<?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-8788527614848109008</id><updated>2011-08-02T05:32:50.100+08:00</updated><category term='music video'/><title type='text'>@( Ö,)@</title><subtitle type='html'>If you're leaving a message in relation to a post, leave a comment. If not, leave a tag.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Remiel</name><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>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1934739721985527424</id><published>2010-05-12T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:39:48.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The adventurous side of me decided to try something new last Tuesday and that led me to a sun tanning salon. It was a strange experience that left me burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I was unable to find the salon because it was located along some god forsaken road and I somehow couldn't connect to GPS to make my life easier. But I eventually found my way there and my first thought was "why does this place have that ultra gay aura?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to make a wasted trip there so I pretty much forced myself to "try something new". It's a good thing that there's a special price for first-timers or I'd probabaly not have given it a try at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after deciding on the cheapest booth, I changed and went got in the booth and I noticed that there was no roof; anybody could peek from above and watch me tan.Aside from that, there was a bar across the booth, above me but I had no idea what that was for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a shower at night, I noticed that my skin was red and burnt but the sides of my body were strangely untanned. Now I think the bar was for me to grab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1934739721985527424?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1934739721985527424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1934739721985527424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1934739721985527424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1934739721985527424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2010/05/adventurous-side-of-me-decided-to-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-2635928941026502422</id><published>2010-04-21T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:42:59.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An appointment to make an appointment</title><content type='html'>I made a trip down to National Skin Centre today as scheduled and I must say that they've made a huge improvement since the last time I was there. They've finally started hiring people (as in actualy people with emotions) to serve you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much could be done today, unfortunately, so I did nothing but make another appointment for the allergy testing. Today was more of a consultation. And with even more delays, I'll have to wait even long to get my teeth plucked. Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-2635928941026502422?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/2635928941026502422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=2635928941026502422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2635928941026502422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2635928941026502422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2010/04/appointment-to-make-appointment.html' title='An appointment to make an appointment'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1563761503469383028</id><published>2010-04-17T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T17:12:58.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 in 100,000?</title><content type='html'>I've finally gotten my consultation for my wisdom teeth extraction and turns out that it's not as simple as it would normally be. The last time I had any teeth extracted was something like 6 years ago and that was when I found out that I am strangely allergic to the anaesthetic that is used to numb my gums. The funny thing is that the dentist didn't do anything about it after that because he said that I wasn't going to do any more extractions after that and therefore wouldn't need the injections anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time it did make quite some sense to me. Besides, which person in the sane state of mind would think about extracting teeth after getting braces done right? But now that I want to get my wisdom teeth extracted, that tiny little problem that didn't seem to be an issue 6 years ago is the main problem and the deciding factor between having my gums injected again for the extraction, or to put me under GA for the extraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be doubly sure of what's going on, the dentist has set up an appointment for me for allergy testing at the horrible place called National Skin Centre. Apparently, he doesn't quite believe that I'm allergic because my symptoms were pretty different, meaning that the reactions I had might have been caused by something else, not the injection; it could have just been a case of conincidence. Besides, only 1 in 100,000 people are allergic so why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the next problem arises. If you remember, I've been to the National Skin Centre before and I wasn't close to being pleased by their lack of professionalism or their shitty service standard. But, whatever! All I want to do is get my teeth out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1563761503469383028?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1563761503469383028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1563761503469383028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1563761503469383028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1563761503469383028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-in-100000.html' title='1 in 100,000?'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-915329813605638684</id><published>2010-03-22T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:55:26.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>I really don't get office politics sometimes, especially the kind where people speak ill of you behind your back and act all plastic in front of you. That's what's going on right now and the dumbest part is that I know full well what these people are doing. I guess this can be related to our survival skills and it's just so coincidental that these people are on the verge of retardancy and for me to say something like "I'm educated" would be extremely degrading to their existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things hadn't turned out the way they have, I'd probably have imparted my knowledge and skills to them out of my own kind will and they would have a better chance of surviving the real world. Unfortunately for them, they chose to make me their enemy and bitch about me around my friends who'd do the obvious and tell me what's going on. I wish I could call the act "stupid" but that's not even close enough to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I've been getting really sick of the double standards some people are living by. Apparently, pride has gotten a little bit too much into their heads and some people are just too high up there to do the simplest of things. Listen up world, no matter how high up there you are, even if you rule the world, you'll be getting verbal slaps from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-915329813605638684?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/915329813605638684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=915329813605638684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/915329813605638684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/915329813605638684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2010/03/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-8752950716365727281</id><published>2010-03-12T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:05:16.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Telephone</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea how they're gonna edit this to be aired. Maybe it's about time censorship just gave in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-8752950716365727281?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8752950716365727281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=8752950716365727281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8752950716365727281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8752950716365727281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2010/03/telephone.html' title='Telephone'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-8430162336255813324</id><published>2010-03-09T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:10:47.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been AGES</title><content type='html'>I know it's been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AGES &lt;/span&gt;since I last updated but I've really been way too busy to update. Actually there isn't much to update anyway since I haven't been having anything of what you would call a 'life'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you aren't suffering the same fate as I am. I really don't know how I ended up this busy. I can't even remember what Spongebob sounds like anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-8430162336255813324?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8430162336255813324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=8430162336255813324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8430162336255813324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8430162336255813324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-ages.html' title='It&apos;s been AGES'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-4399533182679851919</id><published>2010-01-03T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:37:46.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010!</title><content type='html'>It's 2010! Freedom suddenly seems so much closer! And if you're expecting me to have a list of resolutions for 2010, forget it. I don't see why I need to have make resolutions just because it's a new year. In fact, I think it's really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-4399533182679851919?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4399533182679851919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=4399533182679851919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4399533182679851919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4399533182679851919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1640835091209617378</id><published>2009-12-17T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:12:03.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasa Sentosa Resort</title><content type='html'>I'll always remember Rasa Sentosa Resort as the place where I met Armin van Buuren. I still can't believe I couldn't take a picture with him. Not cool man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/ZoukOut%2009/DSCF4149.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Top floor, 2nd or 3rd room from the left in this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/ZoukOut%2009/DSCF4124.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;That's the view from the balcony. The pool looks really tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/ZoukOut%2009/DSCF4131.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;There's a window from the toilet that opens up to the room... God knows what for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/ZoukOut%2009/DSCF4142.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;The view of the bedroom through the toilet window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/ZoukOut%2009/DSCF4138.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Lovely king size bed that I got to sleep on for a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/ZoukOut%2009/DSCF4139.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;TV that we didn't bother to turn on the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/ZoukOut%2009/DSCF4181.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;The party had already started and I still haven't gotten my ticket for ZoukOut :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/ZoukOut%2009/DSCF4196.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Lovely sunrise! Armin van Buuren's still spinning and I'm still partying. Can you spot us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1640835091209617378?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1640835091209617378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1640835091209617378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1640835091209617378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1640835091209617378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/12/rasa-sentosa-resort.html' title='Rasa Sentosa Resort'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/ZoukOut%2009/th_DSCF4149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-2999313974944276621</id><published>2009-12-13T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:51:45.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZoukOut '09</title><content type='html'>So my first ZoukOut experience went pretty well and I have got my sister to thank for that. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have gotten my ticket to get which would also mean no partying to Armin ban Buuren. I'd have to say that the highlight would be when he Never Say Shakedown came on. I've never heard it before but I LOVE Marco V's remix of Ali Wilson's Shakedown so when I heard the familiar beats, I went crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8k_QF5sj4I&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8k_QF5sj4I&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that song's a mashup of the 2 below. Armin van Buuren did an amazing job man. And the best part? I GOT TO MEET HIM! He was checking out of the hotel and I saw him so I thought why not just go over and say hi? Too bad I didn't have any cameras with me though but I'm still so stoked about it. HE'S SO FREAKIN' TALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4g6jkU9B970&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4g6jkU9B970&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TMqDCg90ZmE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TMqDCg90ZmE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ZoukOut was awesome and I think it's also thanks to the drinks I had. By morning I was all red and I actually had to put in effort to stand straight. Whenever I walked I'd kick sand at myself from behind. Don't ask me how I did that, it's probably one of those things you can only do when you're almost at your limit. But the strange thing is I only remember having 2 drinks. Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-2999313974944276621?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/2999313974944276621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=2999313974944276621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2999313974944276621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2999313974944276621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/12/zoukout-09.html' title='ZoukOut &apos;09'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-3732681943591579881</id><published>2009-12-06T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:00:59.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Love</title><content type='html'>I really wasn't expecting this to show up so soon but I'm happy that it did because it's my favourite song in One Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQyGYdRqulQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQyGYdRqulQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-3732681943591579881?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3732681943591579881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=3732681943591579881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3732681943591579881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3732681943591579881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-love.html' title='One Love'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-7337297453003816592</id><published>2009-12-01T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:01:37.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi thick nail</title><content type='html'>3 days ago my nail split. It grew out with a huge white patch and I thought that my leukonychia was getting worse but after molesting the patch, it felt like a piece of nail that's meant to come off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I managed to peel it off eventually but it left a weird looking dent on the nail. I'll let the picture below explain what it looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01965.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/DSC01965.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom half of the nail was the part that peeled off and revealed the inner layer of my nail, meaning that the bottom part is only about half as thick as what it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty disgusting and I wish there was something I could do about it but I'm sure no manicure parlour's gonna work a Jesus-standard miracle on my nail. All I can do is wait for it to grow. God knows how long that'll take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-7337297453003816592?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7337297453003816592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=7337297453003816592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7337297453003816592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7337297453003816592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/12/semi-thick-nail.html' title='Semi thick nail'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-8947595800131010848</id><published>2009-11-19T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:38:29.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It might be a fracture</title><content type='html'>Today I found out that my finger might be fractured. The x-ray I took wasn't really very clear but there was a line across the distal phalanx of my crushed finger. Honestly, after the past few weeks I actually thought that it was nothing, that it was just a small matter, but looks like I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just happy I still have a full finger that is still able to move normally. That's something to be thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-8947595800131010848?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8947595800131010848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=8947595800131010848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8947595800131010848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8947595800131010848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-might-be-fracture.html' title='It might be a fracture'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-51606680540455432</id><published>2009-11-12T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:34:27.