy who was also dancing... the first thing he notice was the really sad frown on Ger's face... hahaha.. and he made that really funny "CLOWN GESTURE" where the clown frowns... it was hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face was rather moody... Kit even said if he was a gangster... He might whack Ger in the face... ouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand... Kit did dance, did groove, but he was constantly afraid for like drink spikings... and also lost of valuables... but I guess most of the time he was psyching out himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to my sweet mouth, we went in about 1 something close to 2 for free... cause I had to make a deal with the bouncer.... I know they're closing soon... well i mean 1 hour left... what the heck.. I love my dancing... but for some people they have to get tipsy to really dance, but not for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bouncer at MOIS let us in for free... and we didnt even have to have a drink... I told him that I am leaving at 8... but did not mention the time and ask him if could give a deal... and a great deal it was... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was kinda slow moving that day, although it was a Friday night, most of the people were flocking into SS... But thankfully I still got to have fun with my best butties.... that is the main point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, why were we late?? It was due to supper with the greatest parents in the world... MINE! hahaha.. well, yours is equally cool to you too... anyway, I we had some drinks and a light supper... and in addition we had the siblings too, minus &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ms. Siobhan Teh&lt;/span&gt; who lost her cool waiting as we prepare to leave the house... HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really wanna thank my family and friends for their support thus far... and all the best to them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL MISS ALL OF YOU BACK HOME in MALAYSIA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-6323513876465038863?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/6323513876465038863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=6323513876465038863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6323513876465038863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6323513876465038863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/brand-new-chapter.html' title='Brand New Chapter'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-5570659431559748164</id><published>2009-01-16T04:38:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:31:58.766+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready???</title><content type='html'>Since the countdown timer is left to do the counting down and the running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left here to either do last minute packing or get myself mentally prepared. And so far, both parties are looking kinda good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as time slowly fades into the yesterdays, I start to feel like I'm gonna free fall into the unknown. Its time to have faith, which is to believe in something that you cant be truly sure exist. Now that is the nerve-pumping part. For once you cant really tell what is suppose to happen. All you know is that you're off to a new country, new place, new set of people, new system.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for life... that is tomorrow's mystery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;I was out with Raymond.... First we head back to my school... not the one I'm about to enter but the one I just graduated from. I know I said I wanted to stay far far away from that place, but its ok... I'm back this time with Raymond to see a few teachers and dump into a few friends and obviously... TO &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CAM-WHORE&lt;/span&gt;, as Ray Ray just got himself a new DSLR cam.. and boy the shots are just fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXWYeOMIANI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5XM-n0fSrVA/s1600-h/n707863778_1389285_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXWYeOMIANI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5XM-n0fSrVA/s400/n707863778_1389285_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293304582016336082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was much of the poser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXWYwmSUeaI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rm0XF7tIQdI/s1600-h/n707863778_1389076_8380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXWYwmSUeaI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rm0XF7tIQdI/s400/n707863778_1389076_8380.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293304897722415522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXWZp5KffNI/AAAAAAAAAX8/oet0EAhDbMc/s1600-h/n707863778_1389355_5958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXWZp5KffNI/AAAAAAAAAX8/oet0EAhDbMc/s400/n707863778_1389355_5958.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293305882042399954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even told Ray Ray this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You have a really good camera, and we need to take much shots. Since you have you cam and dont have a whore.. I'll be your whore..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its kinda awkward, but then... I hope you get the joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really proud of what I just said...&lt;br /&gt;@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Kit's place and chilled for a while before heading of to Gurney yet again to go for Redbox! Woooo, Karaoke, I really needed to scream my lungs out and dry, so it happened at the right time! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXWZD0cr2oI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Lu13AIUvVUo/s1600-h/n707863778_1389191_1302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXWZD0cr2oI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Lu13AIUvVUo/s400/n707863778_1389191_1302.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293305227941501570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXWZKNLC-cI/AAAAAAAAAX0/IUBICqJ5hZo/s1600-h/n707863778_1389193_2209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXWZKNLC-cI/AAAAAAAAAX0/IUBICqJ5hZo/s400/n707863778_1389193_2209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293305337657620930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that its time to stay in with the Teh Yee Perks where we caught up on so much... Family really plays a very vital role in my life, in has affected how I grew up so far, as is gonna impact it for the years to come.... Cousins, Uncles, Aunts, Nephew, Nieces, Father, Mother, Sisters, Brothers, Grandparents.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the blood relations of people are like a running tap... if you use your finger to slice the water, it will always connect back. It can never break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its time to retire to bed as tomorrow hows more plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esp with "Us 4".... Kit, Ger, Joel, Mers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers peps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-5570659431559748164?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/5570659431559748164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=5570659431559748164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5570659431559748164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5570659431559748164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/ready.html' title='Ready???'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SXWYeOMIANI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5XM-n0fSrVA/s72-c/n707863778_1389285_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-6790080337451730542</id><published>2009-01-14T00:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:57:06.738+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down Under</title><content type='html'>Shall we begin with the counting down to Down Under?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.7is7.com/otto/countdown.html?year=2009&amp;amp;month=1&amp;amp;date=17&amp;amp;hrs=20&amp;amp;ts=24&amp;amp;min=35&amp;amp;sec=0&amp;amp;tz=local&amp;amp;lang=en&amp;amp;show=dhms&amp;amp;mode=r&amp;amp;cdir=down&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23CCFFFF&amp;amp;fgcolor=%23000000&amp;amp;title=Countdown%20To%20Take%20Off" width="250" height="365" scrolling="no" frameborder="1" style="overflow:hidden;width:15.6em;height:22.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7is7.com/otto/countdown.html?year=2009&amp;amp;month=1&amp;amp;date=17&amp;amp;hrs=20&amp;amp;ts=24&amp;amp;min=35&amp;amp;sec=0&amp;amp;tz=local&amp;amp;lang=en&amp;amp;show=dhms&amp;amp;mode=r&amp;amp;cdir=down&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23CCFFFF&amp;amp;fgcolor=%23000000&amp;amp;title=Countdown%20To%20Take%20Off"&gt;Countdown To Take Off&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been a blast, and I mean a blast. I'm a TEEN, I'm still starting to enjoy my life, and this is just the beginning(hahaha). But no sireee, I'm no wild child. And the weeks has all been about family and friends. Yes the two F's that rule everyone's lives. Or maybe some people's life is ruled by another form of F... If you know what I mean... Don't even go there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hang your thought,&lt;br /&gt;I manage to do some last minute shopping. And boy, packing is a really daunting process and it takes ages. You most likely wanna take everything but then you always have doubts if you'll ever use it. The horror is imagining all that shopping into 2 suitcases. But thankfully I did manage to get hold on a pair of CLUBBING STYLE shades and thanks to Taryn... Hahaha. I think its gonna prompt me to go for the Hongkie street style with little blend of Taiwan. Where vintage tees with bright colours come to play. And maybe some caps, truffles. I guess that will be something new for me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VINTAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll have Uncle Des(my coolest uncle.... well bro) to help me out as there are some awesome shops in Singapore that I'll love to go by to check out. Anyway, Uncle Des will help me if possible... as for the mean time I'll be keeping a fashion's eye on the shops around Sydney. I can bet there is so much more to offer over there than back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, besides clothes and fashion. I had to get some stuff for school, like a compass.... as in the one you use to draw circles... Not the one with the N - S.... I also had to get some supplies for the hair... I know all these preparation sounds so girlie, but i bet no matter guys or girls, if you wanna look good, there is more things to bring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as, I'm almost done packing, with only some accessories and cables that are still in use lying somewhere in the messy room, I think I've done a pretty good job thus far. Oh yea, I just forgot, I am very frustrated about the shoes, as guys shoes are rather big and taking up so much space! Imagine a hand luggage just for shoes... Hahaha, typical shopping queen, but I'm just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At certain times of the day, phones start to ring and they all manage to get their way to you. Even when the person calling did not intend to talk to you when they first called. Anyhow, farewell wishes are shouted with a certain zest into my ears and I must say, I am not deaf... No need of the shouting... And at some moments, they just had to add something, as in not verbally but an item. Asking you to bring it to so and so upon arrival. And my my my, its starting to ikkk me, as I havent got much space for my own stuff. But what the hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the happenings, I havent really tidied my room. So now you know that I still have my high school books with me, even when I'm no longer walking down that road again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I arrive in the land of Down Under...&lt;br /&gt;Life is gonna change but I wanna rock it like how I rocked Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;as if i really did...&lt;br /&gt;but I'm gonna be missing out on alot and gonna miss the people back at home...