<?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-5803230</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:17:02.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple but yet not so simple life of mine</title><subtitle type='html'>God is my purpose in life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-112516276435403767</id><published>2005-08-28T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T01:12:44.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hhhhai... Hhhhai...  Hhhhai...Zup Peeps~ Sam's in the house! Actually, the only one that can enter this house. ^.-)Anyways, I'm so touched... to have recieved this medal(blog...) not really touch as in touched but... --- Hahahas. I've to thank TWP for revivin my blog and so, THANKIEW!!! =/Well, haven't been bloggin. Don't feel like it, but now I am. =) Been really blessed and all, in SCHOOL... in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/112516276435403767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/112516276435403767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112516276435403767' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-110779233191432625</id><published>2005-02-08T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T00:05:31.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heyz people... From now on, this will be my testimonials and only testimonials i have of the blessings of the lord upon me... =) Hahahas... Trust me. It's alot... Let me start with a simple one...Wanted a mouse at least not a ball mouse for some time... asked god for one... then today, or should i say Monday, Zhen called up and asked me if i wanted a mouse that's not working well (to be precise</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/110779233191432625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/110779233191432625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110779233191432625' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-109698561668664933</id><published>2004-10-05T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T22:13:36.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~Morning people~ My exams are here but I'm still online... Hahaha. Know wad? I am definately going to score for this exam man. I totally gave up on my Chinese but I'll see it gettin better for I can't do nth but rely on him... The more I work for my Chinese, the worse I get. But the more I give up, the more it get's better. Why? Cause Daddy Jesus totally took over man... He rocks~! Hahaha. YEAH </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/109698561668664933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/109698561668664933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109698561668664933' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-109499757622271308</id><published>2004-09-12T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T21:59:36.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ello~ Know what? GIG was great very good... Though somebody was unable to make it... Was so so so happy that i was able to see this someone... But turned out that she didn't turn up... cause she had something more important... She felt that she had to choose to go there more... So let her go lor... Nth I could do... When I recieve that info... I was stunned... I was lost... Honestly part of me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/109499757622271308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/109499757622271308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109499757622271308' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-109487105535396794</id><published>2004-09-11T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T10:50:55.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey peeps~ My Daddy Jesus is really really goood ya? I can't help but to blog bout him... Know what? I prayed... I prayed for him to get me more clothes and only talked to him bout it... But know what? Hahaha... one week later, my mum asked me to follow her (pei ma ma yi xia) to buy stuff... So i just follow lor... She went there... saw 501!!! .... But didn't buy... hahaha.. ask her not to buy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/109487105535396794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/109487105535396794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109487105535396794' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-109447096197116054</id><published>2004-09-06T19:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T19:46:19.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~Bloggin here today for my mei~"Hey people... today, went online, talked to a gal that had a crush (as she said) on me, the first gal that said that she has a crush on me... she had a 'crush' on me since... quite a long time ago... at least more then 4 mths i guess. Today, she told me that her feelings for me has died... that she treats me no more then a kor to a mei... A part of me died... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/109447096197116054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/109447096197116054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109447096197116054' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-109405213465491210</id><published>2004-09-01T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:22:14.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ello~ hahaha.... well, i'm really really glad that people care... Thanks you guys~!!! Hahaha Bloggin cause I've awaken... I have a choice. A choice to be happy or sad. Everything is about decisions... Just weather I wanna be happy or not... I wanna be happy. I hope all those that people that has given up on me will give me one more chance? At least to be there to help me to stay happy? Thanks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/109405213465491210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/109405213465491210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109405213465491210' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-109206680665873353</id><published>2004-08-09T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T23:53:26.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey people... I have no one to talk to right now... Except Daddy god~! I wanna cry right now... Sigh... I dunno... Lord. You are the only one i can Love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/109206680665873353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/109206680665873353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109206680665873353' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-108869899581707012</id><published>2004-07-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T00:23:15.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heyao... Hahaha... Surprised to see people taggin... Thanks man... Really appreciate it... lotz... Currently kinda dry? Teenzeal's gonna be only 2 weeks a month... That is so so so sad... Really empty... kinda sad too... yup... hahahas. But really see that i've changed... Had spike cause I told daddy god I wanna have spike... Didn't really do much... Just went to cut my hair and was able to spike</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/108869899581707012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/108869899581707012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108869899581707012' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-108355028504489948</id><published>2004-05-03T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T10:14:34.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry people. Haven’t been typing for a long time… Some things have been happening around me… Good and bad I suppose. Anyway, My mum has confiscated my hp for bout a month and I can only use it on Sunday. Sorry. Sorry Mei… I really wanna talk to you but. I can’t go online these days. You don’t wanna talk on the phone either. So… All I can do is to try to come online whenever I can and message </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/108355028504489948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/108355028504489948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108355028504489948' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107873768740833456</id><published>2004-03-08T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T17:23:41.