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok for Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Last night I found out that Lady Gaga's Bad Romance music video was already out so I've updated the &lt;a href="http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-romance.html"&gt;Bad Romance&lt;/a&gt; post so all of you can watch it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm just so excited about December! I'll be spending this Christmas in Bangkok (yes I know, Bangkok again but I just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; that place!) and I'll be staying at Grand Diamond Suites Hotel for 6 days! And for once we will not be staying in 2 not-exactly-Superior side-by-side rooms joined by a miserable doorway. Instead, we'll be staying in a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUITE&lt;/span&gt; (yes, you read that right!) with - according to the website - living room, two bathrooms and a dining area, along with a fully equipped kitchen equipment. It just makes me wonder exactly what kitchen equipment it is since it's "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; fully equipped kitchen equipment" and what it's equipped with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when did my father find a gold mine to fund such a holiday with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUITE&lt;/span&gt;? He didn't find any gold mines, trust me. He just made the mistake of letting me decide on the hotel. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-51606680540455432?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/51606680540455432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=51606680540455432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/51606680540455432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/51606680540455432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/11/bangkok-for-christmas.html' title='Bangkok for Christmas!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-415282388301807841</id><published>2009-11-11T06:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:40:28.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benny  Benassi's  coming!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday  I  just  found  out  that   Benny  Benassi  is  coming  down  real  soon!  He'll  be  spinning  at  Zouk  on  the  21st  this  month. I'm  just  so  stoked  about  it.  Can't  wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-415282388301807841?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/415282388301807841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=415282388301807841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/415282388301807841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/415282388301807841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/11/benny-benassis-coming.html' title='Benny  Benassi&apos;s  coming!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-8125376567868735722</id><published>2009-10-30T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:21:10.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed phalange</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my left ring finger met with an accident that has left it discoloured, swollen and looking really in vogue for halloween. Basically, it looks like it's rotting and almost ready to drop off anytime. You'll understand from the disgusting pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/DSC01897.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the size difference between a normal finger and a finger that's been clogged with blood at the tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/DSC01893.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you probably wouldn't notice much from here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/DSC01896.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what it looks like facing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/DSC01895.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how discoloured the nail has become after just a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you think that this is nothing, try sandwiching your finger inbetween a safe and a wall to know how I felt yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-8125376567868735722?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8125376567868735722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=8125376567868735722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8125376567868735722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8125376567868735722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/10/crushed-phalange.html' title='Crushed phalange'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-362616086868274355</id><published>2009-10-19T12:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:56:51.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul van Dyk @ Zouk</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/DSC01879.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning thinking "why didn't I stay till 5?" but then again, if I had no one to party with, it would be no fun. Besides, my legs weren't going to last me another couple of hours and from what I've heard, everything ended at about 3 plus so I guess I didn't make that bad a decision after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just still so stoked about this morning. Anyway, next stop's been planned. Armin van Buuren's gonna be at Zoukout which means that I gotta be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/DSC01878.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-362616086868274355?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/362616086868274355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=362616086868274355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/362616086868274355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/362616086868274355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/10/paul-van-dyk-zouk.html' title='Paul van Dyk @ Zouk'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-2728259262975422151</id><published>2009-10-13T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:58:15.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Romance</title><content type='html'>Extremely important news! I'll let the song speak for itself. All I can say is I so can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACm9yECwSso&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACm9yECwSso&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-2728259262975422151?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/2728259262975422151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=2728259262975422151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2728259262975422151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2728259262975422151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-romance.html' title='Bad Romance'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-6736455581963036284</id><published>2009-10-10T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:50:15.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>Britney's got a new song but I'm not a fan of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rODQrTvEmE4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rODQrTvEmE4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand why the good stuff like Toy Soldier and Kill the Lights don't get released but this does. Wonder what Peter, Paul and Mary would have to say about this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-6736455581963036284?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6736455581963036284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=6736455581963036284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6736455581963036284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6736455581963036284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/10/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-4693536318678415911</id><published>2009-09-27T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:03:48.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super busy week</title><content type='html'>This week's been crazy. I seriously need a break. And by that I mean alcohol, a hell lot of base, and a bloody good DJ. Maybe I need a holiday. KL anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-4693536318678415911?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4693536318678415911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=4693536318678415911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4693536318678415911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4693536318678415911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/09/super-busy-week.html' title='Super busy week'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-6740102203719259063</id><published>2009-09-21T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:39:54.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with the 'Von Trapps'?</title><content type='html'>For the past few days, I've been noticing a lot of 'Von Trapp' families around, especially in the heartlands. In case you don't know who the Von Trapps are, stop living under a rock and go watch The Sound of Music! And no, I did not see families riding bicycles through parks singing "doe a deer, a female deer" but I saw LOTS of families dressed in what I believe used to be their curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the scene in the musical where Maria suddenly gets inspired to make the Von Trapp children new clothes out of the curtains in her room, and the next day all of them were dressed in clothes of the same colour? I'm starting to believe that a lot of families in our little island did the same but why the sudden fad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully some of you might have noticed the Von Trapp families lately and if you happen to know the reason behind this... phenomenon, please enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to more important news, I'll let the video speak for itself. Just forward the clip to 2:55 and watch it from there. I know the quality sucks and the volume's pretty screwed but it's the only one I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UuoO3iH_Ttk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UuoO3iH_Ttk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-6740102203719259063?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6740102203719259063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=6740102203719259063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6740102203719259063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6740102203719259063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-with-von-trapps.html' title='What&apos;s with the &apos;Von Trapps&apos;?'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-6533169493663519740</id><published>2009-09-19T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:41:34.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Back My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w55Nib4uf1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w55Nib4uf1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AN_ms-8ZiFI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AN_ms-8ZiFI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer? Personally, I prefer the one with Sarah Connor but I love this song anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-6533169493663519740?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6533169493663519740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=6533169493663519740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6533169493663519740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6533169493663519740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/09/taking-back-my-love.html' title='Taking Back My Love'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-7247281735100208409</id><published>2009-09-16T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:41:09.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ris Low BOOMS! me away</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5F74FZfdSJY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5F74FZfdSJY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought Barbarella was the ultimate... I'm just glad that they've finally decided to give up on trying to win. Why send the good ones when the worst is so much more entertaining? Her Engrish is BOOMS! me away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-7247281735100208409?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7247281735100208409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=7247281735100208409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7247281735100208409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7247281735100208409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/09/ris-low-booms.html' title='Ris Low BOOMS! me away'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-7639116139404053588</id><published>2009-09-12T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:01:15.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "horns" Are Growing</title><content type='html'>Recently, some people have been mentioning that I'm becoming more evil by the day, that my "horns" are starting to show. I'd just like to clarify that I'm not growing any more evil than I am; I'm just using the same methods that I used years ago to deal with people now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what's happening right now is that some people have been pushing the wrong buttons for a little too long to the point that I think is essential that I bring out the inner bitch in me that I've surpressed for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you juse miss those days when I openly told people that they had shit for brains, when I declared war on those who stepped on my foot, and gave people names like Fat Whore? Good news is that the era is coming back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, world of stupid/ugly/fat/inconsiderate morons and a particular village bicycle! I'm setting my inner bitch free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-7639116139404053588?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7639116139404053588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=7639116139404053588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7639116139404053588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7639116139404053588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-horns-are-growing.html' title='My &quot;horns&quot; Are Growing'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-7515609679649255932</id><published>2009-09-07T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:13:27.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ 18?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people are retarded both on the inside and outside... if you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/DSC00151censored.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the total score of his game is also his IQ at its peak. Now, don't you just admire me for what I have to put up with on a daily basis? And please take note of the name. Please don't name your children after stupid people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-7515609679649255932?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7515609679649255932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=7515609679649255932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7515609679649255932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7515609679649255932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/09/iq-18.html' title='IQ 18?'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1736330810929223769</id><published>2009-09-04T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:31:53.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st 21st present</title><content type='html'>My family just gave me my 21st birthday present. It's the first present I'm getting this year and it seems to be the best ever present I've gotten. The only things that can trump it would be the Bentley, Maybach, Wiesmann, Oculus, Gulfstream and Armin van Buuren - all of which I'm not expecting to receive. I don't mean that you shouldn't give any of those to me, I'm just not expecting to get them. But if you are kind enough then I say go ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1736330810929223769?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1736330810929223769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1736330810929223769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1736330810929223769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1736330810929223769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-21st-present.html' title='1st 21st present'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1016017578726869664</id><published>2009-08-30T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:45:47.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KsARkMV1qas&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KsARkMV1qas&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1016017578726869664?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1016017578726869664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1016017578726869664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1016017578726869664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1016017578726869664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/08/silly-boy.html' title='Silly Boy'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-4608631850431176334</id><published>2009-08-26T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:08:07.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty feeling...</title><content type='html'>Only this morning did I realise that I lost my bank card. What happened was that I left it in an ATM yesterday after making a transaction and I took the receipt from the machine but then I forgot to end everything else before walking away so I pretty much left my card in the machine and anyone could have full access to it but the good thing is that no one took my money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels pretty empty though, not having something so important to me; it's kindda like missing a limb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-4608631850431176334?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4608631850431176334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=4608631850431176334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4608631850431176334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4608631850431176334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/08/empty-feeling.html' title='Empty feeling...'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-8220553573679046060</id><published>2009-08-24T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:25:35.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want the world</title><content type='html'>I think I know what I'm getting for my birthday. I should have asked for the world instead. It would have just made everything so much easier. Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-8220553573679046060?