&lt;br /&gt;You, you and you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SWydmeNLWMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/zcKsQDxjBf4/s1600-h/DSC02272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SWydmeNLWMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/zcKsQDxjBf4/s400/DSC02272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290776946522413250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if I don't see you at the airport on Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;all the best, Mate&lt;br /&gt;-tight hugs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-6790080337451730542?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/6790080337451730542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=6790080337451730542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6790080337451730542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6790080337451730542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/counting-down-under.html' title='Counting Down Under'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SWydmeNLWMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/zcKsQDxjBf4/s72-c/DSC02272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-2148005054418584914</id><published>2009-01-10T14:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:56:20.263+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello's and Goodbye's</title><content type='html'>It has been an event-filled-week yet again. With movies and dinner parties, lunch dates, gatherings and even farewell parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as the date 17th January draws closer, as "X"-es marks down along the calendar, I'm soon all packed and ready to move. Thanks to a few close mates, they decided to throw me a farewell party. How sweet of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ananda Bhavan. Some India restaurant and boy did I have a meal. We had Gerald, Chun Kit, Joel, Beatrice, Jonathan and Charis. Later on, we went to Sunset Bistro along Batu Ferringhi. Had some drinks and headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that the party doesnt stop there but continues the following Friday which is 16th January. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, been going out with more people. Hai Sherng, Shu Lin, Liang Teng, U Wen.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't really recall all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. It has been a blast lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was to be again event-full but somehow things just didnt fall into plan and I have already clear space for the events. Somehow now, it feels rather empty.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time for me to take a break and rest up...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm running outta time, I better just grab it and make the most outta it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-2148005054418584914?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/2148005054418584914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=2148005054418584914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2148005054418584914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2148005054418584914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/hellos-and-goodbyes.html' title='Hello&apos;s and Goodbye&apos;s'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-7583076882370694827</id><published>2009-01-04T23:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:13:02.969+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CONFIRMED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;17th of January 2009&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;on a 8.35PM flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be at the airport around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;7PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my big move to Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that all of the people that are dear to me could be there to send me off, not that I want it so badly, but I really wish to spend a little more time with all of you. You guys(friends and family) mean a world to me. SERIOUSLY! But it is impossible for all of you of you to meet me up at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're interested please do come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bonus awaits you... You can watch me cry. I might or will cry... most likely....&lt;br /&gt;As I'll miss a lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say I'm just emotional and its not much of a big deal... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Its not like its the end of the world"&lt;/span&gt;.... Maybe not the end of the world but some parts of it.. They slowly turn into dust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I slowly pack my stuff and head of to a new adventure. I'll like that thank all of you back here, and may our paths intersect real soon. All the best to all of you. And once again &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, my friends.....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-7583076882370694827?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/7583076882370694827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=7583076882370694827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/7583076882370694827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/7583076882370694827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-5529386609298377754</id><published>2009-01-02T00:44:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:54:04.997+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2009</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt do much to welcome the new year. No countdown, no party. I was just too lazy I guess, a little tired due to the traveling. Once I got back home, I just wanted to stay there and not go squeeze with the crowd at some rave party. But this doesnt mean that I'm starting to retire from the party scene. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve was a little quiet this year. There were no long fireworks, I guess less than a minute as I didnt hear much noises from fire-crackers. And there werent many motorist honking to welcome the new year. In fact, I dont think I heard any. Unlike the other years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there werent an extravagant welcome for the new year. I bet and hope that 2009 will be so much better. And I wish and pray that everything well start to rise in a good manner one step at a time. The lessons learnt last year will be put into good use this year to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days go by, I'm starting to buy the things I need for my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; move and start packing for it too. With a heavy heart, the shirts have to be stacked into that little suitcase. On the other hand, with high hopes for a brand new beginning that I aim to make it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year's resolution is just to improve on what needs to be improved, maintain on what is already good. And rid of what needs to be rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's yours??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-5529386609298377754?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/5529386609298377754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=5529386609298377754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5529386609298377754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5529386609298377754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-6415699953891850826</id><published>2008-12-31T23:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:01:29.555+11:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 2008</title><content type='html'>Hey guess, sorry I havent updated this blog due to the traveling I've been doing. Since my last post most of the time was spent with the family(extended). Did meet some friends that mean a lot to me and even went to Pesta(first time there and boy boy boy it was FUN!)! Was preparing for the CHRISTMAS EVE PARTY! and boy it went well. I was so scared I didnt do a good job because I was left in charge of it this year. Thankfully everyone loved the food. That was a huge relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was a blast, I got really nice presents. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the party which ended about 4 something, I had a really really short nap. Woke up around 1 hour later to get ready to leave for the airport and off to TAIWAN! (so if you couldnt send messages in or contact me or there was no reply, it was all due to this. sorry guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we arrived in Taiwan, I was beat. BEAT! But the tour must go on. We arrived in Kao Shiong and slowly traveled up to Taipei in our 7 day trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited many interesting places and there were many night markets to explore. But to be honest, street side shops dont sell cheap. i can get something from Top Man at the same price. What the heck! But there were many trend setting stuff. But because it was winter, many shops were selling winter clothing which isnt much of a use back in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even had a farm stay, but when I say farm, it is not your ordinary farm though, ofcourse it was a recreational farm went for guest, with chalets and all. There were even cute piglets on the farm. But the thing that was the spotlight for that place was its hot springs. Got a dip in them and spa treatment. Not bad for a farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotels got better, bigger and so much nicer as we slowly move up to Taipei. Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about food, Taipei is famous for its snacks and it didnt let me down, like the beef noodles. But one thing is for sure, nothing can beat Malaysian food as it is still the top of the list as they are always rich in taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time was shopping and shopping but we didnt really shop at the night markets but at the real retail stores as you can compare the price and purchase. I really love what I bought :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I got back to Penang on a Cathay Pacific flight a few hours ago, I realised that time passes by so fast and during my trip I missed my Peps. And noticed that on my next flight which is around 2 weeks plus, I will be leaving Malaysia and starting anew. It will be a new way of life and a totally different place and a chance for a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss heaps of stuff some a lot, some just mere, but I surely will be missing a lot of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; -NEW YEAR'S BLUES-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I count down the days before I will be at the airport again. I'm gonna cherish all the time we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to sign off for year 2008 but first let me have a short synopsis about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I met the best and the worst things by far. Met awesome new people, lost some of last year's (SAD THING), met shit head people and also kicked out some. Hahaha. To be frank, this year wasnt the easy way but thankfully it wasnt, as it made me better, stronger and much more matured. Made me see things in a different way, a better way. Though there were sour and bitter moments, but the outcome was sweet. I had a sweet treat of knowledge at the end. I stayed on on many occasions even though it dreaded me, but I did learn, did earn at the end. I dont regret 2008, in fact I'm happy it happened. It's called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GROWING-UP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 2008 ends, I invite all of you back into my life in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;and may many many many good things happen in 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR &lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-6415699953891850826?