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Evening people. Had an Asmaha attack this morning. Was absent from school today. Thanks people. For the care and concern you gave to me. I'm wide awake by now. All the bad things are gone! IN JESUS NAME. Hahaha. See. I'm perfectly fine. I do not hate that guy. In fact I admire him to bring up the courage to say that. At least this shows that he cares. Even if he doesn't I should still thank him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107873768740833456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107873768740833456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107873768740833456' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107827702100898903</id><published>2004-03-03T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T09:25:49.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hahahaha. Hey people. Heard that? Someone says my blogs pathetic. That's kool right. At least a pathetic guy gets his comments by passerbys and stuff. Hey. I do crap. Big time. I mean. What do you expect from a guy who is always broken. Tell me man. Think bout it. I should stop these crap and blog more bout happy stuff. Ok. I will. When some happy stuff comes? I hope.Just finished my common </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107827702100898903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107827702100898903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107827702100898903' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107734108913920169</id><published>2004-02-21T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T13:26:46.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok. Sorry. I take back my words. Not all galz suck... Okay? I'm saying sorry to those that came here. Which ever gal, if there ever was one that came. Well... I'm not really sure myself. Galz are complicated. Very. I totally do not understand them. Trying to live without them but can't do so no matter what. Why? I'm not so sure myself. They are created by god... he created me, guys, gals. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107734108913920169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107734108913920169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107734108913920169' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107673617765517027</id><published>2004-02-14T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T13:24:48.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hm. Like i said, I became cold? Maybe not. Not yet. It will turn even worse. If you think that i am still ok, still like before, let me tell you that you are wrong. I just hope i will not turn into a coldblooded beast. I think I've hurt some people already. I dunno. Maybe if i hurt others, i will not get hurt. But. If you ask me if i can choose to get hurt or hurt others, in the past i would say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107673617765517027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107673617765517027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107673617765517027' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107496333601079788</id><published>2004-01-25T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T00:57:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now on. My heart. Is hardened. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107496333601079788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107496333601079788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496333601079788' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107470491528549979</id><published>2004-01-22T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T01:12:42.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry gal Sorry sorry sorry sorry so so so so sorry. I know you wouldn't accept my apologies. I know you changed your blog add again. I know that you hate me to the core now. Why? Cause i said one sentence that i said out of anger. That time at that moment. I was really very angry about something else. Then, I didn't want to talk about you cause i thought at that time you were angry with me. Now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107470491528549979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107470491528549979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107470491528549979' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107443552747676332</id><published>2004-01-18T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T22:20:11.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry people. I Dunne. Today, specially today, besides everyday, I felt very very bad. Very lonely. Very. Left out. Those. Not suppose to be there kinda feeling. Like. No one wants you to be there kinda feelin. I dunno. I do feel that i am. Maybe at the wrong place with the wrong people at the wrong time. But. Well. I really really really hope to have a great great great friend. Physically. Like.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107443552747676332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107443552747676332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107443552747676332' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107404954491362958</id><published>2004-01-14T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T11:07:04.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, I find that gals are very heartless. You know right. Guys. When lets say this guy like this gal then the gal does not like that guy then that gal will avoid that guy. Do you gals know that the guys will feeeel very very very hurt. Do you know that guys hearts are weaker then gals? It is proven. I dunno how but i know it is proven somewhere somehow. Up to you to believe if ot not. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107404954491362958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107404954491362958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107404954491362958' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107268662897478387</id><published>2003-12-29T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T16:31:32.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ada. Do you know that. They way you act. May make someone really worried? Do you? Lets say if you don't, now you do. You have made me worried. Maybe it is my fault. Starting with it. But i asked you to stop. I didn't command you to. But ask. As a friend. I hate it when you have this. When i know you don have. I did not talk to you for such a long time. And i really want to. What do you do? You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107268662897478387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107268662897478387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107268662897478387' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107192881778889634</id><published>2003-12-20T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T22:01:13.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have found out that people that are good. Don talk to me. Except Jesus. Why do i say that? I'll tell you why. Church..... People... When i talk to them. They will definitely reply very slowly. Not that i don have patients but. Really. They always give an excuse that they are talking to alot of people. And that they are busy. Alot of stuff.... So. I always feel left out.One thing for sure that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107192881778889634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107192881778889634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107192881778889634' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107189813999568621</id><published>2003-12-20T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T13:29:54.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some great guy. Told me. That. At the age of 13 to 18, guys get gf for either company, or sex. I am sure now, that mine is company. Cause. I hope. It is. Hahaha. That's why. Gals. When you read this. Remember that. Deep in your mind. That. Be careful of guys, including myself.You might think. Oh. I like this guy. He is the best. He will never do such a thing. But... You may never know. He may </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107189813999568621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107189813999568621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107189813999568621' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107189771298569433</id><published>2003-12-20T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T13:22:47.