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8220553573679046060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=8220553573679046060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8220553573679046060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8220553573679046060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-world.html' title='I want the world'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-8465985812855948842</id><published>2009-08-14T22:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:17:56.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick of being nice</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of being nice. I'm sick of being nice enough to be called nice. There's no point in being this selfless in such a selfish world. I shall not have people depend on me any longer. I shall not associate myself with creatures unfit to be categorised as human. It's about time I start learning from Azula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've moved the list to the top of the page so no one has to scroll all the way down just to see it. See how nice I am when I'm trying not to be nice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-8465985812855948842?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8465985812855948842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=8465985812855948842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8465985812855948842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8465985812855948842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-sick-of-being-nice.html' title='I&apos;m sick of being nice'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-6470599767792696586</id><published>2009-07-22T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:44:14.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've started making the list</title><content type='html'>I'm already planning my list of items for you to get me for my birthday! A Serta mattress is one of them and I think it's fine if a few people end up giving me the same mattress because I actually have a plan to one day have a bed that's the size of at least 3 king size beds in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for that special lot of you guys, I've already decided on Powerhouse with free flow of drinks and Armin van Buuren spinning music for a night. I really don't know what I'd do without you guys. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bisous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! The list is at the bottom of the page. Obviously on the left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-6470599767792696586?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6470599767792696586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=6470599767792696586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6470599767792696586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6470599767792696586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-started-making-list.html' title='I&apos;ve started making the list'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-5889690950173369407</id><published>2009-07-20T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:20:03.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like Shikamaru</title><content type='html'>I somehow seem to be good at the things that I don't really give a shit about. I'm starting to feel a lot like Nara Shikamaru. Only if I could attack people with my shadow... My life suddenly became so anime-like. Or did animes just become more life-like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-5889690950173369407?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/5889690950173369407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=5889690950173369407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/5889690950173369407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/5889690950173369407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-like-shikamaru.html' title='I feel like Shikamaru'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1475850316103693617</id><published>2009-07-19T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:44:38.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's up for G.I. Joe?</title><content type='html'>I've never seen G.I. Joe as a kid but it looks pretty good from the trailer. Who's up for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VS_ul_i_HL4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VS_ul_i_HL4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1475850316103693617?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1475850316103693617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1475850316103693617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1475850316103693617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1475850316103693617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/07/whos-up-for-gi-joe.html' title='Who&apos;s up for G.I. Joe?'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-4038929691244908212</id><published>2009-07-10T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:37:39.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What end of the world?</title><content type='html'>I had a dream this morning that seemed like it was the end of the world but when everything stopped, I was still alive. I guess it's probably a sign that there's no such thing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FYI, I think that the whole Mayan prediction about the end of the world is total effing bull. For all you morons who actually believe in it, get a life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-4038929691244908212?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4038929691244908212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=4038929691244908212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4038929691244908212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4038929691244908212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-end-of-world.html' title='What end of the world?'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1198612675540097503</id><published>2009-07-08T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:15:23.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow a pair</title><content type='html'>"You should grow a pair"&lt;br /&gt;"No! Wait... yeah maybe I should..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1198612675540097503?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1198612675540097503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1198612675540097503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1198612675540097503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1198612675540097503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/07/grow-pair.html' title='Grow a pair'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-3189278339148256613</id><published>2009-07-05T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:19:34.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Payday's coming...</title><content type='html'>The only thing I'm looking forward to in the coming week is payday. My life has been reduced to such meaningless waiting for time to pass and money to come. How wonderful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-3189278339148256613?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3189278339148256613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=3189278339148256613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3189278339148256613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3189278339148256613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/07/paydays-coming.html' title='Payday&apos;s coming...'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1499518876149775920</id><published>2009-07-04T03:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T03:34:21.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I don't breathe</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't breathe when I sleep. The only time I breathe is when I wake up before I actually suffocate so that I can catch my breath and go back to sleep again. It's really scary, yes, but what's scarier is that I don't know if I'll always wake up in time to breathe. Maybe I'll get to sleep pass next Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1499518876149775920?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1499518876149775920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1499518876149775920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1499518876149775920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1499518876149775920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-i-dont-breathe.html' title='Sometimes I don&apos;t breathe'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-4354629980912928946</id><published>2009-07-01T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:47:44.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>I want to sleep and wake up next Christmas. That's all I want to do for now. I'm so tired of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-4354629980912928946?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4354629980912928946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=4354629980912928946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4354629980912928946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4354629980912928946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-8438021805490635115</id><published>2009-06-16T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:51:10.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray I Get Fired</title><content type='html'>Everyday I wake up and pray that I'll get fired when I go to work. Or retrench me or whatever, just give me a reason to stay at home and sleep in and do stuff like play games on my Xbox360, pack my room or continue the projects that I keep thinking I'll never complete in this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think housework has ever felt this therapeutic before. After packing up just half the mess in my room last week, I think I'd much rather stay home and do housework than work a day in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that I'll get fired. I really want it to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-8438021805490635115?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8438021805490635115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=8438021805490635115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8438021805490635115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8438021805490635115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/06/pray-i-get-fired.html' title='Pray I Get Fired'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-807131326391771029</id><published>2009-06-12T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:05:00.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music video'/><title type='text'>Paparazzi</title><content type='html'>I like this music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUlvYXgabwI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUlvYXgabwI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-807131326391771029?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/807131326391771029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=807131326391771029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/807131326391771029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/807131326391771029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/06/paparazzi.html' title='Paparazzi'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-4417300997211843714</id><published>2009-06-07T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:07:29.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>My parents are flying off to Bangkok tomorrow. I'm not going because I didn't take leave in time and also because there is the PC Show happening really soon. If I were in Bangkok, I'd miss out on the good stuff on offer but I still don't know if I made the right choice or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's also the period when so many people I know are going to be sentenced. Looks like it's going to be quite a lonely period for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-4417300997211843714?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4417300997211843714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=4417300997211843714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4417300997211843714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4417300997211843714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/06/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-6657471696700022961</id><published>2009-05-26T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:19:43.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music video'/><title type='text'>"Love Struck"</title><content type='html'>I think boybands are back. And I think I've got a thing for them. Oh dear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9I1aj30npI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9I1aj30npI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but Love Struck by V Factory reminds me of I'm Lovin' It by Justin Timberlake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-6657471696700022961?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6657471696700022961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=6657471696700022961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6657471696700022961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6657471696700022961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-struck.html' title='&quot;Love Struck&quot;'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-324070535396350517</id><published>2009-05-16T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:17:47.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life should be like wet shit</title><content type='html'>I got this feeling that I won't be able to hold my life together anymore. I think I'm going down the white trash road. I'm currently on sleeping pills because I keep waking up at the oddest hours and then I won't be able to go back to sleep. I really need to find a way to keep things together man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I'm no vigilante at night like Batman nor am I a vigilante even later at night like Stripperella. Seriously, I have no idea how these people are able to have 2 lives even if they're fictional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I keep this up, my life is gonna crumble like dried shit and I don't want that to happen. I need to find a way to keep the crap moist! At least I don't have any plans to drill my brains out this time.... or at least not yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-324070535396350517?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/324070535396350517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=324070535396350517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/324070535396350517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/324070535396350517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-should-be-like-wet-shit.html' title='Life should be like wet shit'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-4126894819015392955</id><published>2009-05-11T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:24:34.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, I'm not spending</title><content type='html'>I caught Taken today. It's my first movie since... a really long time ago. I think the last movie was Quantum of Solace. Real piece of shit that movie was but Taken was the total opposite. I won't say what it's about because you really should watch it for yourself. The other reason is because I'm lazy to type the whole thing out but, trust me, you won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to refrain from spending now. I know it sounds crazy, coming from me, but it's true. I just somehow think that it's a better idea to buy stuff only when the time is right, meaning during the Great Singapore Sale - which is coming really soon - although the GSS in the recent years seemed pretty pathetic. But then again, if you are just like me with too many things to buy and too small a bank account, maybe pathetic discounts should be taken advantage of instead of criticised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm just aiming to get a colour laser printer and a pair of bluetooth headphones from Sony. Those 2 items are probably going to set me back about $800 which is why it's probably best to take advantage of any discounts that might come in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all the abstinence, I WILL still be going for my pedicures and I need one real soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-4126894819015392955?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4126894819015392955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=4126894819015392955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4126894819015392955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4126894819015392955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/05/really-im-not-spending.html' title='Really, I&apos;m not spending'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1787800812522200984</id><published>2009-04-27T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:51:56.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Bunny</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love this video. Never get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxgRJIcX7OQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxgRJIcX7OQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1787800812522200984?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1787800812522200984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1787800812522200984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1787800812522200984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1787800812522200984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/04/kill-bunny.html' title='Kill Bunny'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1252417224807492540</id><published>2009-04-26T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:34:11.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Boy Genius!</title><content type='html'>Today marks the 19th birthday of a boy genius by the name of Nicholas. Since the middle of this week, Jamie and I have been flooding each others' phones with SMSes, plotting how Justin and I would make our grand entrance at the Botanic Garden and if you thought that we were going to be strippers in a cake, no, our plan wasn't to make Nicholas foam and die just after turning 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything was so crazy and the weather wasn't on our side either so by the time I collected the cake, it was pouring and I was stuck in town and his dad had to come pick me up. The celebration had to be relocated to his place and Justin couldn't make it in the end so he missed out on all the fun :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to his place and was trying to sneak in when Nicholas goes "HI SEAN!!!" Plan failed... But at least he (and everyone else) loved the cake I got for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2867_75783108599_587088599_1687355_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/2867_75783108599_587088599_1687355_.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1252417224807492540?