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/6415699953891850826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=6415699953891850826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6415699953891850826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/6415699953891850826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-2008.html' title='End of 2008'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-2878690615518066836</id><published>2008-12-21T21:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:08:33.748+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Leona Lewis</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Gerald, really a genuine  thank you from the heart for introducing this song to me.. Its so nice... it is now another reason why i just love Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Leona Lewis' Run, it was originally Snow Patrol's single till Leona stole the show when she sang this song as a guest on X-Factor and now it is a cover song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YDB15vwZGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YDB15vwZGA&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;br /&gt;I'll sing it&lt;br /&gt;One last time for you&lt;br /&gt;Then we really have to go&lt;br /&gt;You've been the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;In all I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can barely look at you&lt;br /&gt;But every single time I do&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up, light up&lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder louder&lt;br /&gt;And we'll run for our lives&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly speak I understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you&lt;br /&gt;Can't raise your voice to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think&lt;br /&gt;I might not see those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Makes it so hard not to cry&lt;br /&gt;And as we say&lt;br /&gt;Our long goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I nearly do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up, light up&lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder louder&lt;br /&gt;And we'll run for our lives&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly speak I understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you&lt;br /&gt;Can't raise your voice to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-2878690615518066836?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/2878690615518066836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=2878690615518066836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2878690615518066836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2878690615518066836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-leona-lewis.html' title='I love Leona Lewis'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-7526298059845148506</id><published>2008-12-21T04:22:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T04:33:44.216+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day And Night</title><content type='html'>For the pass few days it has been crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Gurney Plaza for the pass 4 days or so, and everytime I'm there, I'll get to watch this stupid Christmas photo show there, it is by Power Rangers : Mystic Force... oOo, their performance were "AWESOME" *Rolls Eyes*. But at least it got those little kids jumping up and down, shouting for more more more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the pass few days, it has been crazy, I've been out with my close friends, school mates - high school, primary and even kindergarden(seriously)! And some of the days we would hang out from day to night and rather late, but I'm learning to be responsible and I'm doing it rather well, staying away from ALL the vices. I'm strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got my P License the other day, and have been driving just a little. 1st was driving my mum and sisters plus 2 cousins from my place to Island Plaza. But tonight, since my friends got tipsy while we were hanging out in Ferringhi, I had to drive them down, put them back home and get my another friend to drop me home. It was cool, I am an ok driver... no need to be fast, safety is the main concern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days will be even more hectic with more people to meet as I'm trying to meet everyone before I leave Penang, so that means I'm very packed, sometimes I have to meet almost all that I schedule to meet different people at different time of the day. But sometimes, we can just hang out till late at night as we have so much in common, that is why we are FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do admit, hell yeah I'm gonna miss them. I'll even miss hating people I hate... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that concludes for the pass few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, since my sister is back, we have been having family dinners as in all five of us are around and includes the extended family, and for two consecutive nights we had BUFFET! Once was Korean the other was Japanese. I'm really gaining some weight, really need to cut down on the eating. Even some people went, oh my you GREW as in weight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to work out, havent been doing that since exams really kick in a while ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Holidays&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;A Happy New Year  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-7526298059845148506?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/7526298059845148506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=7526298059845148506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby &lt;br /&gt;Baby, I stay in love with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying inside cause I &lt;br /&gt;can't stand it &lt;br /&gt;Make or break up &lt;br /&gt;Can't take this madness &lt;br /&gt;We don't even really know why &lt;br /&gt;All I know is baby &lt;br /&gt;I try and try so hard &lt;br /&gt;To keep our love alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dont' know me at this point &lt;br /&gt;Then I highly doubt you ever will &lt;br /&gt;I really need you to give me &lt;br /&gt;That unconditional &lt;br /&gt;love I used to feel &lt;br /&gt;It's no mistaking &lt;br /&gt;We're just erasing &lt;br /&gt;From our hearts and minds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know we said let go &lt;br /&gt;But I kept on hanging on &lt;br /&gt;Inside I know it's over &lt;br /&gt;You're really gone &lt;br /&gt;It's killing me &lt;br /&gt;Cause there ain't nothing &lt;br /&gt;That I can do &lt;br /&gt;Baby, I stay in love with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep on telling myself &lt;br /&gt;That you'll come back around &lt;br /&gt;And I try to front like "Oh well" &lt;br /&gt;Each time you let me down &lt;br /&gt;See I can't get over you now &lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do &lt;br /&gt;But baby, baby &lt;br /&gt;I stay in love with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na na &lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na na &lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na na &lt;br /&gt;Baby, I stay in love with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cuts so deep &lt;br /&gt;It hurts down to my soul &lt;br /&gt;My friends tell me &lt;br /&gt;I ain't the same no more &lt;br /&gt;We still need each other &lt;br /&gt;When we stumble and fall &lt;br /&gt;How we gon' act &lt;br /&gt;Like what we had &lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' at all now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what I wanna do is &lt;br /&gt;Ride shotgun next to you &lt;br /&gt;With the top down like we used to &lt;br /&gt;Hit the block &lt;br /&gt;Proud in the SUV &lt;br /&gt;We both know our heart is breaking &lt;br /&gt;Can we learn from our mistakes &lt;br /&gt;I can't last one moment alone &lt;br /&gt;Now go I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said let go &lt;br /&gt;But I kept on hanging on &lt;br /&gt;Inside I know it's over &lt;br /&gt;You're really gone &lt;br /&gt;It's killing me &lt;br /&gt;Cause there ain't nothing &lt;br /&gt;That I can do &lt;br /&gt;Baby, I stay in love with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep on telling myself &lt;br /&gt;That you'll come back around &lt;br /&gt;And I try to front like "Oh well" &lt;br /&gt;Each time you let me down &lt;br /&gt;See I can't get over you &lt;br /&gt;Now no matter what I do &lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby &lt;br /&gt;I stay in love with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said let go &lt;br /&gt;But I kept on hanging on &lt;br /&gt;Inside I know it's over &lt;br /&gt;You're really gone &lt;br /&gt;It's killing me &lt;br /&gt;Cause there ain't nothing &lt;br /&gt;That I can do &lt;br /&gt;Baby, I stay in love with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep on telling myself &lt;br /&gt;That you'll come back around &lt;br /&gt;And I try to front like "Oh well" &lt;br /&gt;Each time you let me down &lt;br /&gt;See I can't get over you &lt;br /&gt;Now no matter what I do &lt;br /&gt;But baby, baby &lt;br /&gt;I stay in love with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay in love Love &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I stay in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_YT07gKcfj"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_YT07gKcfj" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  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love'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-296867464744656126</id><published>2008-12-09T16:43:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:27:35.199+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from KL</title><content type='html'>Wow,&lt;br /&gt;Kl was a very tiring trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was out of computer for a few days... talking about that... The mother board of my own computer crashed and is in the workshop... And all my stuff are there... now my handphone and camera memory are so full as I havent got the chance upload them in the computer! Bugger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friday - 5dec08&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to KL by car, with Haur, Xian, Qing, Wendy, Jess and I squeezing our asses into a 5 seater-car and on a 4 hour journey! Oh, imagine the aches and pains, and the constant changing of positions to get the right one, but since there were four of us at the back, there was no right one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the radio doesnt work very well along the highway, we shut the radio up and had our own radio station. I got into my DJ mood and with the help of my phone and its speakers, I started the Seumas.Fm featuring me, DJ Seumas as the host. There were no commercials! But great music. We even made it so real and funny that we even had the info-traffic(minus Precilla Patrick)... We(or only me) tried to mimic air stewards aboard aircrafts during take off and landing... It was totally hilarious and entertaining... I'm glad I could bring laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived somewhere in the evening and went to Pyramids as we were staying so close to it, just next door - we were staying at Sunway Hotel. The room was nice and the place was comfy - but not as grand as where my parents were.... they were staying in The Venetian in Macao(they joined us a little later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Canton Bay, somewhere in Pyramids and boy did that place SUCK! It was crap and expensive... servings were small and food werent tasty! bad service too! I could bitch all day long about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, did light shopping, mostly to stock up on food for the hotel room... Got a phone call, and boy my friends and relatives were in Pyramid and asked me out on a movie.. We went to watch Wild Child starring Emma Roberts.... It wasnt a bad movie, it was rather amusing but sometimes predictable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movies, we went to a cafe to have some drinks... listen to music that came from yonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night went by, it wasnt young any more... I was sent back to my room and slipped into bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday - 6Dec08&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up early in the morning, went down to the lobby to have breakfast and rush to prepare for the Morning Tea ceremony of Ching's Wedding. Rush Rush Rush... Woo, luckily I got there in time to open the door for the groom and claiming my ang pow... WOOO, anyway, the proceeding proceeded to the suite of the bride... Again, the sisters of the bride or should i say the bride's maids were bullying the Heng Tais(Best Men)... This time, the task were even harder as before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they manage to get through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fast forward- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they claimed the bride, we were all taken to the Groom's place.. It was nice and big :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fast forward-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got back from his place, Jason and I went down to Summit USJ to meet up with Gerald as he had a charity food fair there and I was there to support, see, what a nice friend :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a little mad as Gerald was suppose to drop me back to my hotel in time to get ready for the Wedding Dinner.... But luckily I didnt lose my cool... but did bitch a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to the Hotel to prepare for the Dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice Dinner... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the dinner there were some intervals and we(cousins) spent a lot of time taking lots and lots of nice photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry there are just too much to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After The wedding went to Euphoria, Ministry of Sound, London! Club man club... we(the cousins and the best men and the bride and groom) club the night away into the wee hours, like 3 something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday - 7Dec08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up earlier than the whole crew... I had to leave back for Klang for another wedding... wow, it was really tiring, especially when I slept late last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed my stuff and hurried out of the room, dragging piggy-half-asleep Shannon out and to the lobby to meet my parents. As we waited for my uncle to come, my mother insisted that we cam-whore around the lobby and luckily I had my shades on as my eyes were red due to the sleepless nights... well, i think late hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So came my uncle... He drove us back to the Klang and right to the groom's house.. My cousin brought his bride home, and that means no time to rest... more reasons to stay awake.. maybe I should have tried Mr. Bean's tooth pick trick! putting them on my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the morning tea ceremony, my cousin's insisted that I followed them to do some last minute shopping, so I went, sacrificing my afternoon nap! We went to the biggest Jusco in South East Asia, which was located in Bukit Tinggi! It was my first time there and boy I was impress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didnt spend much time there, Kim just got herself fake eyelashes and some lip gloss.. Right after that, together with Fang Fang and I, the three stupiaks went to a saloon to meet up with RuShien... OMG! I shouldnt have followed... They did their hair and boy it was long.. one wash took so long.. and I cant believe they had to wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whats more, I had to prepare for tonight's wedding ceremony as I was the emcee! I was there like half a sleep, it got boring and boring-er! I was just about to jump at them from my seat! I mean, if it is taking so long, we should have went somewhere else! But luckily I found some entertainment as I was just about to murder them! So ladies, count your blessing, or i would have made an ugly scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little late to the wedding, thanks to Kim! She had to do her make up on and on! Tried to make her eyes look big, but complete failure, she looked more like a emo girl! Anyway, we arrived around 7.30pm, 30 minutes later than the time I was suppose to arrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panicked as it was so unprofessional of me to come late... so I kinda scattered as I prepared! But luckily things went well at the opening! But to be honest, there were so many last minute changes! SO MANY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was a nightmare! Just like when I had my radio show some time ago, I nearly lost my voice! But this was milder though, but I was to stay on stage for a longer while! I tried to find for sweets such as the godly - Hacks. Which helped me during the Radio Show! But no, there were no such things! So i tried Lemon Tea... And thank God it worked only a little, but it got me through the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had to speak softly as I was afraid I might pitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the end of the night, my cousins still wanted to go for Karaoke, but I was just too tired, so I had to turn them down and I was glad I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday - 9Dec08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up a little early as I already planned to hang out with some of my cousins (Fang and her BF, Shien and Kelly with her BF) at 1U! wooo, woke up got ready and went out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt really shop much, but I did have a great lunch and Carl's Junior! It serves really nice, maybe big, awesome burgers! It is a must try if you are there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I didnt shop much, as I didnt have my mum around.. But there was this FCUK jeans on sale... but I'll get it when I go back down to KL... I will be back!&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1U, I went back to get my stuff and went off to the airport and off back to Penang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-296867464744656126?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/296867464744656126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=296867464744656126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/296867464744656126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/296867464744656126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-kl.html' title='Back from KL'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-2739911866073271627</id><published>2008-12-05T04:34:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T04:46:23.136+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat</title><content type='html'>It has been a blast thus far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after SPM, it was fun none-stop, sometimes it really gets the toll on you... Makes you feel beat. Since the last paper, it was plans none stop. Went shopping for many days, not stopping. Used up a rather big load of money, even the inflation doesnt scare us(me and my cousins). Getting new things really calms the soul, like giving treats to a puppy who had done a trick... I think.(but not when the bill is totaled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been so pack, that I never had a day that didnt involved a plan. Even my organisers are getting filled in with heaps of stuff everyday. I had to write them on my calendar, my organiser, and also key it into my phone. And to be honest all plans were executed really well. I really enjoyed myself. Sometimes, there were changes to the original plans - cancellations and reschedules -, but never stopped the flow of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you plan out everything already and have a day or two empty (maybe to rest) but somehow I always get a phone call or someone calls up for a last minute outing. And I always said yes. So there werent any empty days where I stayed home all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes some of the event were scheduled on the same day and I was able to arrange them nicely. So I can go out with a bunch in the morning, another in the afternoon and someone else at night! Wow. But sorry to some people as you guys came late and I wasnt able to put a slot up for you... I had to pass, but thanks for the invite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm leaving Malaysia soon, so I am taking very opportunity to spend time with everyone if possible. I'll be down in KL from tomorrow(5dec) till Tuesday(9dec). Even it is not the same state. I'm packed! Non-stop man! 6,7,8 dec have an event EACH! and then, in the intervals, like noon or night, I am meeting heaps of people... hope they all do turn up! I really cant wait to meet my friends.. have some more FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So technically, I'm having too much fun for one person...&lt;br /&gt;but then I still can handle it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all scheduled way up till 17 January, right before I leave... We have places like Taiwan and Singapore on the list as well... Might add up even more... But then, I will still be planning more stuff that includes my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy Busy Busy!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-2739911866073271627?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/2739911866073271627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=2739911866073271627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2739911866073271627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2739911866073271627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2008/12/beat.html' title='Beat'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-4351849558082600670</id><published>2008-12-04T03:54:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T04:52:23.944+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Future</title><content type='html'>It is ok to plan for the future. Set your pathways, and create many many choices for yourself. It is undoubtedly a good move. But to be honest, it sure brings a headache, especially when you're in a junction where you can only choose one way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was caught in the twilight of my future for a rather long period than usual. And i can say it got me nausea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started months ago, even before my trial exams. I was already planning to join my other cousins in Australia. And since my family are Permanent  Residents, it was like one of the major choices, compared to UK and other parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I went to an education fair and we checked out a couple of schools especially foundations in various colleges around Australia. The first question we would ask is "A&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;re PRs allowed to do foundation?&lt;/span&gt;". But we would get a NO! After trying a few places, we got tired as the answers were all the same. We didnt bother asking the remaining ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do Dentistry as it is my first choice followed by Medicine. And foundation would be easier as the exams are easier compared to Year 12 in Australia. But then the con for foundation is that you would have a much more limited choices of Universities. You are most likely to get into the Uni where the foundation programme is offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, there was a source that told us about UNSW offering foundation to PRs and Citizen on a condition that they have never been in any kind Australian Education System. We were unsure at first so we went to check it out. And it somehow turned out true. It was really nice to know that. But (there is always a but) the thing is UNSW has no Dentistry only Medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was such. We thought it would be a good pathway. As I stand a better chance to Medicine through this. And if I'm really interested in Dentistry, I can change courses to Dentistry. And another thing is that there is only 3 Unis in Australia offering Dentistry as a undergrad programme. If I do manage to get into Medicine, it would be easier to branch off after the first year of medic if I'm really interested as they will see me as a First year medic student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to apply, done all my procedures. Did this, did that. I was accepted. But later on there was a twist. They soon revoked my acceptance letter and said that there is a policy, 'Who so ever is a PR and doing Foundation and is aiming for medicine cannot be accepted'. I was devastated, I had already imagine myself as a student over there. YEAH, it was a pain in the arse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, the other choice, was to opt back to the sure accepted first plan. Which was to do year 12 in a local high school. The pros were that I can do it for free and that I would have a wider choice of Unis. As for the cons, it is harder and I have to wear uniforms....hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we checked out a few schools in Sydney - Cherrybrooke and also Pennant Hills - My dad was even in Australia checking them out as he visited my sister. And I was to live with my aunt. It was a rather easier process, as I could just sit back and relax, as a place is already there for me. Just do simple procedures. And the good things is that they cant say NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did my job by filling in the application with some good references and they were sent to the schools. But I didnt get a reply from either of them. But no worries, even if I get there late and I'm staying in the area, they are forced to accept me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was the metal part that was taking a toll on me. I started to imagine my future and settle out the possible outcomes. It was rather gruesome. I was lethargic after every deep thinking. But then I came to a fast conclusion that I was soon to be a Year 12 student. I was so planning to be, but I still wanted to be a foundation student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So days went by, weeks, and even months, and right after my SPM! I mean that afternoon after the last paper. I had a phone call. I picked it up, and the agent that was in charge of my application for the foundation for UNSW was very enthusiastic and joyful. She told me she had good news and I asked what was it. "UNSW finally abolished the policy and you can do the foundation. They are offering you a Medic Foundation!". She also asked if I was interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah I was,&lt;br /&gt;I discussed it with my parents and my my my, they were as happy as I am too. I guess due to the economy slow down, the Uni is trying to get any students they can get. And my case was brought up to the board of directors and they approved of me. It was joy! My fees were even waivered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got a letter from UNSW asking me if I was still interested and explained the current situation. It was euphoric! I asked a few questions, got my things finalized and now, I'm off to UNSW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really thankful, have to thank everyone in the process of making it possible and also GOD. He made it possible, it was like a miracle! Like my aunt said, "Better than striking lottery!" He made the impossible, possible - literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the thing to do is to change my flight ticket, that means I dont get to stay for Chinese New Year as class starts on the 23rd of January! And start packing which is a daunting process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come to think of it. No matter what you plan, how many pathways you make possible. It all comes down to fate and destiny. If you are destined to get it you get it. But to keep options open is still a very good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say that this whole process, accepted than rejected than reaccepted again was like an epiphany for me. Now I'll appreciate this rare opportunity! And if I do get into Medic, that would be there cherry on top of the cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYNDEY, UNSW, HERE I COME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flying the Airbus A380 on the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17 of January 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do send me off guys :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/whNNAeKSNR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/whNNAeKSNR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/airprince24/music/iibgsGrt/chantal_kreviazuk_leaving_on_a_jet_plane/"&gt;Leaving on a jet plane - chantal kreviazuk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-4351849558082600670?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/4351849558082600670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=4351849558082600670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/4351849558082600670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/4351849558082600670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-future.html' title='Twilight Future'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-8888747178130533177</id><published>2008-12-02T18:34:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:22:25.773+11:00</updated><title type='text'>After Form 5</title><content type='html'>I have been absent from the blogging world for a long hiatus and finally I had the time to finally sit down by the computer and do a little update with my blog. Due to the constant events popping up, a lot has happened in the pass few months or at least since the last update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have been gone for a period already, haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some of the brief high lights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My 17th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27OCT08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a liberty to plan my own birthday party even though I was so close to having my SPM. As I know I'll be leaving for Down Under anytime soon, I thought it would be really great to have some of my friends over for a little party. And since my dad and elder sister were in Sydney, I only had my mum and younger sister as my guest if my friends werent around. Now, how can a party be great with only 3 people. So in came the reinforcements, which are the original 4,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; ME, GERALD, JOEL, CHUN KIT&lt;/span&gt; , they are undoubtedly my closest mates through my high school years. I know, I know, I'm going to be very friend-sick when I leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was planned a few days prior to it and with a hard decision, I finally ended up having dinner in Evergreen Laurel buffet. It turned out to be better than I expected, the food was great, I even got a free cake and also had my meal &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ON THE HOUSE!&lt;/span&gt; But whatever it is, it is the people that were there to celebrate my day was the important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also thanks to all those who wished me. It was really awesome. It made my day brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party was over, Joel drove us four out for a little drink at Starbucks. Soon after we took a stroll around Gurney Drive. It was really a night to remember. But I really wish there were more people. I would have loved it if everyone could make it, but of course money is of the matter. But to conclude it, it really was a fantastic evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SCHOOL GRADUATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31OCT08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 5 years of torment in Chung Ling High, I graduated like the rest of the students, with top honours? hahaha, as if. Anyway, the ceremony was simple, just like every other graduation ceremony. Speech after speech by all this "Very Idiotic People"(VIP). After their rumbling on and on, we had to endure a long line of people who have done super well in their studies and are receiving top honours - book vouchers :(  Anyway, they werent a bunch of pretty handsome and cool people, so it wasnt interesting at all, not like a fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the climax came when we started singing our graduation song and school anthem. Even though I've been in these walls(the school hall) for years, this is by far the best I've heard how the song was sung. It was full of energy, even was just fabulous. Even after the graduation ceremony came to an end, the teachers(MR Lye and MR Yeap) were singing to the students as we slowly joint in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SPM Examinations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11NOV08 - 27NOV08&lt;br /&gt;This is the event that took up most of my time. I was busy mugging - so not me. And I had to wake up early in the morning to go to school when all other students(non-fifth formers) were already on holiday. I was coming back from school when I saw my sister playing play station and I went, "Arent you going to school?"&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "I'm already on holiday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that spoiled the mood. hahaha, I totally had ZERO holiday mood, I mean zero. But then time went by fast - the first week was over and then the second and then the third came following too. It was done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather bearable. Ok, moderate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST-SPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27NOV08 - ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the last paper, a bunch of us. Me and my friends went out to finally have some fun. I mean real FUN! we went out and catch movies and did shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched James Bond. To be honest, if you noticed, it the latest installment, Quantum of Solace, James Bond did not do his trademark "I'm Bond, James Bond!" at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, my cousins are slowly arriving in from overseas for holidays and most importantly  Lam Wang Ching's(my cousin) wedding. Prior to the dinner ceremony, I had to bring many of them for shopping. And even bought some stuff for myself. We went shopping non-stop, nearly everyday. From morning till late evenings. But I had ample time, I didnt mind doing it, I loved it *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lam Wan Ching's Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30Nov08 &amp; 6Dec08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till present time, We've only done the first ceremony which was on the 30 of November. The latter hasnt been done yet and it will be all the way in KL. So all of us over in Penang will be traveling down to the capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wore really nice for the morning tea ceremony and all went according to plan. I was asked to open the door and for that I got a big Ang Pow. Later on, Since the bride's maid will have to create obstacles for the groom and his best men in order for them to claim the bride, one of them was to entertain the guest. I and Jessica came up with some really nice dance moves for the song "Beat It" by Michael Jackson. And all went superb. They got the moves right and proceed to other task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were easy, some were torment! but luckily, I'm on the brides side of the family. So we watch them do all those stupid task. I wonder during my wedding, what will I gotta do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they got the bride at last and the afternoon was left to get ready for the night ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the night ceremony, everyone wore really glamorous, I mean everyone pointing to our family - my uncles &amp; aunts, parents, cousins. Seriously, we look like celebrities when we entered the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the ceremony, good food was served. Besides that the music selection was good, that it got our aunties and uncles up on their feet and dance on the dance floor. We cousins too joint in the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night slowly came to a conclusion, it was really nice.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-8888747178130533177?