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hahahaha. Okay. It is just admire. I am definitely sure of it. 100% sure. Hahaha. You wanna know why I am so sure? Cause. I am. Hahaha. I just am. Besides. Even if i have a crush on someone. I will make the feeling go away. Cause i don't wanna feel broken anymore. Unless. Someone likes me, I will not reject that person. But be with that person. Cause i know how it feels to be rejected.... I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107189771298569433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107189771298569433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107189771298569433' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107156757978657310</id><published>2003-12-16T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T17:40:30.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets see. Now i think i admire someone. And yet. I don think i just admire her. I think i have a crush on her. Let me tell you what so bad about it. It is because. She is TWO years older then me. How? See ah. I dunno why i "admire" her. And i kinda miss her. Maybe not kinda. ALOT. Cause she is not usually with my group in church. She went to Israel. Great place. I wanna go there. And i can go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107156757978657310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107156757978657310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107156757978657310' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107113171620594607</id><published>2003-12-11T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T16:36:02.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thinking. Thinking again. i really need god. i really need a company. and only god can accompany me every single moment of my live. Now i just feel very left out. Can someone help me? i dunno i have been trying to feel good. But. How. My past is flashing infront of me right now. How can i stop it. Help.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107113171620594607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107113171620594607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107113171620594607' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107064621867910366</id><published>2003-12-06T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T12:29:42.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today. Or rather yesterday. Was Friday. Sorry piggy........just this time. Ok. Yah. So. As i was saying. Friday, I just came back from bs. Bible study. It was great. i had some jumping.... But....... a little not enough lah ha........... Wanted alot more.... So so so so miss the camp man.... Anyway. Back to what i was trying to say. On the way back home, I went home with Jarett, and the two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107064621867910366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107064621867910366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107064621867910366' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-107011008948921703</id><published>2003-11-29T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T20:48:43.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hm....... Had fun today.... Alot of fun. Church stuff. Felt. Homely. Yah. Tomorrow too. Go church together. So nice. Then. Monday. Going off. Lets see. I wanna know who would notice that i am gone.... Hahaha. I will see. I am sure someone would. I just wanna make sure. Who. If someone tag. At my blog. Hm.... Maybe. Yah. Hahaha. CAMP!!! WOOOOO HOOOO!!! Fun leh.... High class one.... Camp in hotel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107011008948921703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/107011008948921703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107011008948921703' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106994633346121410</id><published>2003-11-27T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T23:19:26.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My only and only best friend. Will still be my best friend. I hope we will. Still talk on the phone. Like before. That is if you want. Ok? Yah. Great. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106994633346121410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106994633346121410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106994633346121410' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106994567343381513</id><published>2003-11-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T23:08:26.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So....Lets see. Today... Is... Kinda fun. Went to Douby Gought. To meet with my... Group for the church camp this coming week. So i cannot see you guys for like 4 days... Going to JB. Camp in Hotel. Hahaha. So nice. So high class. See. So good. Hahaha. Snore. Then... Let me get back to the group meeting thing. Before that, Last night. The group leader ask me if i was going Today. I said yes. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106994567343381513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106994567343381513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106994567343381513' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106994460740554278</id><published>2003-11-27T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T22:50:39.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi guys. Thx for everything. Heart in mid of recovery. Hope it recovers. Yesterday, Went to my mum's friend's place, Then went out with my mum's friend's daughter.... and son... Hahahaha. Yah. Went to that... Stupid boring theme park. But it was still fun. Cause of the two of them. They... Made me happy. Yah. Great people. The son has a great personalty. Sister too. Son is 13, older then me but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106994460740554278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106994460740554278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106994460740554278' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106977408156505438</id><published>2003-11-25T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T23:28:32.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are not drifting. And will never drift any further. That is if you don't want it to. Wondering what i am talking about? Figure it out yourself. One way or another. If you want to know. Why am i always blogging at this time? Cause this time, Is the time I sort things in my brain out. I wanna talk to you. But you ain't there when i need you. These few days, no one has cared. That is what i think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106977408156505438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106977408156505438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106977408156505438' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106966218040636722</id><published>2003-11-24T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T16:23:29.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o.......k.....thx.....alot.....just wanna tell you guys....or should i say gals....that i feel alot better liaoz......Really. Alot better. Thx again....... But ah.... i tried typing in my box ah.... Click liaoz say need to DL something leh.....How......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106966218040636722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106966218040636722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106966218040636722' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106940436229635031</id><published>2003-11-21T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T16:46:28.