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1252417224807492540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1252417224807492540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1252417224807492540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1252417224807492540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-boy-genius.html' title='Happy Birthday Boy Genius!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-339622779960570459</id><published>2009-04-20T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:06:46.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has all my money gone?</title><content type='html'>I have no idea where all my money is going. I hardly buy anything right now, I'm not stupid enough like some people to spend on diamond rings but my bank balance just seem to keep decreasing and decreasing as the months pass. I'm seriously broke and in debt and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks back I got a new phone, the camera-less E51, that my father had to pay for. I also had to borrow money for him to enroll in night classes and the fees came up to $360 and I don't feel good about him paying for all these for me so I have to pay him back, meaning I've been set back by about a month's pay already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy just gave me $100 today for no reason and I'm still getting pocket money, all of which, I'm very sure, will disappear without my knowledge. I feel really bad at how all my money's just flying away lah, like I'm leeching off everybody or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually was planning to buy a couple of stuff but I guess I've got to put them on hold for now, or at least until I'm financially stable again. Seriously, I don't know what's going on sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-339622779960570459?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/339622779960570459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=339622779960570459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/339622779960570459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/339622779960570459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-has-all-my-money-gone.html' title='Where has all my money gone?'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-3539876725948701833</id><published>2009-04-08T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:22:06.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're gonna hate me</title><content type='html'>I think I'll never cut my toenails myself ever again. Nothing happened, don't worry. I just much rather pay someone to do it for me since such services are available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-3539876725948701833?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3539876725948701833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=3539876725948701833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3539876725948701833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3539876725948701833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-gonna-hate-me.html' title='You&apos;re gonna hate me'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-4510212625960266212</id><published>2009-04-05T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:02:59.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New favourite show!</title><content type='html'>I paid Nick a visit today but it was just too bad that Justin couldn’t tag along. It was great to see him after 3 weeks and good to know that he’s doing fine and hanging in there. I really do hope he completes his course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s pretty much how I spent my day, having him show me, his family and girlfriend around the place and I must say that compared to hell, this place looks so much nicer and impressive. The facilities look so much better, the architecture has meaning behind it, it actually looks like a place fit for human beings to live in, and best of all, they have computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I have a new favourite show and as you’d have guess, it’s all for the wrong reasons. This time the reason would be stupidity. Cheap budget and fugly faces are a turn off for me but somehow I seem to love stupidity to the fullest. You’d probably already have an idea of what show I’m talking about but I’m still not going to mention the name of it. You know me, I don’t advertise for free unless I think it’s worth it. The best clue I can give you is that it just premiered today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, in no other shows would you have girls talking seriously about how worried they are of their nails breaking or losing one of the crystals that have been glued on to their nicely manicured nails. If you were lucky enough to have caught the programme today for a good laugh, I sure hope you fell in love with the same contestant as I did. FYI my favourite is the one who looks like Miley Cyrus, the one who was upset about losing a crystal from her nail. OH BOO HOO! I’m actually seriously rooting for her because she’s so entertaining with her stupid comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just telling Diva about my favourite contestant and this is how our conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she’s fugly like miley cyrus but she’s stupid like...&lt;br /&gt;she’s worse than you, truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bitchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;i am not fugly&lt;br /&gt;n stop grinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i was actually talking about the mental aspect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i wasn’t grinning. i was laughing out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;whateva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-4510212625960266212?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4510212625960266212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=4510212625960266212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4510212625960266212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4510212625960266212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-favourite-show.html' title='New favourite show!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-4970321981941327412</id><published>2009-03-29T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:46:04.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors don't always have brains</title><content type='html'>Due to certain really anal circumstances, and I’m assuming people as well, MCs from private clinics aren’t quite accepted from me anymore – actually the same goes for any other person who’s in the same boat as I am. So that meant that I had to go to TTSH, waste close to half my day on endless waiting just for a slip of paper and medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s wrong with me this time is that I’m coughing AGAIN. But this morning I noticed that my phlegm was oddly coloured and I thought it was due to the chocolate milk that I drank but then I realised that it was actually blood in my phlegm. All I could think was “don’t let it be TB!” So since it seemed serious, it made perfect sense to get myself checked and get well as soon as I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the hospital and after all the waiting and drawing my blood, they tell me that it’s just an infection and I’ll get a free gift called Amoxicillin. They also gave me MC and gave me a choice of 1 or 2 days. I chose 2 days. I got my MC at 6PM. I’m going back on Tuesday. Why would any doctor give you an MC that covers you on a day you don’t work and from 6PM? Imagine what would have happened if I chose 1 day... Brainless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-4970321981941327412?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4970321981941327412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=4970321981941327412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4970321981941327412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4970321981941327412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/03/doctors-dont-always-have-brains.html' title='Doctors don&apos;t always have brains'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-6355172168966589203</id><published>2009-03-22T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:57:07.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been great</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2640_140064090443_533135443_6240336.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/2640_140064090443_533135443_6240336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at this picture and it just reminds me of everything we went through, how much of a wreck I was and how much these 2 great friends were always there to keep me going. I’m blessed that they’re in my life, happy that we got to know each other, and so glad that we’re friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should be sad about anything regarding the past 3 months, it would be that we’re no longer together but I’ve learnt not to be sad that it’s over, but to be happy that it happened. I never knew that I could meet such great people in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from tht, I’m pretty happy with how I’ve spent the last 12 days. I’ve met up with close friends, best friends, an old friend and gotten back in touch with...life. The last 12 days, I think, were pretty essential to me and though I’ve overslept, lazed around the house, wasted time in town, I’m happy I did all that because I’ve forgotten what that felt like. But now that the 12 days are over, I'm happy that it happened, not sad that it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-6355172168966589203?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6355172168966589203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=6355172168966589203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6355172168966589203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6355172168966589203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-great.html' title='It&apos;s been great'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1110413824388896228</id><published>2009-03-18T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:46:03.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangko, Day 4 – last day</title><content type='html'>I am kindda sad to leave this country where I’ve learnt what it feels like to live with hardly any worries at all, maybe except when it comes to sitting on a tuktuk. The difference between the rides here and in Phuket are that in Phuket, you can sleep on a tuktuk but in Bangkok, you cling on to whatever you can for dear life. But other than that, I think I’ve lived like a king for the past 3 days and although I didn’t spend as much or buy as much as I desired to, I’m happy and after feeling all dark and gloomy in the past month, happiness is something that has become of utmost importance in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know but it seems like Thailand is the place for me to unwind, relax and recharge whenever I’m not in best shape. The trip to Phuket came during a crazy period in my life and I think it did a lot of good for me then and Bangkok’s done the same thing for me this time. I don’t know what exactly it is but maybe I’ve found a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure that I’ll be coming back again someday, I just don’t know when. But when that time comes, hopefully I’ll be able to afford a condo here. And trust me, it’s so cheap even I believe I can buy one in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1110413824388896228?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1110413824388896228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1110413824388896228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1110413824388896228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1110413824388896228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/03/bangko-day-4-last-day.html' title='Bangko, Day 4 – last day'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-6049318686487299263</id><published>2009-03-17T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:34:56.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagkok, Day 3 – Siam paragon &amp; Central World</title><content type='html'>Headed to the shopping district today to search for G-Star Raw because I was eyeing a jacket from it and it was sold out at the stores here. I knew we had to head to Chitlom, a train station which was near a shopping centre where G-Star Raw was, but the help we got told the taxi driver to drive us to Silom, a totally different place. We ended up stopping at Siam Paragon which wasn’t too bad since it was on the same street as my main objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Siam Paragon is impressive; it really reminds me of Vivo with all the empty space it has but at the same time it has the high end boutiques that ooze prestige. We didn’t spend much time there since there wasn’t anything to do but if we did really want to walk around and cover the whole place, we probably could have spent a whole day there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after walking around for an hour we decided to head to Central World. The first thing I noticed when I got there was how empty it was and how each of the shops that greeted me seemed to have displays at their windows that, just by looking, you know they hide in a secret safe in the shop at the end of the day. It’s probably the first time I called a place atas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that turned out to be just a greeting, something like how the bougainvilleas welcome you as you leave the airport by road; it’s short-lived and the beauty of it fades off quickly. I found G-Star Raw but sadly, they only had the jacket I was eyeing in print. My next option is to get it online and thank God I found a seller in Spain who’s willing to part with an M-sized one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-6049318686487299263?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6049318686487299263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=6049318686487299263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6049318686487299263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6049318686487299263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/03/bagkok-day-3-siam-paragon-central-world.html' title='Bagkok, Day 3 – Siam paragon &amp; Central World'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-239377907452626237</id><published>2009-03-16T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:00:01.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok, Day 2 - Chatuchak &amp; Suan Lum</title><content type='html'>Imagine Bugis Village being spread out across a land space of about 35 acres and trying to cover all the stalls within a day. That was pretty much our schedule for today at Chatuchak Weekend Market and it was absolutely tiring but really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part of the whole market would probably be the section with all the animals. I saw a Husky and it was SO CUTE but just too bad I can’t buy it and bring it back home and still keep it as my puppy. It was only about a foot long though it was the biggest pup I saw at the market. The rabbits and birds didn’t interest me so I totally didn’t give a shit about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides pets, the market sells used clothes (wtf, i know), clothes. Jewellery, wooden carvings, watches, leather cuffs, belts, sunglasses, bags, vases, pots, plates, utensils and basically anything that they can sell at the market. There are a lot of repeat stuff though so it’s not wise to buy the first thing you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had no plans for the night but I didn’t want to waste it away so when my sister invited me to join her and her friend at a night market, I agreed despite my fatigue and worn out legs. The highlight of that market would be the 2 ladyboys I saw but I’m not trying to say that Suan Lum Night Bazaar is boring; half the shops were closed by the time we got there but the 2 über hot ladyboys were the shit man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-239377907452626237?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/239377907452626237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=239377907452626237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/239377907452626237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/239377907452626237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/03/bangkok-day-2-chatuchak-suan-lum.html' title='Bangkok, Day 2 - Chatuchak &amp; Suan Lum'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-3254589616715933783</id><published>2009-03-15T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:35:42.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok, Day 1 - just arrived!</title><content type='html'>So day 1 in Bangkok’s been good so far but our day started kindda late so we didn’t get to do much. I’ve already spent 190 baht (that’s I think about $9.50) on a shirt and I haven’t bought anything for anybody yet. But I walked pass a shop that sold kinky school girl and nurse costumes and I wanted to get it but I had no idea who to get it for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re supposed to go to some super bigass market tomorrow and we’ll be walking only a part of it for the whole day (it’s so big we can’t finish walking the whole place in a day). Hopefully I’ll be lucky enough to find someone who can get me some hair in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m freaking tired and I need my rest now. Will write more about Bangkok and ladyboy sightings tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-3254589616715933783?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3254589616715933783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=3254589616715933783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3254589616715933783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3254589616715933783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/03/bangkok-day-1.html' title='Bangkok, Day 1 - just arrived!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1383969273527668952</id><published>2009-03-13T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:28:55.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of hell and back on Earth</title><content type='html'>MANY days of MC&lt;br /&gt;6 days straight of not showering, washing my face, brushing my teeth and taking a crap&lt;br /&gt;5 suicidal thoughts&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks of depression&lt;br /&gt;3 months in hell&lt;br /&gt;2 great friends made&lt;br /&gt;1 moron on my hate list&lt;br /&gt;0 cigarettes smoked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might have guessed, I managed to survive hell and get out of it. I really don’t know how I did it but I know for sure that I couldn’t have done it without the many words of encouragement from my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that my stay in hell has been crazy. I’ve never felt so desperate, stressed, suicidal, sick, emotionally unstable, depressed, and home sick in my life and all of that at the same time. But all of these negative feelings have made me appreciate the many things that I used to take for granted and that’s one thing that I’m very happy with, learning to appreciate every little thing in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that I’ve learnt to treasure much more now is freedom. It might not occur to you but your freedom comes at the price of another person’s freedom. You might not understand it but once you’re in my shoes I’m sure you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite learning to appreciate many things in life much more and growing up, I don’t like the person that I’ve turned into. I don’t recognise myself anymore and I hope that being out of hell will allow me to change back into the person I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank Justin and Nicholas for always being there for me. I really don’t know how I’d have gotten through hell without them. It’s just too bad we never got to take a picture together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1383969273527668952?