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/8888747178130533177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=8888747178130533177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8888747178130533177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8888747178130533177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-form-5.html' title='After Form 5'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-8336234883494132464</id><published>2008-10-24T18:00:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:16:25.461+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>How much would it be to relive yesterdays, when you were just all bliss, say it be your childhood of the yester-years. I guess it was one year ago, when I was still happy and all was still fine. Imagine I was only caring of myself and no one else. But now, I'm too busy to care for myself when I have to impress others, be perfect for them. Even though so, I'm not saying that I regret of the change in me and my life. I'm glad being well-liked, but somehow it is the neglect. Have you ever felt, like you're trying to impress someone, being a perfect one for them, but you're actually doing the exact opposite. And in the end, we just drift apart when the person says, "I don't know you anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is just a little scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm to say is be true to yourself, be who you are.... Hell with the rest. LOL, but sometimes, I'm just a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how strong are Yesterdays? Beyond what you can think of, it is the only thing that has the power to crash dreams of the future, make just about anything turn obsolete and outdated. It can also take the most precious thing, Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about how time passes us by, I'm graduating high school soon enough. The so called High School Experience will soon come to an end. Sounds sad..... *I think*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So time to hang up those white school shoes. WHITE?!?!?! I dont think they look white to me anymore. Those shoes were the bomb in my high school life. They brought me to classes, ran with me, play football, basketball.... You get the picture. But lets paste them all in the memoirs of our high school years, to getter with the sweet memories, sour, bitter, ?Salty? and also ?unani? memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, I can say that I have no regrets about what happened in high school. But it is just the mildest taste of the journey of life that lies ahead. Here is just the beginning, you meet your best friends, your true friends. Same goes to those bitches and back-stabbers that appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow "ripe-er"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life embarks on a new journey. A new platform. A different stage for me to showcase what I got. To be honest, seeing major changes in your life aint alwasy the best thing. Changes may sometimes be good... Note the somtimes. but as I said, yesterdays eat away everything. You have to realise that not all that you wish for are serve on a plater to you, not all dreams are meant to come true, not all plans are to be exicuted. I know the book entitled "Seumas' Life Story" is written by me, Seumas. But it cant be denied that it is 100%, completely editted by Teh Eng Seng and Wong Yoke Lin(the parents). Its not that I say its a bad thing, parents knows best, but I want to feel respected for my choices. But all in all, I'm very thankful for all they gave me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is just another motto of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live today to the fullest,&lt;br /&gt;Let not regrets of yesterday rob you of today,&lt;br /&gt;Let not worries of the tomorrow hold you back from today,&lt;br /&gt;Live today to the fullest,&lt;br /&gt;and no regrets will there be in yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Worry not tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;as tomorrow will one day be today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-8336234883494132464?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/8336234883494132464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=8336234883494132464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8336234883494132464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/8336234883494132464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-3121252870836604483</id><published>2008-10-15T03:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:51:00.516+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girl</title><content type='html'>Just wanted Gossip Girl sean 2's first 3 episodes in a row. I really miss this series(I know, such girle show, guys shouldn't watch, but what the hell) For the first 3 episodes, yes it does move me, I guess watching each of the relationship unfold before your eyes, you just cant help but to reflect your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude so. there is a little manipulating bitch in all of us who tries to get everything we want. So hey there is a Blair Waldorf in all of us. She's cool, hot and furious. She's a diva. Anyway, a person like her, Queen B wants acknowledgment, recognition from her companion. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"3 words, 8 letters, say it, I'm yours"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Show me you want me and that I'm not just some delicate flower in your life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If she's of sort, what about us "mere" mortals. Yes, it cant be denied that a simple phrase does mean everything. Hearing it makes us get through the day. But would it be the same if it wasnt the special one who said it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, we do have the little angle of Vanessa in all of us at the same time. I mean when you do love and care for a person, you would really give up a lot for them or just have the thought of it if no actions were done. See what she done for Nate! I know I would have done the same but yet ther is no chance to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Serena Van Derwoodsen in us. There is a rise and fall in any companionship. Till where I have watched, yes, we could forgive each other and try to start over. But "forgive and forget" isnt that simple. The latter proved to be gruesome. How long do you think we can stand lying that everything is gonna be all right if it aint settled? With everything we've been through. You make me the happiest but we have the same stumbling block all the time. Yes, I do want you. Yet there is always a "but". Ewwwww, I hate asses.... oppss that's "BUTT". Hopefully there will be happy endings, but in life does it exist? Now that's fantasy vs reality. Bit why not make fantasy IN reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dan: " I though coming here was the right move, that everything will be all right, but I don't feel that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan:"I Still......"   Serena: ".....(always) love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, we do try to move on but not all of us are lucky to be given a second true love. We might end up just like Chuck Bass, or should I say Charlie. We might get a wonderful sex life, but yet the genuine love we had will always haunt us in a way. How hard we try to say we've moved on, but we're always just lying. We still love our "THE ONE". Yet again another Serena scene. Why dont we just give and take. Take in all of it. Accept each other's flaws and everything else will get better in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before you judge someone or point your stubby fingers at someone, look at yourself , we're not so different as you think. we're all THE VICTIMS OF TRUE LOVE. only pure would be able to spark off this sort of feeling that cant be put in words. But the closest it could be related to is "LOST" or perhaps its the magic of L-O-V-E, maybe side effect sounds better....... its still an enigma....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a song hand picked by me for the Serenas and Chucks..... or Blairs and Vanessas alike....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9Fd3xA41l6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9Fd3xA41l6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/legendaryheart/music/y9HGPECF/leona_lewis_better_in_time_instrumental/"&gt;Better In Time - Instrumental - Leona Lewis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been the longest winter without you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know where to turn to&lt;br /&gt;See somehow I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going coming thought I heard a knock&lt;br /&gt;Who's there no one&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that I deserve it&lt;br /&gt;Now I realise that I really didn't know&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't notice you mean everything&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm gon' be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't turn on the TV&lt;br /&gt;Without something there to remaind me&lt;br /&gt;Was it all that easy&lt;br /&gt;To just put aside your feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm dreaming don't wanna laugh&lt;br /&gt;Hurt my feelings but that's the path&lt;br /&gt;I believe in&lt;br /&gt;And I know that time will heal it&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't notice boy you meant everything&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm gon' be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there's no more you and me&lt;br /&gt;It's time I let you go&lt;br /&gt;So I can be free&lt;br /&gt;And live my life how it should be&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard it is I'll be fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: X2]&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-3121252870836604483?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/3121252870836604483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=3121252870836604483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3121252870836604483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/3121252870836604483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2008/10/gossip-girl.html' title='Gossip Girl'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-2053766826324705067</id><published>2008-10-15T02:55:00.016+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:26:39.386+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Raya</title><content type='html'>They came&lt;br /&gt;and they left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened kinda fast. My uncle, aunts and cousins came down for a little visit during the one week Raya holiday. It was just fab. One of my favourite cousin came to pay a visit. Weee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we brought them around Penang tour. And honestly, as a Penangnite for as long as I can recall, I've never been to a lot or maybe most of the places listed under the UNESCO World Heritage list. What a pity, but this time I had the chance to visit the clan jetties, Khoo Kongsi and ofcourse the famous Fort Cornwallis(Famous?? not quite)... But as you know, with recognition, this places start to charge fees for entry. i think RM3 to 5 but its kinda worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos of Khoo Kongsi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTDoIlTGXI/AAAAAAAAASk/SVtyPrIYBYI/s1600-h/DSC04222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTDoIlTGXI/AAAAAAAAASk/SVtyPrIYBYI/s400/DSC04222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257041759314319730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTD17mE63I/AAAAAAAAASs/2V50btROKHM/s1600-h/DSC04223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTD17mE63I/AAAAAAAAASs/2V50btROKHM/s400/DSC04223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257041996346092402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTCGvKEfNI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hp8ZNuZJfSg/s1600-h/DSC04206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTCdGrBMUI/AAAAAAAAARs/B7QeE88RoYU/s400/DSC04207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257040470311252290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTCmwecIfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/riMJYfIvYoU/s1600-h/DSC04210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTCmwecIfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/riMJYfIvYoU/s400/DSC04210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257040636151603698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTCx58RkEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Juq9_G62oXc/s1600-h/DSC04208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTCx58RkEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Juq9_G62oXc/s400/DSC04208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257040827671220290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTC9IeNC5I/AAAAAAAAASE/9UibG_g7RwY/s1600-h/DSC04214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTC9IeNC5I/AAAAAAAAASE/9UibG_g7RwY/s400/DSC04214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257041020550187922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTDHimPSkI/AAAAAAAAASM/etGsM3ikSIs/s1600-h/DSC04216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTDHimPSkI/AAAAAAAAASM/etGsM3ikSIs/s400/DSC04216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257041199361903170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTDQ7EEg0I/AAAAAAAAASU/fvrd06MtUz0/s1600-h/DSC04215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTDQ7EEg0I/AAAAAAAAASU/fvrd06MtUz0/s400/DSC04215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257041360548299586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTDcose2OI/AAAAAAAAASc/1wBpy_cAmbA/s1600-h/DSC04220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTDcose2OI/AAAAAAAAASc/1wBpy_cAmbA/s400/DSC04220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257041561775954146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTECd16OSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/TFZTA4DzkVg/s1600-h/DSC04218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTECd16OSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/TFZTA4DzkVg/s400/DSC04218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257042211697735970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTETy--_4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/x2PZaj0VB8E/s1600-h/DSC04217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTETy--_4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/x2PZaj0VB8E/s400/DSC04217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257042509430718338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to have some C-O-C-O-N-U-T... yeah... well we havd to eat the flesh in a kinda primitive way, using the shell of the coconut as a spoon. Well, I got Kimmy to demo... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTEv37snrI/AAAAAAAAATE/XQemaUUakJI/s1600-h/DSC04226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTEv37snrI/AAAAAAAAATE/XQemaUUakJI/s400/DSC04226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257042991795445426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTE5B-tEaI/AAAAAAAAATM/-jXVTr46aPI/s1600-h/DSC04227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTE5B-tEaI/AAAAAAAAATM/-jXVTr46aPI/s400/DSC04227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257043149111234978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, during the evening, to complete the trip, it has turned out to be a tradition to bring our visitors to my dad's restaurant... my dad aint a chef though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I got some greedy pig on camera, caught "red-mouthed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTFfxYq0QI/AAAAAAAAATU/uEaVEgFCD-0/s1600-h/DSC04233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTFfxYq0QI/AAAAAAAAATU/uEaVEgFCD-0/s400/DSC04233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257043814671634690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIM..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTGKUkcFjI/AAAAAAAAATc/F3wLyMCj87Q/s1600-h/DSC04234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTGKUkcFjI/AAAAAAAAATc/F3wLyMCj87Q/s400/DSC04234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257044545670747698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNATCH................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTGdThgE9I/AAAAAAAAATk/5yQIBceBQHk/s1600-h/DSC04235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTGdThgE9I/AAAAAAAAATk/5yQIBceBQHk/s400/DSC04235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257044871807505362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOBBLE.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, third day of raya, the whole lot of us went to Kedah, and this is the 2nd time I've been there and it is the second time I think the place isnt my kinda place, I'm a city boy, I think I can only survive in either paradise or a city equivalent to Penang City or more advance... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since It was raya, I was spotted sporting a baju melayu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTHPRMVLuI/AAAAAAAAATs/sGVzHqighXg/s1600-h/DSC04255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTHPRMVLuI/AAAAAAAAATs/sGVzHqighXg/s400/DSC04255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257045730175299298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA TO ALL&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;MAAF ZAHIR BATIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTHvpqAcFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/P2IUImxQu-Q/s1600-h/DSC04253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTHvpqAcFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/P2IUImxQu-Q/s400/DSC04253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257046286498033746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-2053766826324705067?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/2053766826324705067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=2053766826324705067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2053766826324705067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2053766826324705067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2008/10/raya.html' title='The Raya'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SPTDoIlTGXI/AAAAAAAAASk/SVtyPrIYBYI/s72-c/DSC04222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-2252400195138863567</id><published>2008-10-04T04:38:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T06:06:42.388+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet October</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the month of &lt;strong&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It is my month. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully this month I will be much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let the countdown begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.7is7.com/otto/countdown.html?year=2008&amp;amp;month=10&amp;amp;date=27&amp;amp;hrs=0&amp;amp;ts=24&amp;amp;min=0&amp;amp;sec=0&amp;amp;tz=local&amp;amp;lang=en&amp;amp;show=dhms&amp;amp;mode=r&amp;amp;cdir=down&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23CCFFFF&amp;amp;fgcolor=%23000000&amp;amp;title=BIRTHDAY%202008" width="250" height="365" scrolling="no" frameborder="1" style="overflow:hidden;width:15.6em;height:22.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7is7.com/otto/countdown.html?year=2008&amp;amp;month=10&amp;amp;date=27&amp;amp;hrs=0&amp;amp;ts=24&amp;amp;min=0&amp;amp;sec=0&amp;amp;tz=local&amp;amp;lang=en&amp;amp;show=dhms&amp;amp;mode=r&amp;amp;cdir=down&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23CCFFFF&amp;amp;fgcolor=%23000000&amp;amp;title=BIRTHDAY%202008"&gt;BIRTHDAY 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;27 OCTOBER 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, there are a lot of things I want, but hey, that aint the best for me. The best present anyone can give me would be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000160;"&gt;THE GIFT OF YOUR TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-2252400195138863567?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/2252400195138863567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=2252400195138863567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2252400195138863567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/2252400195138863567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-october.html' title='Sweet October'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-1608511051376038556</id><published>2008-10-04T03:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T03:46:51.503+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs of Our Times</title><content type='html'>It is no doubt that the songs we usually hear lately and like or feel connected to it is because we are in the same boat to whoever who is singing that song. Happy tune or sad. We know what its like to be in their shoes and all we have to do is stay in OUR shoes. That easy! If we could write our own songs, a million tunes would I have made. But without much talent, we would have to opt to singing what others have written. But they, it doesnt matter what it is, as long as we can sing out what we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life have recently creased to suck. And i mean totally, everything is happening, but not the things that really matter much to me, not to say that nothing matters. But the things that I truely treasure, the things that made me today are still on hold and not really moving much and I really want it to. I havent had the best of times as I've change my lifestyle since a year ago, i guess, and now i dont quite like it. It is now tainted by the pass. I does haunt me from time to time, and ever so yet increasing. Till a verge of annoyance. But hey ho, if only things were moving on fine, I wouldnt have been so paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not blaming anyone but myself. Yeah, I'm that sorta person, taking in the blame for anything. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the irony is here, " THE ANITDOTE TO MY BROKEN HEART IS DERIVED FROM THE POISON THAT SHATTERED IT " , that is what I knew quite sometime. But everything is always there blocking me from what actually makes me smile. My Bliss. Is is so that is why I never give up. I keep fighting and pushing? But hey, I know someday people will give in, and you'll get what you want. Good things happen for those who wait. I hope I've done mine. And when I do strike a deal, I wanna prove to you that I'm a mature kid(oxymoron) and I'll not break it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a give and take situation, at least try to make it fair, I dont wanna just keep giving when I'm not receiving. I'm not complaining or anything, but hey, who in this world would be THAT KIND??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, night is darkest before it hits dawn. See I'm such an optimist. But is it for the right thing?? hahaha, I'm sure it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what songs have been related to me lately, kinda sad songs but I'm seeing a turn around. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_WNYz-phIw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_WNYz-phIw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/avrillavigne/music/na5Whu9r/avril_lavigne_when_youre_gone/"&gt;When Youre Gone - Avril Lavigne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie&lt;br /&gt;Is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;the words I need to hear&lt;br /&gt;to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you&lt;br /&gt;I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;All the words I need to hear&lt;br /&gt;to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;All the words I need to hear&lt;br /&gt;will always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/sEnPQEGZe5"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/sEnPQEGZe5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/lewiscat/music/n-e75e6C/leona_lewis_bleeding_love/"&gt;Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed off from love&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t need the pain&lt;br /&gt;Once or twice was enough&lt;br /&gt;And it was all in vain&lt;br /&gt;Time starts to pass&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it you’re frozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time with you&lt;br /&gt;My heart melts into the ground&lt;br /&gt;Found something true&lt;br /&gt;And everyone’s looking round&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I’m going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s crippled by the vain&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard not to hear&lt;br /&gt;But they talk so loud&lt;br /&gt;Their piercing sounds fill my ears&lt;br /&gt;Try to fill me with doubt&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know that the goal&lt;br /&gt;Is to keep me from falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothings greater&lt;br /&gt;Than the rush that comes with your embrace&lt;br /&gt;And in this world of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Yet everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Thinks that I’m going crazy, maybe, maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care what they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s crippled by the vain&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s draining all of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh they find it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be wearing these scars&lt;br /&gt;For everyone to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s crippled by the vain&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the lyrics that really mean a lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-1608511051376038556?