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something not so good happened yesterday. I almost lost my good friend. Like the way I lost TWP. Yesterday, I switched on the television. Saw this program. A song. "Whoops I did it again" By Britney. The lyrics was like. "Whoops I did it again. I played with your heart, But I lost in the game...." So.... It brought some bad stuff that was in my mind out... And for this two days, Thursday and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106940436229635031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106940436229635031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106940436229635031' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106933739051173948</id><published>2003-11-20T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T22:10:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why am I talking so much. Why. Why am I typing when no one is going to see it. When no one comes to see it. I can tell you, there will not be a difference even if I am dead or not. If you can name three people that will cry on the day I die... I will do anything you want me to do. But I can assure you that no one is going to cry. No one. Why? Maybe someone would. That someone would be me. You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106933739051173948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106933739051173948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106933739051173948' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106933682754706922</id><published>2003-11-20T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T22:00:53.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, I was soooooo soooo hoping for the day to pass so quickly that once I slept again, when I wake up, it will be Friday. But like I said, it was a dream, a hope. Anyway, I woke up at around 11, layed on my bed waiting for time to pass but. Too bad it did not pass as fast as you wanted it to. This is life. Want it to pass quickly, it goes so so so slowly. Want to stop time so that you can be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106933682754706922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106933682754706922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106933682754706922' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106933562388726075</id><published>2003-11-20T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T21:40:49.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wad would you have done if you like a gal and carried on liking her even when you know that even if you give her all your love, she will never like you back. Let me tell you what I did. I told myself that I cannot like her but love her. Only as a friend. That is what I told myself and I can assure you that it can be done as long as you have the will to do it. Trust me. You will do as I say cause </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106933562388726075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106933562388726075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106933562388726075' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106930869790656643</id><published>2003-11-20T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T14:12:03.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today? Kinda bored. Nothing to do. Waiting for someone to talk to me... Ada went to sch...... Dunno if she is back yet. Piggy. Did not sms me..... Maybe she is busy or something. Now I am so bored. That even games cannot amuse me. I have completed almost every single game I got hold on. Haiz. Why am I so bored. What am I to do. Read a book? Hm..... I am reading one.... I mean.... Jus finished a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106930869790656643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106930869790656643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106930869790656643' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106914759579545347</id><published>2003-11-18T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T17:26:59.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend say me blog skin too.....boring....but me dunno how to do another blog skin. How.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106914759579545347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106914759579545347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106914759579545347' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106914627397430815</id><published>2003-11-18T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T17:04:57.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hm.........Great....Now a days....Got to talk on the phone....With my good friend. Yah.... So gooooood. Hahaha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106914627397430815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106914627397430815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106914627397430815' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106864723031236077</id><published>2003-11-12T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T22:27:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHEN WILL YOUR MSN BE ABLE TO BE USED. I AM VERY BORED. WHY YOUR MSN CANNOT USE AT THE RIGHT TIME.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106864723031236077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106864723031236077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106864723031236077' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106856907120274000</id><published>2003-11-12T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T00:44:28.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The only thing I can do besides from sleeping is to think about other stuff and do other stuff. So sometimes I keep talking. That's one way I do to stop myself from thinking.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106856907120274000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106856907120274000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856907120274000' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106856887198604277</id><published>2003-11-12T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T00:41:09.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God sis. Sorry. I wasn't. Really. Thinking well. Some stuff were on my mind. I hope you accept my apology.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106856887198604277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106856887198604277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856887198604277' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106855830650225775</id><published>2003-11-11T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T22:05:51.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more thing. Someone actually appreciate me. Ha. Someone. For being there when that person needs someone to talk to, maybe cause that person had no one to talk to. I thought that that person actually sent the message to the wrong person. The message was very sweet. Thats all I can say.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106855830650225775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106855830650225775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106855830650225775' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106855796876514983</id><published>2003-11-11T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T21:39:25.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I really wonder. I wonder how people think of me. Am I good? Am I bad? Am I fat? Am I ugly? Am I cool? Am I dull? Am I nerdy? Am I..... Wad am I. Can someone just tell me. I am trying so hard to give all my friends a good image of me, to treat me as a very good friend. Wad if you have this very close person, maybe not so close but I treat her as one. Well I don think she does. I talk to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106855796876514983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106855796876514983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106855796876514983' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106847242074234001</id><published>2003-11-10T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T21:53:37.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What am I to do. "She messaged me today. Wanted to talk to her. But was afraid that if I was too eager to talk to her, I will loose her. But maybe I did not even have her. I really dunno. Cause that was what happened between me and twp. I hope she will continue talking to me..........And I wan to know the answer. If she wants to be with me. I dunno. I don even know if she likes me. She say she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106847242074234001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106847242074234001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106847242074234001' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106839558596590357</id><published>2003-11-10T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T00:33:03.