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1383969273527668952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1383969273527668952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1383969273527668952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1383969273527668952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-hell-and-back-on-earth.html' title='Out of hell and back on Earth'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-8773347255905803035</id><published>2009-03-08T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:56:04.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel at last. It's been long enough and I can't wait for this journey to be over. It feels like just a matter of hours before everything's over. I think this feeling is called hope; something I haven't felt in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for you positive messages everybody. It helped to keep me going and it also showed who bothered enough to care abou me. I can't wait to come out and celebrate with you guys! I'll be coming out of hell real soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-8773347255905803035?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8773347255905803035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=8773347255905803035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8773347255905803035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8773347255905803035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/03/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-4105170756476311189</id><published>2009-03-07T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:07:04.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"what the hell was I thinking?!"</title><content type='html'>My mood has been getting better recently but it’s still really difficult to live in this state. I’ve started counselling and I’m told that what I say is “uncommon” which can actually be interpreted as “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you as well”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also been really busy recently; I sometimes feel like I’m being shoved from one place to another and before I can sink into my chair and get comfy for a while I have to be at some other place again like I suddenly won the Oscar for Best Actor and I still have another 18,000 interviews left to do and although it’s good that it helps to keep my mind busy I just feel like what I really need is a break but like no one seems to understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my brain’s been overworked to the point where I can’t make any proper decisions for myself and longer. Proof of that would be that I’ve signed my life away and later on I go “what the hell was I thinking?!” and I had actually decided that I WASN’T going to do it. Now I have to try to do some serious damage control by doing more damage – yes, believe it or not that’s the only way I know of that could solve my stupid mistake – and I would probably end up back in square 1 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just so thankful that my much needed weekend is here. I’ve got to celebrate my grandmother’s birthday later and I don’t know what to expect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-4105170756476311189?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4105170756476311189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=4105170756476311189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4105170756476311189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4105170756476311189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-hell-was-i-thinking.html' title='&quot;what the hell was I thinking?!&quot;'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-2704050693921484023</id><published>2009-02-28T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:06:06.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still feel like SHIT</title><content type='html'>I’m feeling very feverish today but my temperature seems pretty normal. I think right now my body is just following my mind into the deep shithole I don’t know how to get out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is only 10 days away but at the rate I’m going, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it through those 10 days. I don’t have a good feeling about my remaining days in hell – like duh! It’s hell for that reason – and I’m really uncertain about what’s gonna happen after that but I think right now, I shouldn’t be bothering about that because I’ve got other stuff to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Phuket is cancelled so I guess I won’t be able to “find myself” but Bankok still got the green light so hopefully that can help. All I got to do is live long enough till then because at the rate I’m going, I don’t think I need to kill myself; I’ll probably die on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-2704050693921484023?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/2704050693921484023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=2704050693921484023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2704050693921484023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2704050693921484023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-still-feel-like-shit.html' title='I still feel like SHIT'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-3889231011635114602</id><published>2009-02-26T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:50:02.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like SHIT</title><content type='html'>I’m going through a really unhappy phase of my life right now. It all started last Monday when I woke up feeling as if someone close to me had died. Some of you might have gotten my message asking if everything was alright. If you didn’t understand why I asked such a question, now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since that day I’ve been feeling like shit every day. I cry for no reason at all, my thoughts are constantly negative, it takes so much effort just concentrating on something that others may find effortless, I’m losing my appetite, having troubles sleeping; basically my life is on a downward spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Tuesday (this Tuesday) I finally got to see a doctor about it and I was given 3 days of MC. I’ve spent those 3 days well, doing things that I’d call “happy things” and hanging out with close friends and my family but whenever all of that ends, I just go back to square one and my world is back to being grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that things get better and that I don’t decide to kill myself like hang myself from a tree or something. But even if that does happen, just be happy for me that I’m no long feeling like shit on a daily basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-3889231011635114602?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3889231011635114602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=3889231011635114602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3889231011635114602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3889231011635114602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-like-shit.html' title='I feel like SHIT'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-3295132969404567940</id><published>2009-02-22T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:12:24.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New MP3!</title><content type='html'>I've finally bought a new MP3 player today! I initially had decided on this: &lt;a href="http://www.sony.com.sg/product/nwz-s739f"&gt;http://www.sony.com.sg/product/nwz-s739f&lt;/a&gt; but I still kindda wanted &lt;a href="http://www.sony.com.sg/product/nwz-a829"&gt;http://www.sony.com.sg/product/nwz-a829&lt;/a&gt; for its Bluetooth functions but due to the price difference, I decided to take the former instead and Bluetooth wasn't a must for me; it would just be more convenient to transfer files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I headed to Sony today and, lucky me, the latter was going for only $299! $100 cheaper than the other model and $160 cheaper than its normal price. Both model are pretty much on par (or at least I think so) so I just made things easy for myself and went for the cheaper one. And the other good thing about Bluetooth is that I'll be able to use wireless earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad I can't use it so soon. The initial charge is 8 hours and I don't have time to wait for it to charge that long so I've got to stick with the shitty Samsung one for this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-3295132969404567940?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3295132969404567940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=3295132969404567940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3295132969404567940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3295132969404567940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-mp3.html' title='New MP3!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-8305102494149499671</id><published>2009-02-21T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:57:53.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like change</title><content type='html'>After having the same sofa set for over (at least) the past 20 years of my life, we've finally placed an order for a new sofa. I don't know why but my father thinks that the current one is in close to perfect condition and is extremely attached to it which is why it has been in my family since Mother Mary got pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one problem about shopping with my father is that he doesn't do any discussion with you so what he intends to get is always different from what everyone else has agreed on, whether he was included in the discussion or not. That simpleton was looking for any other ugly sofa to replace the 3 seater we have and he still wanted to keep the 2 1-seater armchairs. Imagine it as a suit that comes in a set. It's plain and black but now the blazer is screwed up. Instead of getting a new set, he chooses to replace the blazer with a striped brown one and that is his idea of matching furniture (or anything in the world actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to do things the usual way and leave him out of the decision making process and take it into our own hands. And of course, with my good taste, we ended up with a decent looking sofa with good coloured covers thanks to my good taste again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time I start planning on getting rid of the coffee table...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-8305102494149499671?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8305102494149499671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=8305102494149499671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8305102494149499671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8305102494149499671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-woke-up-on-monday-with-crappiest.html' title='I like change'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-5986743312547924638</id><published>2009-02-15T03:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:05:13.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed</title><content type='html'>I think I've been awake for 24 hours. It's not a pleasant feeling but it sure feels like an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's been kindda ok for me I guess. I had an aim that I was truly focused on and I prayed about it as if my life depended on it. But in  the end, I didn't manage to reach my goal but I'm still happy with the outcome and I can say that I did my best, which is what really matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to sleep now or my speech will get all screwed up and I mumble stuff like "why you got cum on your arm?" True story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-5986743312547924638?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/5986743312547924638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=5986743312547924638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/5986743312547924638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/5986743312547924638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/02/missed.html' title='Missed'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-3758261974869613812</id><published>2009-02-08T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:28:38.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at what I bought!</title><content type='html'>I placed an order for the Binbin waste paper basket last week and it arrived this Thursday. I checked it the moment I got back and lucky for me there weren't any damages. I had to ship it in (I think from the Netherlands) so it would've been really troublesome if I had to ship it back because of damages and all that nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=binbin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/binbin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, there's nothing going on in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-3758261974869613812?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3758261974869613812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=3758261974869613812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3758261974869613812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3758261974869613812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-at-what-i-bought.html' title='Look at what I bought!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-8265727126421839862</id><published>2009-02-01T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:48:38.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my life</title><content type='html'>I’m currently on MC and I’m loving every second I get to spend at home. I’m down with some weird stomach thingy; doctor thinks it’s stomach flu but at least it hasn’t reached the stage where I’m vomiting and diarrhoea-ing 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to spend some time at home really reminds me of how much I miss what my life used to be. I got a DVD today but I haven’t got to watch it yet. Was busy with dinner because it was mummy’s birthday and I was catching up with people when I got back home. I hope my life isn’t gonna be like this for 2 years man. Don’t know how the hell I’ll be able to keep up with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m already done with 8 weeks; I’ve got about 5 more weeks to go. I want it to end for good; going to hell and coming out alive is bad enough, I don’t need to go through it again. Maybe I should just lead a simple life and stay under the radar. I really don’t know what I want at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mummy. Sorry I couldn't find a better present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-8265727126421839862?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8265727126421839862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=8265727126421839862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8265727126421839862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8265727126421839862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-my-life.html' title='I miss my life'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-3232067406893591946</id><published>2009-01-27T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:21:45.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please let it be a short week</title><content type='html'>My New Year celebrations have been good so far and I think that having just 2 days of public holiday isn’t long enough. I got to meet up with relatives after a long time and thankfully didn’t have to put up with the “you got girlfriend” questions (or at least not as much as I was expecting). I guess the ang paos I get can kindda make up for putting up with those inane conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ryan today and it was supposed to be my treat but I think we both forgot about it (honestly, if you read this I only remember now that I said it was going to be my treat). He had a lot to talk about but I think I’m seriously forgetting how to use my brains because I was pretty quiet the whole time but today is the day that we decided that we’re gonna grow rich together! I still want my Rado watch though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week’s gonna be a short one and I’m hoping it’ll be a good one. I can’t wait for this weekend again because I need to shop! My MP3 player’s gonna die real soon; it’s starting to split apart from one of the corners. Anyone got any good recommendations? And remember, I hate touch sensitive stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-3232067406893591946?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3232067406893591946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=3232067406893591946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3232067406893591946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3232067406893591946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-let-it-be-short-week.html' title='Please let it be a short week'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-3579072545523515882</id><published>2009-01-24T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:51:45.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>So basically what happened is that I went on a horrible holiday to a place where there's no such thing as internet and there're no phones, nothing for me to contact the outside world. During my extremely wonderful holiday, I didn't have time to brush my teeth, I couldn't bathe, couldn't wash my face, refused to shit (but I definitely pissed but kept it to a minimum) for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's really interesting about my holiday was that I became a really smelly, really dirty person but I think I kindda got used to it. When I got home, my feet had a 'stench radius' of about 3 meters, my clothes smelled so bad and were so dirty my mummy washed them 3 times, and the best part was that I smelled so bad for so long that I got used to it and I couldn't tell how bad my feet or my clothes smelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing about my holiday was that it really made me learn to appreciate the really basic stuff like having lights on at night, music that's easily available, loved ones and many other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really happy to be back and pigging out like nobody's business. Right now I eat even when I'm full and I ALWAYS have dessert after every meal. I'm looking forward to enjopying my next few days of public holiday and hopefully meet up with friends who remind me that I'm getting skinnier and more autistic by the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-3579072545523515882?