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/1608511051376038556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=1608511051376038556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/1608511051376038556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/1608511051376038556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2008/10/songs-of-our-times.html' title='Songs of Our Times'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-4126685401405873511</id><published>2008-09-21T16:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:38:43.615+10:00</updated><title type='text'>GOT TO MOVE ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SEUMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU GOT TO MOVE ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-4126685401405873511?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/4126685401405873511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=4126685401405873511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/4126685401405873511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/4126685401405873511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-to-move-on.html' title='GOT TO MOVE ON'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-4034341025490285560</id><published>2008-09-20T16:30:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:41:40.039+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tune in My Head</title><content type='html'>Its been nearly a year now since these songs started playing from my Ipod, but till now, the meaning still pays a big role. The people that dedicated it was and still is something else too. The meaning it brought back then never changed till now. The truth still lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/YbwsJgnEUm"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/YbwsJgnEUm" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ghostfacekillah13/music/c-Wn_QAE/john_legend_ordinary_people/"&gt;Ordinary People - John Legend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl im in love with you&lt;br /&gt;This ain't the honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;Past the infatuation phase&lt;br /&gt;Right in the thick of love&lt;br /&gt;At times we get sick of love&lt;br /&gt;It seems like we argue everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i misbehaved&lt;br /&gt;And you made your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And we both still got room left to grow&lt;br /&gt;And though love sometimes hurts&lt;br /&gt;I still put you first&lt;br /&gt;And we'll make this thing work&lt;br /&gt;But I think we should take it slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;We don't know which way to go&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we're ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll take it slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a movie no&lt;br /&gt;No fairy tale conclusion ya'll&lt;br /&gt;It gets more confusing everyday&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;Then we head back to hell again&lt;br /&gt;We kiss and we make up on the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang up you call&lt;br /&gt;We rise and we fall&lt;br /&gt;And we feel like just walking away&lt;br /&gt;As our love advances&lt;br /&gt;We take second chances&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I Still want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;We don't know which way to go&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we're ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll take it slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll live and learn&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll stay, maybe you'll leave,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll return&lt;br /&gt;Maybe another fight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we won't survive&lt;br /&gt;But maybe we'll grow&lt;br /&gt;We never know baby youuuu and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;We don't know which way to go&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we're ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should take it slow (Heyyy)&lt;br /&gt;We're just ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;We don't know which way to go&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we're ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll take it slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/WVj1WyqPge"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/WVj1WyqPge" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/3-OAo_/music/Nvdr7a40/jack_johnson_better_together/"&gt;Better Together - Jack Johnson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There's no combination of words&lt;br /&gt;I could put on the back of a postcard&lt;br /&gt;No song that I could sing&lt;br /&gt;But I can try for your heart&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams, and they are made out of real things&lt;br /&gt;Like a, shoebox of photographs&lt;br /&gt;With sepiatone loving&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer,&lt;br /&gt;At least for most of the questions in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like why are we here? And where do we go?&lt;br /&gt;And how come it's so hard?&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;MMM it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of these moments&lt;br /&gt;Just might find their way into my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I know that they'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;When the morning light sings&lt;br /&gt;And brings new things&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow night you see&lt;br /&gt;That they'll be gone too&lt;br /&gt;Too many things I have to do&lt;br /&gt;But if all of these dreams might find their way&lt;br /&gt;Into my day to day scene&lt;br /&gt;I'd be under the impression&lt;br /&gt;I was somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;With only two&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you&lt;br /&gt;Not so many things we got to do&lt;br /&gt;Or places we got to be&lt;br /&gt;We'll Sit beneath the mango tree now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, we're somewhere in between together&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMmmmm MMMmmmm Mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;I believe in memories&lt;br /&gt;They look so, so pretty when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, and when I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;You look so pretty sleeping next to me&lt;br /&gt;But there is not enough time,&lt;br /&gt;And there is no, no song I could sing&lt;br /&gt;And there is no, combination of words I could say&lt;br /&gt;But I will still tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;We're better together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many songs that could sing out the scenes, the feeling, the thoughts in our head as our stories run by. With all that combined, you can feel the story flow. Feel what the characters feel, the conflicts, the heart aches, the joys, the love, and the fall.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-4034341025490285560?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/4034341025490285560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=4034341025490285560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/4034341025490285560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/4034341025490285560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/2008/09/tune-in-my-head.html' title='The Tune in My Head'/><author><name>Seumas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03385639813986987691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SreDyGjOuiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tCxnwUSVJhg/S220/P1070482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905219749648892760.post-5979496270467612842</id><published>2008-09-20T15:44:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:27:47.385+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>I know I am a really undedicated blogger and hasnt been posting much here... But hey, its not my fault. I've been to packed up with exams as it is my trials for my O-Levels. Have been burying my head for the pass few weeks. Well, you should know I'm the very last minute kinda person. I mean I need the adrenaline to work better. But yet, I'm not the kind that burns the midnight oil, I still enjoy my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as this will be my last examination, not counting the real O-Levels, I think I really didnt put up much effort into it. Just a month or even longer than that, you could see people walking around with books in their hands. While everyone was gearing up, putting up strong amour for the "great battle", I on the other hand has been slacking, taking it kinda easy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SNXnzWW8U9I/AAAAAAAAANY/zuXGM_hC8f8/s1600-h/DSC04152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SNXnzWW8U9I/AAAAAAAAANY/zuXGM_hC8f8/s400/DSC04152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248355810131334098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by looking at the last two weeks of exams(1 more week to go), I can say I faired rather well, not too good not too bad. So why torture yourself when you know you're going to do about the same when you work really hard or take one step at the time. I'm not that brainy student but I know where my limits are, although I do push myself but hey, I dont need a mental break down, at least not during my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must admit, I did black out during one of the subjects that I should bee scoring. Due to my average results for Additional Mathematics which has been considered above par... not too far above... I've somehow develop the urge to do well every single time, creating another close perfect results to fit into my track record. But I guess this prodigious birth of this feeling took the best of me. In the first paper(Paper 2) I had a black out. A mental shut down. I knew what I was doing. Everything was in front of my eyes, but I just couldnt see it. Sometimes I even drew the portions or lines that needed to be done to solve the questions but I was just too panicky to even take notice of what I've drawn and start thinking too far off course... But luckily there was a quick come back at the second paper(paper 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, since I havent been updating for sometime. Myriads of things have been happening. Both physical and metal. This is yet another challenging phase of my life, growing up, so there are times I just keep knocking myself into the wall. Maybe if I knock hard enough, I might create a new pathway from that wall... hahaha. So what it is to say, that there has been some reflecting, over and over again. Some soul searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the physical side, If you guys didnt know. I had a haircut and totally changed my hair style, not the normal hairstyle I use to cut. If you guys have noticed from all the photos I've previously posted up. You may see that I always have this normal hairstyle with fringes. But this time, I've decided to shave them off, all off. Well it is hard to tell you how it looks like in words, but hey it still looks good in fashion sense and I like it. But seriously, it really took some time to get use to it as I have been having my fringe for some time now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SNXoo02JWcI/AAAAAAAAANg/5oNVL-nSXO8/s1600-h/DSC04145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SNXoo02JWcI/AAAAAAAAANg/5oNVL-nSXO8/s400/DSC04145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248356728848341442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SNXo_RMospI/AAAAAAAAANo/UbKM_1OdDho/s1600-h/DSC04147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SNXo_RMospI/AAAAAAAAANo/UbKM_1OdDho/s400/DSC04147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248357114415985298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SNXpOkoMU7I/AAAAAAAAANw/ywbQwoDV4YM/s1600-h/DSC04148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1xWJEvX_8/SNXpOkoMU7I/AAAAAAAAANw/ywbQwoDV4YM/s400/DSC04148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248357377329877938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the pictures are so vain, but too bad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905219749648892760-5979496270467612842?l=seumas-seumas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seumas-seumas.blogspot.com/feeds/5979496270467612842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905219749648892760&amp;postID=5979496270467612842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/5979496270467612842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905219749648892760/posts/default/597949627046761