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry for not listening to you and sleeping before 11. I tried. Sorry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106839558596590357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106839558596590357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106839558596590357' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106839547497168848</id><published>2003-11-10T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T00:31:12.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haiz. Why am I the only one online again. I really miss the gal that usually comes online to talk to me. I dunno what she is doing today. Wanted to talk to her. A lot. Cause she seemed to be the only gal I can talk to online. But. "she" smsed me today. She talked to me. She told me she don pity me. And she treat me as a friend. Is that good or bad. Maybe at least she don avoid me. I got broken by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106839547497168848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106839547497168848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106839547497168848' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106829271850043097</id><published>2003-11-08T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T19:58:36.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snore. Sianz. Lalalala. Bored. Sigh. Haiz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106829271850043097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106829271850043097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106829271850043097' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106829269083552810</id><published>2003-11-08T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T19:58:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is there no one online again to talk to me. Again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106829269083552810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106829269083552810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106829269083552810' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106829204200193014</id><published>2003-11-08T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T19:47:19.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh. One more thing. Why didn't you update your blog. And why did you do that on purpose. Answer me when you see this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106829204200193014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106829204200193014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106829204200193014' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106829193359327302</id><published>2003-11-08T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T19:45:50.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am again, talking to myself. Again. Lets see......Can someone tell me when he or she reads this? One way or another. It seems that I have been talking only to myself. Yesterday, had a great time.......Or maybe not so great. Dunno. Just something special. A gal called me.... Cause I asked if she can. As her MSN had some prob. So, maybe she was bored so she agreed. We talked like for three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106829193359327302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106829193359327302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106829193359327302' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106821386151651712</id><published>2003-11-07T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T22:04:19.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See. I can tell you, that if I did not inform anyone that I have updated my blog, no one will go and read it. No one would. So, what am I writing for.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106821386151651712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106821386151651712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106821386151651712' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106818369138501983</id><published>2003-11-07T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T13:41:29.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can notice by the time of my post. I have been typing and typing. Hopefully someone would come online after I have finished typing all the stuff that is on my mind. Maybe this is the last thing that is on my mind. I dunno. I just feel bored. Lonely. I dunno. Maybe I am getting used to this life. I am glad that I can type. Type all my feelings out. All out. I hope it helps. Thx. God.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106818369138501983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106818369138501983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106818369138501983' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106818355746005998</id><published>2003-11-07T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T13:39:15.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now my godsis is happy. And she should stay happy. Cause it is good for health. Lolz. Cause she is cute when she is happy. That makes me happy. I dunno why. She doesn't give me a cold shoulder like I felt. I dunno if she had. And maybe because she thought that I thought that I thought that she was being cold to me, maybe now she isn't. Is that good? I hope.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106818355746005998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106818355746005998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106818355746005998' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106818314097057054</id><published>2003-11-07T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T13:32:18.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now. I am hugging my bolster. It is the only way to stop thinking so much. The only way for me to feel good. I dunno why. I just dunno. Maybe because my bolster don't have a mind of it's own so that it wouldn't know that a freak is hugging it. Cause. No human being would like a freak like me to hug him or her. Do you believe that I haven't had a hug from anyone even my parents for at least three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106818314097057054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106818314097057054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106818314097057054' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106818294235485454</id><published>2003-11-07T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T13:29:00.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now I am at home. All alone. From 7 I came online. Waited for someone to come online to talk to me. But. No one did. Now I feel that like. There is no need for me to be here. And that it made no difference even if I am here or not. I wanted to go to my friends chalet on the 19th and 20th but I don feel welcomed. Besides. The chalet was for all the bb boys. I am just an extra if I go. I tell you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106818294235485454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106818294235485454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106818294235485454' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106795494953084643</id><published>2003-11-04T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T22:09:08.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She called. We talked. I dunno how and why but i am happy now. Funny right? She say she will TRY to call me more often. And i like it. Some how i feel better. Thx..... hope you see this.....asap. Thx again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106795494953084643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106795494953084643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106795494953084643' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106795316810726421</id><published>2003-11-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T21:40:20.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I MISS HER. I dunno why. I just do. How. Must there always be a reason for someone to be with you? Is it so hard just accompany me?