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3579072545523515882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=3579072545523515882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3579072545523515882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3579072545523515882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-4928249280774091457</id><published>2009-01-11T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:13:54.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Gone</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna be gone for a long time. 2 weeks if I'm not wrong. I don't know if I'll still be alive the next time you see me. Pray for me. I'll need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sean Remiel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-4928249280774091457?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4928249280774091457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=4928249280774091457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4928249280774091457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4928249280774091457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-gone.html' title='Long Gone'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-4133682283354319377</id><published>2009-01-10T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:58:19.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Armin van Buuren @ Zouk</title><content type='html'>Last night was probably the best clubbing experience I’ve had so far and I actually have my sister to thank for that. Being away really does suck because you have no idea what’s going on in the real world or any kind of news that would actually matter in the real world like Armin van Buuren playing at Zouk for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the main reason why I decided to accompany my sister yesterday and although the club was packed like a sardine can I still had lots of fun and I stayed all the way until 5. Was really tired after that but I must say that it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried taking a couple of pictures but a 2MP camera phone isn’t able to work miracles in dark places and I didn’t bring the camera since we pretty much left in a hurry which means no pictures. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-4133682283354319377?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4133682283354319377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=4133682283354319377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4133682283354319377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4133682283354319377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/01/armin-van-buuren-zouk.html' title='Armin van Buuren @ Zouk'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-7621310858397566805</id><published>2009-01-02T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:06:22.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm growing brainless</title><content type='html'>I met up with Isa and Di last night for just a drink. I had just a pint of Hoegaarden or something like that but in those few hours we spent together, Isa made it very clear to me that I was starting to sound like an autistic child. I guess if you've gone through what I have so far, you find having a brain quite a disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also added that I seemed stressed and I wasn't myself anymore, like I wasn't the retarded happy kid who loved to sniff the smell of stale tabacco on him from behind or the same kid that would jump up and down for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that night brought me to realise that I'm slowly growing brainless and it kindda scares me. If that's what I've become, that's how much I've change just over a month, imagine what I'd be like after 3 months. Am I going to become a loser like Loser Parasite? I better start praying and ask for God to save me from that horrible fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But over the last 2 days, I've learnt that you can be brainless, speak horrible English and still have the whole world like you. See for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYcmZ2x2NZE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYcmZ2x2NZE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-7621310858397566805?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7621310858397566805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=7621310858397566805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7621310858397566805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7621310858397566805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-growing-brainless.html' title='I&apos;m growing brainless'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-7715766911457958730</id><published>2008-12-26T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:00:46.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>It’s been a long time since I last blogged and that’s because I’ve been pretty busy and also because Blackbitch isn’t always with me anymore. Now Blackbitch goes to Timmy during the weekdays and it comes back to me during the weekends, like how a child gets shoved around between father and mother during from weekdays to weekends because they aren’t together anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the last 2 weeks have been crazy. There’s just too much to say but simply put, I’ve learnt to appreciate many small things that we’d normally take for granted. Like imagine having no music, no shows to watch, no news for 2 weeks; it’s horrible to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But over those 2 weeks, I’ve learnt to shut my brain off and play songs in my head which is such a necessity if you’re in my position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-7715766911457958730?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7715766911457958730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=7715766911457958730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7715766911457958730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7715766911457958730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/12/gone-2-weeks.html' title='Gone 2 weeks'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-7061953489509501995</id><published>2008-12-06T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:31:59.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas comes early!</title><content type='html'>I got my first Christmas present today and it's all thanks to sean mummy. She paid a part of it and I paid for the rest and the best part was that it was on 30% discount so I didn't see why I had to hesitate. But I did make a promise to myself not to buy it if it wasn't comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/Shopping/?action=view&amp;current=DG.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/Shopping/DG.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, my first and I'm assuming best Christmas present this year. I'm seriously hoping that this will be a good investment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-7061953489509501995?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7061953489509501995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=7061953489509501995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7061953489509501995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7061953489509501995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-comes-early.html' title='Christmas comes early!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/Shopping/th_DG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1816429674776765656</id><published>2008-11-29T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:44:46.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry stem knot</title><content type='html'>I was out shopping with Julia today and later on Ben came to join us and we had an early dinner to avoid competing with the rest of town for seats at a decent restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I've been telling Julia to buy a lot of stuff - mainly stuff that she wants - so I'm starting to see myself as the devil that tells her to spend but I end up contributing to the economy indirectly so I guess I'm still doing a good thing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Thomson shortly after to have ice cream with a few others at one of those late night cafes where I tried to tie knots with the stem of the cherries that came with the ice cream. The first attempt wasn't too good and I gave up and decided to eat my dessert since it was already melting. However, my second attempt wasn't too bad although it took quite a while but I'm pretty sure that practise makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/Retarded%20stuff/?action=view&amp;current=knot-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/Retarded%20stuff/knot-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1816429674776765656?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1816429674776765656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1816429674776765656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1816429674776765656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1816429674776765656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/cherry-stem-knot.html' title='Cherry stem knot'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/Retarded%20stuff/th_knot-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-7478277023393341954</id><published>2008-11-20T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:54:56.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy with Christmas</title><content type='html'>I've been extremely busy lately which explains the lack of updates. Basically, I'm just trying to rush my production of Christmas cards in time for Christmas. You really can't blame me for being popular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't expect any presents from me this Christmas. I'm eyeing a pair of D&amp;amp;G shoes that retails at $429 and an AX jacket that's $369. Pray to God that some kind soul would get me that this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've done the usual and asked Sean Mummy for a Bentley for Christmas. Truth be told, I'm not even expecting the model.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-7478277023393341954?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7478277023393341954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=7478277023393341954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7478277023393341954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7478277023393341954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-with-christmas.html' title='Busy with Christmas'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-7509722504770795151</id><published>2008-11-13T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:41:06.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jusses is born?</title><content type='html'>I was out with my stud muffins just now. We caught Quantom of Solace, and it's a perfect movie for wasting money, and we walked around town after that. So we were walking around Kinokuniya and we saw a rather interesting pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/Retarded%20stuff/?action=view&amp;current=jusses.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/Retarded%20stuff/jusses.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-7509722504770795151?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7509722504770795151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=7509722504770795151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7509722504770795151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7509722504770795151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/jusses-is-born.html' title='Jusses is born?'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/Retarded%20stuff/th_jusses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-8971905756817164359</id><published>2008-11-07T04:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T04:07:51.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effing good news!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just received effing good news!!!!!! I just found out that The Prodigy are FINALLY done recording their 5th studio album. It was supposed to be done like a year ago but it was delayed numerou times UNTIL NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invaders Must Die contains 11 tracks and will be out March 2 but I'm guessing that it'll take a while for it to get to this small island. I seriously can't wait for it! Too bad I won't be able to get it as a Christmas present this year. But who cares? All I can be bothered about now is getting to listen to those 11 tracks in March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-8971905756817164359?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8971905756817164359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=8971905756817164359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8971905756817164359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8971905756817164359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/effing-good-news.html' title='Effing good news!!!!!!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-2528902377668946877</id><published>2008-11-02T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:29:12.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting kiddy ride</title><content type='html'>After mass today, I headed over to one of the usual spots with my parents for lunch. After lunch they went to get groceries while I chose to walk around. And then this kiddy ride got my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=boner.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/boner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddy ride is shaped like an ambulance so the kids will be &lt;em&gt;riding&lt;/em&gt; in the front and the bear in the picture will be at the back, implying that there's someting wrong with the bear. I'm not too sure but I'm guessing the bear had an overdose of viagra or it needs to shift its wang to the centre pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-2528902377668946877?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/2528902377668946877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=2528902377668946877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2528902377668946877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2528902377668946877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/11/interesting-kiddy-ride.html' title='Interesting kiddy ride'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-6265234591048884222</id><published>2008-10-31T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:00:57.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats</title><content type='html'>I just wanna say congrats to Armin van Buuren who was voted no.1 DJ for the second time in a row. Tiesto and Paul van Dyk were 2nd and 3rd respectively. I just think they all deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-6265234591048884222?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6265234591048884222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=6265234591048884222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6265234591048884222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6265234591048884222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/10/congrats.html' title='Congrats'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-2167073359812819197</id><published>2008-10-27T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:04:17.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyoncé's an 'actor'</title><content type='html'>Looks like I have been given the oh-so-honourable task of editing Diva's report again. And as usual, I'm pulling my hair out and bashing my brains in just to figure out what he's trying to say half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I read one very interesting thing in his report when I was nearing the end of it. He has taken Beyoncé as his muse and under occupataion he wrote "singer and actor". I always knew she was a man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm running out of brain power and I have to save some reserves to continue with editing of his stupid report tomorrow. I really need rest now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Diva, you gotta start paying me for my help. I'll start by charging you a dollar a word for your 6000 word report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-2167073359812819197?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/2167073359812819197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=2167073359812819197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2167073359812819197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2167073359812819197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/10/beyoncs-actor.html' title='Beyoncé&apos;s an &apos;actor&apos;'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-4655360012989270691</id><published>2008-10-25T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T02:39:51.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is running out</title><content type='html'>It has been decided and my time is almost up. I'm just praying that I'll get through it. People, let's do whatever we have to do quick and before my time runs out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-4655360012989270691?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4655360012989270691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=4655360012989270691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4655360012989270691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4655360012989270691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-is-running-out.html' title='Time is running out'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-8053690147075916484</id><published>2008-10-22T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T02:31:49.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tai Lung's dead cool...</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot about this scene in Kung Fu Panda recently 'cause I think it's so cool how Tai Lung escaped. Tai Lung's cool man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cG3d1nPDEVQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cG3d1nPDEVQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-8053690147075916484?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8053690147075916484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=8053690147075916484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8053690147075916484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8053690147075916484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/10/tai-lungs-dead-cool.html' title='Tai Lung&apos;s dead cool...'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1029424483583522814</id><published>2008-10-17T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:40:10.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Eugene!</title><content type='html'>I absolutely can’t believe how today went. I’m so happy everything went well although it wasn’t exactly according to plan; everything went well so I can’t grumble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we threw a surprise party for Stud Muffin aka Eugene and I was the party planner so for the last couple of days I was something like a crazy bitch on her period who gave orders to everybody regarding what to do, where to meet, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything went according to plan at first – meeting secretly, having dinner, buying cake(s), making the card – but things started to get a little complicating when we had to head over to Stud Muffin’s place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial plan was that Eddy would call me once he had successfully forced his brother to shower after coming back from shopping for soccer boots. While Stud Muffin’s in the toilet, we’ll sneak in, prepare everything and then SURPRISE! But somehow, that didn’t happen and they ended up at Macs at J8 instead. Pretty dangerous because we were all loitering outside 7-11 and I don’t know how but they didn’t bump into us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed to the block next to theirs to hide and soon after, Eddy came to collect us and then the whole preparation began – outside their home, at the stairwell. I was just hoping the candles wouldn’t have melted by the time we got to their door and thank God it didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went really well but too bad his “one and only” couldn’t make it. And there’re no pictures because I didn’t take any.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1029424483583522814?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1029424483583522814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1029424483583522814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1029424483583522814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1029424483583522814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-eugene.html' title='Happy Birthday Eugene!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-2952937342490856878</id><published>2008-10-16T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:43:38.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what time does 7-11 close?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/Retarded%20stuff/?action=view&amp;current=7-11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/Retarded%20stuff/7-11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-2952937342490856878?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/2952937342490856878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=2952937342490856878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2952937342490856878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2952937342490856878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-what-time-does-7-11-close.html' title='So what time does 7-11 close?'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/Retarded%20stuff/th_7-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-7055225893604649114</id><published>2008-10-12T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:33:20.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid bird bird!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's been a terribly busy day for me. First a stupid bird woke me up because it couldn't shut up. Then I had my breakfast followed by 2 rounds of diarrhoea. I tried to make a birthday card for Nick but then it failed because I had things on my mind and my stomach was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my bitches for lunch at Emma’s place and we had our usual rounds of bridge. His poor mum’s got her leg to nurse so she couldn’t cook us an awesome lunch which meant calling in KFC. It seemed like the only choice for us because I was absolutely objective to ordering something really good (and potentially expensive) since I was having the runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed straight to J8 after that to meet up with the rest for Nick’s party where I was pretty stoned because the lack of sleep was getting to me and it’s all thanks to that stupid bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the music video for Britney’s Womanizer is out but embedding the video has been disabled and I respect that so I’ll just leave you with the link. It’s already been viewed over a million times and it’s been up for only a day. That’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/BritneyTV?ob=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/BritneyTV?ob=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-7055225893604649114?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7055225893604649114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=7055225893604649114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7055225893604649114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7055225893604649114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/10/stupid-bird-bird.html' title='Stupid bird bird!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1819676484962950918</id><published>2008-10-06T16:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:46:31.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your name?</title><content type='html'>Timmy sent me this picture yesterday. I couldn't stop laughing at his name but then again, I think it's quite a pretty cool name. He's probably like the only person in the world who can really mean "I am Batman".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/Retarded%20stuff/?action=view&amp;current=batman_bin_suparman-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/Retarded%20stuff/batman_bin_suparman-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might not know or you're just too stupid to realise that I hate my Chinese name and I'm always telling myself that a name like "Chap Choi Tong" than whatever I've been named. Some people might feel the same as I do, I don't know, but whatever it is, be happy your name's not Wankoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1md5VTYn8Rs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1md5VTYn8Rs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1819676484962950918?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1819676484962950918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1819676484962950918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1819676484962950918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1819676484962950918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-your-name.html' title='What&apos;s your name?'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/Retarded%20stuff/th_batman_bin_suparman-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-8741908557172782530</id><published>2008-10-04T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T03:06:02.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Sexy Money!</title><content type='html'>I just want to say that I’m so glad Dirty Sexy Money is back after such a long wait. Season 1 ended pretty abruptly – I’m guessing it’s because of the writers’ strike – but season 2 continues the story pretty well and I have to say that the first episode was AWESOME to say the least, especially the twist at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’ve got no idea what Dirty Sexy Money is about, just go watch the show because it’s worth your time. Who needs trash like Heroes or Ugly Betty when you’ve got such a great show like that? What I love most about it is that it’s so scandalous and how they’re always trying to cover up things and all the politics involved. Yes, family politics is always fun... until you become victim to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think what really attracts me would be the fact that it reminds me a lot of a personal project that I never got to complete but this is far better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, Haney, I started watching Gossip Girl. My opinion: it’s an ok show, ok enough to keep you watching but nothing really makes me to OMG, you know. And also, I don’t understand why every girl (not on the show) is going crazy over Chace Crawford. I think he just looks ok, nothing amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo xo &lt;-- I just had to do that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-8741908557172782530?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8741908557172782530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=8741908557172782530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8741908557172782530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8741908557172782530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/10/dirty-sexy-money.html' title='Dirty Sexy Money!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-4793966336138900013</id><published>2008-10-01T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T03:11:08.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sloth monster!</title><content type='html'>For the last couple of days I’ve been really pigging out, doing nothing much. Aside from yesterday, I’ve been taking something like 14 hour sleeps everyday; yesterday I had only 3 hours of sleep due to some family drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m just really glad that last week’s over because I was so busy with helping a couple of friends with their projects. I had to help Diva with the writing of his report and I also had to help another friend with her filming and I must say that filming’s really tedious. You have to decide the camera angle, settle the lighting, position your actors, adjust the mic and then when you’re filming, actors have to deliver their lines, portray the right emotions, there mustn’t be any unnecessary noises, the mic must not appear on film, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think that after last week, I deserve every minute of sleep I’m giving myself though I always wake up with a tint of guilt that I could have awoken in the morning and went for a run since I’m absolutely free and I’m sure it’d do my ass some good as well but then again, I don’t think I’d get much done by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Britney’s latest single ‘Womanizer’ is below. I got a good feeling it’s not out yet and I’ve no idea how it leaked out. But I think I much prefer ‘Mannequin’ to this but it’s slowly growing on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rsqoFL01BnU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rsqoFL01BnU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly,HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-4793966336138900013?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4793966336138900013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=4793966336138900013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4793966336138900013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4793966336138900013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/10/sloth-monster.html' title='Sloth monster!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-202851491585243208</id><published>2008-09-27T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:01:01.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me want to kill myself</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that I'm having my vacation now, I've been pretty damn busy the past week all thanks to Diva. He has given me the not so honourable task of editing his reports and trust me, you wouldn’t want to be in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone might think that editing a report is a simple task but wait until you read Diva’s writings. I don’t want to be mean but it makes you wonder what happened to his 11 years of being educated in English. The last time I edited his report, I nearly killed myself because it was so bad; random paragraphing, incomplete sentences, sentences that don’t make sense at all, punctuation problems, grammar problems, vocab problems, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the agony I go through editing his works, I’m not going to give up but that’s because I can’t. I’m not the kind of person who goes back on his word so I’m in this until the end. However, if I do kill myself in the near future, you know who to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Diva, I just want to say GO READ SOME FUCKING GOOD BOOKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-202851491585243208?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/202851491585243208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=202851491585243208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/202851491585243208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/202851491585243208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-make-me-want-to-kill-myself.html' title='You make me want to kill myself'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-1149574195594073651</id><published>2008-09-20T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:56:23.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got deflowered</title><content type='html'>I met up with my "entourage" at Bimbo Shitty this afternoon for lunch and Emma taught us how to play bridge when we were done. We were kindda hogging the table at the restaurant but we still had your fries to go and there were other empty tables as well so I didn’t see a need to feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bridge turns out to be the game that I absolutely love because it’s all about manipulation and it can also be kindda suspenseful but don’t ever think that there’s such a thing as a clear winner. Absolutely addictive but way too much to type here to teach you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home a little later than I planned – time really flies when you’re playing bridge – and I changed and headed out immediately to get deflowered – soccer wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a defender for my team, which was a good decision I guess. I can’t aim for nuts and my kicks have no power so I guess defender’s perfect for me. Just got to get the ball away from the opponents and pass it on to a teammate; sounds easy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got this feeling that this isn’t going to be my last time playing. My initial plan was to go there and be a referee or a cheerleader but the plan failed and Plan B wasn’t too bad so I guess why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-1149574195594073651?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1149574195594073651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=1149574195594073651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1149574195594073651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/1149574195594073651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-got-deflowered.html' title='I got deflowered'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-8263001634312363184</id><published>2008-09-16T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:47:39.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pink letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=letter.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="letter" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/letter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I received a letter from my poly today. It was a pink letter and from what I've heard, it usually means that you failed a course. But the thing is that I've already checked my results and I passed everything. Don't tell me they made a mistake... I knew it wasn't a happy birthday letter either; Temasek Polytechnic don't give a shit about its students' birthdays, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I opened it anyway - good news or bad news it had to be opened - and it said "Congratulations on the successful completion of your course of study!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be graduating in May next year and I can't wait for that! I got a feeling I'll be graduating with Eddy. Whoopee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is specially for Emma cause we all know he's such a great fan of SAMMI CHENG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-s84d8iabI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-8263001634312363184?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8263001634312363184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=8263001634312363184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8263001634312363184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8263001634312363184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/09/pink-letter.html' title='A pink letter'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-3206399159242444433</id><published>2008-09-15T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:02:14.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyebrown, medicure, fleckle</title><content type='html'>I was just clearing some stuff from my desk when I happened to see a flyer in the heap of junk. I wondered for a while why I'd keep such a thing when I'd normally throw it away on the spot until I read what was on the flyer. Just take note of the stuff in the read boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=stupid002-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="stupid001" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d165/sean_remiel/stupid002-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just a couple of things I wanted to highlight: eyebrow, not eyebrown; manicure, not medicure; freckle, not fleckle. The rest of the highlighted stuff are just mistakes that ching chongs make but what's up with the Red Cross flag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to keep this post short but I want to say thanks to everybody for their birthday wishes. It means a lot that people actually remembered and bothered to wish me. I did nothing for today but the fact that people remembered this date just made my day. By the way, did you hear the birthday siren at 12:05 today? Yeah, it was meant for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-3206399159242444433?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3206399159242444433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=3206399159242444433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3206399159242444433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/3206399159242444433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/09/eyebrown-medicure-fleckle.html' title='Eyebrown, medicure, fleckle'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-475602202836809828</id><published>2008-09-13T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:40:55.