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106795316810726421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106795316810726421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106795316810726421' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106795300881819076</id><published>2003-11-04T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T21:36:47.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, she called me. She asked me. If I had any problem. First, it started cause she smsed me asked me if I want to share a problem with her. I said that I don have any but I want her to call. She said ok. She called after ten to twenty mins.  She asked. Again. If I had any problems. She say then I ask her to call for what. Waste her time and money. I got a little angry. Cause. Must there always</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106795300881819076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106795300881819076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106795300881819076' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106769976985549535</id><published>2003-11-01T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T23:16:08.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy now....... Finally yah? But I still miss that someone. How I wish I can talk to her now. Lolz. Talking to S.L.W.Q. and C.R. and E.Y. Is that good? I hope so. All happy... That's good. Bye then.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106769976985549535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106769976985549535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769976985549535' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106768195125753267</id><published>2003-11-01T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T18:19:10.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How. How. How. How I wish I can be happy. Always. I have tried. I want to try again. Until I succeed. Cause it is better to be happy. If I am happy, the people around me will also be happy. And I have promised Bel to stay happy. I want to give her a smile. Lolz. But I am afraid that if we are not in the same class, I will start to miss her. And I am starting to now. Weird aren't I? I dunno. If </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106768195125753267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106768195125753267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106768195125753267' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106768146780214720</id><published>2003-11-01T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T18:11:06.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Report book came back. Got only one fail.... Better then the past... Which is Chinese, I failed by one mark... Ain't that bad? Just one mark. Can't they like... Help or something? Then the teacher said that maybe we will be changing classes... So maybe I can't get to see my good friends. And. The gal I like. That is the bad part. The good part, maybe to know more people and to start a new. That </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106768146780214720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106768146780214720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106768146780214720' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106761242566570430</id><published>2003-10-31T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T23:00:24.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As you know, a lot of stuff happened to me this year. A lot. A lot that I have never felt or done during primary school. The guy you are listening to is a guy that is broken and is breaking from the inside out. This guy was a happy, well known guy in primary school. His heart was filled with joy and laughter and happiness. But this guy has changed. This guy changed drastically, because of what? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106761242566570430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106761242566570430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106761242566570430' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106744321892829317</id><published>2003-10-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T00:00:18.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Level two is about to begin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106744321892829317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106744321892829317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106744321892829317' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106744319486485305</id><published>2003-10-29T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T23:59:54.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Level one of breakage from the inside out has started.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106744319486485305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106744319486485305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106744319486485305' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106744296723422870</id><published>2003-10-29T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T23:57:06.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now I feel very sick. I feel very restless. Very empty. I dunno why. I came online, didn't wanted to talk, Went to play game but came out after two mins cause I don have the wanting to play. Went to lay on my bed for like one hour trying to sleep but got a lot of stuff and thought a lot as a result. I really dunno. I just dunno why I am like that. Suddenly. Why can't I be happy when I want to be.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106744296723422870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106744296723422870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106744296723422870' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106706483607460844</id><published>2003-10-25T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T14:53:55.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now I am physically tired, mentally sick and mentally bored. Don wanna stay at home cause very boring. Don wanna play basket ball cause I am physically tired. So damn sick. I hate this. Now only one person online and that person is away. So what the hell am I suppose to do. Wait here until someone comes? I tell you I am tired of waiting..... This sucks. Totally. I am starting to think again. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106706483607460844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106706483607460844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106706483607460844' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106701410721745742</id><published>2003-10-25T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T00:48:26.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you guys ever seen anyone breaking from the inside out? I think you will see one soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106701410721745742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106701410721745742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106701410721745742' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106701362463975124</id><published>2003-10-25T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T00:40:24.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now, I am going to talk about what happened after I returned home.... I came online...Waited for someone to talk to me... Only TZ talked to me....And only he is not away in my contact list..... I also waited......For someone to come...a good friend who said that she would come at 9 but instead came at 10 plus when my mum needed to use the com until late into the night like around 12. I talked to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106701362463975124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106701362463975124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106701362463975124' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106701318583138158</id><published>2003-10-25T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T23:26:58.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haiz........Have you noticed, every time I blog there is always something bad. So I have been asking myself why do I only talk about the bad stuff....So the answer is.... There are more bad stuff then good stuff happening to me......A lot...More then you can think of. Today, I dunno why but I am hyper active. Went to play basket ball at around 8 and came back at around 7. Went for so long and do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106701318583138158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106701318583138158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106701318583138158' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106691952342174093</id><published>2003-10-23T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T22:32:03.