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk in a canal</title><content type='html'>I had a walk in a canal with eXcess today, carrying lanterns and what I referred to as “blue dicks” as we made our way from 1 end of Bishan to the other and then later back again but not in the canal. It was 3 firsts for me: walking in a canal, treading on algae and walking around with a blue light stick dangling from my fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a canal is kindda fun until it gets to the part with algae.1 good advice would be not wearing slippers – the more friction and more material the better – and of course, wear a pair of shoes that you won’t mind dirtying. The algae get really thick at certain parts of the canal and I kindda had to scratch my way into the cement with the sole of my slippers to get more friction and that really did help get my slippers and toes soaked with... algae cum? I’m not really sure what it’s called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to look out for while in a canal would be nonsense like broken fluorescent bulbs – again, another good reason to wear shoes you won’t mind spoiling – and the gross stuff that live in the canal, like toads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the walk wasn’t quite satisfying because there was this part that led out of the canal that was pitch black and I wanted to go in and explore since we all had our lanterns and blue dicks to light up the place. But we couldn’t go in because it was on the other side of the canal; the stream was too big and too infested with algae for us to cross and it had toads inside as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say that I did enjoy myself and I think if I hadn’t turned up today, I wouldn’t have had gone into that canal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-475602202836809828?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/475602202836809828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=475602202836809828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/475602202836809828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/475602202836809828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/09/walk-in-canal.html' title='A walk in a canal'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-6381473481781814594</id><published>2008-09-11T01:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T02:29:23.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS! (for me at least)</title><content type='html'>I've passed my exams, I've cleared every single subject that I had to clear, which means that I am going to graduate! My grades are shit of course but the most important thing is that school’s over, it’s behind me and I’m gonna get a diploma which also means I didn’t waste anybody’s money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thought of leaving the polytechnic is kindda bittersweet. So much has happened in the past 3 ½ years that a part of me wants to leave but I don’t want to let go of the great memories I’ve had, but still I got to move on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got to say that the celebration for Ben’s birthday yesterday was great. It was simple and I’m surprised that he wasn’t expecting anything and how everything fell in place so nicely that we managed to throw him the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot end this post without thanking God. I believe he worked a miracle for me and gave me exactly what I prayed for. I’m just so thankful man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-6381473481781814594?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6381473481781814594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=6381473481781814594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6381473481781814594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/6381473481781814594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-news-for-m-at-least.html' title='GOOD NEWS! (for me at least)'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-31702136455448041</id><published>2008-09-08T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:39:06.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music from Windows</title><content type='html'>Timmy showed me this video yesterday when I was at his place and I think it’s über cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsU3B0W3TMs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsU3B0W3TMs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on to more important matters, voting for the world’s number 1 DJ of 2008 will be ending in about 20 days and I would want to vote but I’m just torn between Armin Van Buuren, Paul Van Dyk and Tiësto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-31702136455448041?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/31702136455448041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=31702136455448041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/31702136455448041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/31702136455448041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/09/music-from-windows.html' title='Music from Windows'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-2660170644299326281</id><published>2008-09-01T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:55:53.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 votes!</title><content type='html'>So it has been decided by YOU PEOPLE (or more like the 4 who actually bothered) that this layout should remain. Whoopee I say because I like this layout too. And I’d like to thank the 4 people who voted for this layout. You people didn’t actually let the gadget go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happening in my life right now so don’t expect me to update much in the following weeks I guess. I’ve decided that I’m gonna live healthily – fruits replacing junk food, eating right and lots and lots of exercise – but I’m also expecting the plan to fail just like the million times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I finally nailed a nail in the wall and hung up my clock today; it’s been on the floor since I got it months ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-2660170644299326281?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/2660170644299326281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=2660170644299326281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2660170644299326281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2660170644299326281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/09/4-votes.html' title='4 votes!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-8924488828175254946</id><published>2008-08-29T02:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:27:39.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Timmy!</title><content type='html'>Today eXcess celebrated Timmy’s 16th birthday. I think the whole world had troubles getting him presents so he received a couple of nonsensical stuff (courtesy of Jo) like a balance tree and some other balancing toy that looks kindda obscene/sadistic. I was shopping for his gifts with her so when I saw what she picked I thought “hey! I want those for myself!” so I also grabbed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240022395190846530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JHrNqwSNZ9Q/SLhMmwhxJEI/AAAAAAAAANc/i3T4DjHy0Ec/s400/stupid_toys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So when Timmy arrived at Breeks (btw, getting a table for 12 is a pain in the ass!), I gave him the balance tree, but he didn’t seem too stoked about it so I gave him his real presents after that; I’m glad he likes it. But then Jo gave him her balance tree and he seemed a little confused about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240023007602086818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JHrNqwSNZ9Q/SLhNKZ7_E6I/AAAAAAAAANk/GawXc6GSHpM/s400/timmy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So after dinner, he opened up his toys and started playing with them. First was the obscene/sadistic one that he completed real quickly. Of course, me being me, I was still eating and I warned them that I could take a few days to finish. But later on, the balance tree came out and I ditched my almost finished food and joined the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught WallE after that and it’s quite an interesting movie but we got horrible seats so I can’t really say I enjoyed it thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I caught 4bia with Benjamin Seng on Wednesday. That’s one freaking good movie man! It scared the shit out of me and bloody full of suspense that I kept my eyes open tiny enough to read the subtitles and at some parts I just felt like running out of the cinema. If Emmanuel was there he’d probably wet his pants 15 times. No kidding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-8924488828175254946?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8924488828175254946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=8924488828175254946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8924488828175254946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/8924488828175254946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-timmy.html' title='Happy Birthday Timmy!'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JHrNqwSNZ9Q/SLhMmwhxJEI/AAAAAAAAANc/i3T4DjHy0Ec/s72-c/stupid_toys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-7189664539251461983</id><published>2008-08-26T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:08:54.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob and bangs?</title><content type='html'>Bob and bangs... sounds quite dirty huh? But I recently dreamt that I had a haircut and I ended up with bangs and a bob. It was quite bad that even I was laughing at it in my dream. I told emma about it and he said that he could actually imagine me with such a hairstyle. He probably wasn't thinking of what I had in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just to make everything clear, and easy for the not-as-quick-witted-as-me to understand what I had, I got what Gloria has in Devil May Cry 4 but shorter. You can watch the video below if you don't know who Gloria is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5TCdA1wJBm4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5TCdA1wJBm4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you still didn't get it, she's the girl. And don't ask me if she's wearing anything in between her legs because I have no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-7189664539251461983?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7189664539251461983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=7189664539251461983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7189664539251461983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7189664539251461983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/08/bob-and-bangs.html' title='Bob and bangs?'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-5439367931420271808</id><published>2008-08-24T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T03:00:45.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diva's birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>Today was the day we celebrated Diva's birthday. So this post will be all about Diva because he threw the stars into the sky, the sun shines for him, the moon revolves around him and saying stupid phrases is his forte. I'd have to say that the classic phrase would be "like Jesus said, keep your friends close and enemies closer" Hmmm...right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got him a present, a present which I was supposed to buy but my card got declined. Terribly embarrassing but again, this post isn't about me. It was a bag that he thought of getting when he was out with me on Tuesday, a tote according to him. I'm not a fan of totes, in fact I hate them and I don't see what's so fashionably great about carrying a bag around like a dumbell that does nothing but make you look ultra gay when you get tired of dangling it from your hands and decide to shift it over to your shoulder. I'm guessing he likes the present anyway mainly because it's from his wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I'd like to say that Diva's been great fun through the years. Truth be told, we're mostly laughing thanks to him. I can vividly recall the day when his sari got stuck in the wheel of a wheelchair and he panicked for the wheelchair. Or the time when he had a bad dye job and ended up looking like he had tiger fur for hair. Ok, I should stop this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, we all found out something about Diva today: he's a lefty. I personally didn't find it funny at all but Emma and Roy seemed pretty tickled by that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-5439367931420271808?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/5439367931420271808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=5439367931420271808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/5439367931420271808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/5439367931420271808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/08/divas-birthday-celebration.html' title='Diva&apos;s birthday celebration'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-4568901658974505587</id><published>2008-08-22T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:37:11.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out with EC</title><content type='html'>Today’s been a splendidly unproductive day. I kindda promised the whole world that I’d start studying today and, yes, I did start studying but whatever I’ve studied is so little I managed to squeeze it into the back of a small receipt and the receipt’s not even full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans also had to be changed cause I had to go meet EC and get certain things done and I was planning to go study at the library at Ngee Ann City but when I got there, I found out that the library had morphed into Jean Yip! WHAT’S THE WORLD COMING TO?! I really needed a place where I could sit down and plug my laptop to charge up by battery and the only place in town that I could think of was the library. So since it became Jean Yip, I settled for walking around town instead (and I’m not grumbling! :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was when EC was having his tuition and we decided to have dinner together after his tuition was over. First we intended to eat at this restaurant at The Cathay but the number of people at queue seemed more than the people inside the restaurant so we gave it a miss. Walked around PS and I saw a shop called “ass hut”. Über cool name I thought so I took a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237381174042089490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JHrNqwSNZ9Q/SK7qbdAY2BI/AAAAAAAAANI/uJ7ldG8jT04/s400/ass_hut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at United Square and relived our childhood there. Found a shelf decked out with what I’m guessing can be called hot toys. Just see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237381372710213586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JHrNqwSNZ9Q/SK7qnBGj19I/AAAAAAAAANQ/-ULN6PVCAD0/s400/thisishot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually think that this toy is amazing because it is able to get a child's creative juices flowing. Who needs Lego with such cool toys now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-4568901658974505587?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/4568901658974505587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=4568901658974505587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4568901658974505587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/4568901658974505587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-out-with-ec.html' title='Day out with EC'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JHrNqwSNZ9Q/SK7qbdAY2BI/AAAAAAAAANI/uJ7ldG8jT04/s72-c/ass_hut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-7994536835338407008</id><published>2008-08-21T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T03:34:44.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She said fuck? So what?</title><content type='html'>It seems like big news that Jade Seah said something that sounded a lot like 'fuck' while hosting Today in Beijing a few nights ago. The profanity seemed to come at the right moment, when the footage was slightly screwed up and in such a situation it's common for people to swear and it seems like people want her taken off the air because of that. Here's the footage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJt7642ateA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJt7642ateA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be wrong but I think it sounds more like a part of a word and it just happens to sound like fuck. You might think that I’m a Jade Seah fan and that I could be defending her but all I got to say to that is get a life! I am not a Jade Seah fan, I hardly watch any local productions, I don’t know Jade Seah and I wouldn’t be defending a person who doesn’t even know I exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I could be wrong and if I am then all I have to say is stop overreacting! Seriously, what is the harm in swearing on national TV? If it’s because it could be a bad influence on kids, then don’t send your kids to school because we all know that they’ll be learning much more than ‘fuck’ in any school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe because we’re a conservative Asian country. But then again, are we really that conservative? The commoners of our country are telling each other to go ‘fuck your mama’ (after translation) as often as any normal person breathes but where did they learn that phrase from? Watching Today in Beijing? I highly doubt so. And if we really are that conservative then shouldn’t Tammy be executed for making a sex video or teens punished for having sexual intercourse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s face it: we’re not a conservative country and in this day and age, we can’t be. It’s like too much damage has already been done and there is no way to undo it. In other words, you can’t stop a storm from approaching. You can try but you’ll never succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-7994536835338407008?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7994536835338407008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=7994536835338407008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7994536835338407008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/7994536835338407008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-said-fuck-so-what.html' title='She said fuck? So what?'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788527614848109008.post-2333173390114267067</id><published>2008-08-20T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:52:08.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye drawings</title><content type='html'>I had to scrub off the drawing from my arm today. It hurt like mad (mainly because I used a pumice stome) but at the same time I'm rather sad that such lovely art had to be erased from my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I found a blindfold in my bag today. How the hell did it get there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788527614848109008-2333173390114267067?l=seanremiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/feeds/2333173390114267067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788527614848109008&amp;postID=2333173390114267067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2333173390114267067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788527614848109008/posts/default/2333173390114267067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanremiel.blogspot.com/2008/08/bye-bye-drawings.html' title='Bye bye drawings'/><author><name>Remiel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