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.... One day I will surely go mad. Really mad. ERIKA YONG came back from Thailand. And as you know, that I am still angry with her..... I dunno...I hope she could be open to me....But she has never been open to me...Only to TZ. So...I dunno...I hate it when people that I treat well don treat me well...I hate to get a cold shoulder... That's what I got today, when she came online, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106691952342174093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106691952342174093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106691952342174093' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106674089748071900</id><published>2003-10-21T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T20:54:56.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dunno....My good friend. She say she missed me.... She say I wasn't online... She say so long then I go online. I thought she was just saying that to make me feel better. But. It was true. I told her I felt honored. She say why would she feel that way when a gal like there miss me.... I told her I will. I told her I definitely will. Yah. Happy that someone miss me.....Hard to come by.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106674089748071900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106674089748071900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106674089748071900' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106674068382845936</id><published>2003-10-21T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T20:51:23.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today...Anabel and me passed message here and there... We talked...Through the letter....I asked her how she know who I like she say that W.M. say one. Then I ask her why she not avoid me is it that she only treat me as a good friend or just a friend...She say as a good friend....Only.....So......What I did was I just said I feel the same....Cause at that time I didn't know what to do. So that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106674068382845936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106674068382845936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106674068382845936' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106665958832877073</id><published>2003-10-20T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T22:19:48.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOW TZ HOW!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106665958832877073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106665958832877073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106665958832877073' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106665948439856135</id><published>2003-10-20T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T22:18:04.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHE SAY I LIKE HER!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106665948439856135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106665948439856135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106665948439856135' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106665932763815332</id><published>2003-10-20T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T22:15:27.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anabel say she knows who I like but she don wanna say. So does she know? Does she? I really dunno.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106665932763815332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106665932763815332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106665932763815332' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106665920874356687</id><published>2003-10-20T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T19:50:19.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, in class, A gal came to talk to me when I was down. She ask me why I like that. Then say I always look so down. Then she say that another gal was very disappointed when I always not happy..... She ask me to smile... She says that the other gal would like it when I smile. She don wan to see a disappointed guy. She wants to see a happy guy. So I will do what she say. I will do what this gal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106665920874356687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106665920874356687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106665920874356687' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106648300256413882</id><published>2003-10-18T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T21:16:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lolz. This cute friend of mine asked me to blog about her when I asked her for a suggestion. I told her she had many good points, She hardly believed. I told her that she is cute....And she has a good attitude towards studies, that she always tried to say good stuff, and always thought of people...People's feelings... dunno if she believed me. What I said are all truths. I never lied. Or at least</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106648300256413882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106648300256413882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106648300256413882' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106648187197145686</id><published>2003-10-18T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T20:57:51.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like I said, my Blog is full of bad stuff. Today, my friend Zell, asked me if I want to go to the small party that he is going to organize. But the problem is that it is going to be tomorrow. Worse still. It would be at 10. The time I go for church. I asked my dad and he seems to be angry. I asked him why he said that it is god. Not other stuff. I told him I just want to go. He said he don't see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106648187197145686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106648187197145686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106648187197145686' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106644691164658800</id><published>2003-10-18T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T11:15:11.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. What would you do or feel when the gal you love, whom you thought loved you told you that she has never loved you before..... We chatted for like 3 months....I said the three words to her.....Loved her with all my heart...But...Now she told me she never loved me before. That was shock. Real shock. I was stunned.....Totally....I couldn't even move....I stared at the few words </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106644691164658800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106644691164658800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106644691164658800' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106626960869215512</id><published>2003-10-16T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T10:00:08.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haiz. Has she finished her exams? When will she be able to finish her exams. Will she be coming online today? Or do I still have to wait till Friday. How I wish I can talk to her now. I am so bored. I really miss her. What to do!?!?!?! I don think she likes me anymore. I hope she does. And forever will. Am I being selfish? I dunno. I don even think she is mine. Haiz....Sianz...Zzz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106626960869215512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106626960869215512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106626960869215512' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106626945972509328</id><published>2003-10-16T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T09:57:39.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hahaha. 8? You woke up at 8? Then you should have stayed up. I came online since 9+.... I think. So. Yah. I am sure I am not the only one that is able to cheer people up. It really depends on the person who needs cheering up. If he/she is open, the person who wants to cheer he/she up will get to cheer he/she up. Funny. I don really understand what I am talking about either. Hope you can come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106626945972509328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106626945972509328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106626945972509328' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106622868504259932</id><published>2003-10-15T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T22:38:04.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After cheering a good gal up. I started needing cheering up myself. Too bad there isn't anyone to cheer me up. It all started when I talk to this "good" god sister of mine. I asked her. Who is closes to her in the sch. She said this gal called TWP. Then the next is TZ. Her other EXTREMELY GOOD god brother. Then after him is a gal called YW and then next is another sch mate from another class. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106622868504259932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106622868504259932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106622868504259932' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106622810012683189</id><published>2003-10-15T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T19:55:21.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally exams are over. Today, a good friend of mine....She was extremely sad because of some relationship problems so I told her I will try to cheer her up. Then she said that I will not be able to. And that no one will be able to cheer her up.... And I think she even cried. I ask her to talk so she ask me what should she say I say she should say I love you to me. So she really said. Then I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106622810012683189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106622810012683189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106622810012683189' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106474411649576456</id><published>2003-09-28T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T18:15:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate exams. They make me study. Make the gal I love study. So now she is gone...She told me that absence makes the love stronger. But too much absence is also not too good. I dunno... I think I should listen to her. Not sure. Anyway. I always listen to her... Or at least I try to. So. Have to study for now. Bye. Luv Ya.....You know who.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106474411649576456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106474411649576456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106474411649576456' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106407069002363606</id><published>2003-09-20T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T23:12:34.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's was kinda long... Wasn't thinking of writing so I didn't write. Lets see wad there is today... Urm... Today I met my friend. Or was it my friend's friend. Yah. She wasn't really wad I expected to see. The way she talks sounds as if she is a lot older. So yah. She was not wad I thought I wanted to see. Anyway. It was nice to finally see someone that you didn't know you were talking to. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106407069002363606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106407069002363606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106407069002363606' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106372469197025127</id><published>2003-09-16T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T23:09:16.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing to say. Nothing interesting to type. Wad else to do. Oh.... My friend who was angry with me FOR NO DAMN REASON said sorry....lolx. He is not bad. He is just... wad can I say. He tells me the stuff I wanna know if he wants to tell me...(wad am I talking about) lame right? I think so. He now talks to me. And so I don feel bored when the gal who likes me and another good friend is offline. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106372469197025127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106372469197025127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106372469197025127' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106346889534693139</id><published>2003-09-14T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T00:01:35.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh...And I hope she will share it with me....lol....Hehe...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106346889534693139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106346889534693139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106346889534693139' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106346883955333151</id><published>2003-09-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T00:00:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today.....My this same old good friend cried....I didn't know why....I asked her to come online to talk to me so that I can know wad happened.....If she wants to...But I guess she didn't want to talk about it.....Urm...Maybe that's fine with me.....I just hope she will get over it....If fact...She cried on her bd......How can someone cry on their own bd? If I was that guy or gal that made her cry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106346883955333151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106346883955333151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106346883955333151' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106338615752003726</id><published>2003-09-13T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T23:52:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is my good friend's bd..Or at least I think she is my good friend or does she even take me as a good friend..Anyway...I was second to wish her happy birthday...Why second? Why not first? Why does she think of that guy again..haiz...I have nothing to say....She seems...Happy today. I hope she will stay happy forever. I just wanna tell her HAPPY BIRTHDAY again....For fun....Now she says that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106338615752003726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106338615752003726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106338615752003726' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106337015367249790</id><published>2003-09-12T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T20:35:53.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi. I am back. Sigh.... I have this friend of mine....she likes this senior. She tried many time to tell him how she felt. But that guy just rejected her all the time...but she still likes that guy for no aperent reason. She is just too faithfull... If she is reading...i just wanna remind her that she can be faithful. but she must know wad to be faithful in. Don just like this guy and keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106337015367249790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106337015367249790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106337015367249790' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803230.post-106336736477377701</id><published>2003-09-12T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T19:49:24.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Urm......Hi.....As you can see...I am a simple guy....First day writing these stuff....So dunno wad stuff to right....Simple intro.....Sam here.....A teen.....Present sch is CCHS(B) and NYPS in the past....Some not so simple stuff came into my life....A gal started liking me dunno how..When...Why.....But its good to know that someone likes you.....Yah...So I am going to like her back as she liked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106336736477377701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803230/posts/default/106336736477377701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiet-guy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106336736477377701' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06816378620447811627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
