<?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-6010383</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:24:05.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grey matter</title><subtitle type='html'>I am drifting without an anchor
Through your ambigous region
A strange continent
immune to all reason
And I'm flattered by
your grey matter

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-520457087971747678</id><published>2007-02-25T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:17:26.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know with each day that passes by, I pray to god I'll neverforget who you are.You mean everything to me.I love youOoh I prayYou were in my dreamBefore I even knew that there was a you and me,Now I can't wait to see your smile,When I wake up each day,It makes it worth whileWith the kinda love you plant inside, Specially with a heart so empty as mine.All your soft tenderness is the one thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/520457087971747678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/520457087971747678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#520457087971747678' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-6060248935558516516</id><published>2007-02-21T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:52:48.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need to talk with you again,Why did you go away,All our time together, just feels like yesterday,I never thought I’d see,A single day without you,You see the things we take for granted we can sometimes lose.And if I promise not to fell the pain,Will I see you again,Will I see you again.Time will pass me by, may be I’ll never learn to smile,But I know I will make it through,If you wait for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/6060248935558516516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/6060248935558516516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6060248935558516516' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-116930686536708810</id><published>2007-01-20T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:27:45.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I feel you Like a beautiful light Guiding my hand Through the darkest night Sometimes I hear you Like a whispering breeze In the call of the songbird In the distant trees And sometimes if I close my eyes I can see another place and time And sometimes I cry And sometimes I hurt Though I will always know I've been loved And sometimes I bleed From my broken heart Though I will always know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/116930686536708810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/116930686536708810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116930686536708810' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-116265835411130088</id><published>2006-11-04T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:39:14.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i could stand to be alonefor some time lose myself in white noise slip into the blur contemplate the color yellow right now i don't handle splashes too wellor too many teeth around me all at once armed like guns with something to say urgent whispers hoarse restraints quiet as paper cuts people steal me away cart my flesh into tiny crimson piles my bones have been sore rattling against each other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/116265835411130088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/116265835411130088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116265835411130088' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-115514136774028211</id><published>2006-08-10T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:36:07.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holiday flings,  are they meant to last? how do i tell the difference? things have taken a turn in my life. i am not for long distance relationships and yet i have left my heart in many places over the world. how do i tell myself that it was nothing more than someone companying me when i am alone in another place in the world? is there a solution to make it last? right now i am not sure, it is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/115514136774028211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/115514136774028211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115514136774028211' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-115324940635865026</id><published>2006-07-19T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T03:03:26.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>infatuation. how does differentiate infatuation from liking a person? i would like to think that i have found you but it was only over a short period of time that we spent together. and the funny thing is that you are what i think i am looking for. funny how life sometimes turn the tables around and bite you in the ass. and how do i make it clear to you that i want to get to know you better? will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/115324940635865026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/115324940635865026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115324940635865026' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-115159793099916129</id><published>2006-06-30T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:19:32.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we are fragments of the same dead star. we used to be one, then one day the star died and we fell unto the earth as rain. i long for us to be back together, in our own universe. are u the one? i've known you for over a year now and we haven't saw each other for nearly six months til last week, why is it that i think i am falling for you now? why do i find it hard to dismiss these feelings? was it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/115159793099916129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/115159793099916129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115159793099916129' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-114829366795683821</id><published>2006-05-22T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T18:27:47.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am i lonely? yes.am i upset? yes.am i confused? yes.do i have days when i've thrown a little pity party for myself?absofuckinglutely.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114829366795683821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114829366795683821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114829366795683821' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-114706996903106313</id><published>2006-05-08T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T14:32:49.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blanketed by a critus smileyour splash of sincerity evades meyour aim not at faulti just have no faith leftfor it to stick toit is strange how in justa few short monthsi can look back on myselflike a strangerand you(whom i loved?!)are like cumulous cloudsdull day after daywith your threats of thunderand promises of passioni await the blue flame!doused in nutmeg!wrapped in white linen!but as you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114706996903106313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114706996903106313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114706996903106313' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-114519243495905947</id><published>2006-04-16T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:00:35.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how i wished i didn't know you, it's becomed easier to dismiss these feelings but still it's hard to let go. how easy it seems that i have been led to believe that it was all i wanted. i should cut off all ties and spare the cord. still i am reluctant to do so, for fear that if i did, i would be making a huge mistake, so i hang on foolishly. it helps no one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114519243495905947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114519243495905947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114519243495905947' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-114490068657633745</id><published>2006-04-13T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:58:06.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want to love with wild abandoni want to be careless with my wordsi don't want to be restricted by boundairesi long for a sauvage connectioni long to run away with one maninto the darknessi long to make myself smalland nest my wings in his palmsi am longing....are u the one Z?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114490068657633745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114490068657633745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114490068657633745' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-114405316068304394</id><published>2006-04-03T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:32:40.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how foolish of me to think that he could be loving me, he could not be seduced by anything other than the temperance of need. it was from sex to next in the blink of an eye.so much for my happy ending.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114405316068304394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114405316068304394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114405316068304394' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-114344722567184585</id><published>2006-03-27T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:13:45.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how do you define something that has no name? and it had done nothing but cause me to doubt my judgement. again. so what if it doesn't fuel my soul? often liking doesn't equate love. infatuation doesn't equate love.  lust doesn't equate love.it's takes conviction and will to change old habits and embrace new ones. it takes courage to accept someone into your life. and i feel small. i am an ant, i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114344722567184585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114344722567184585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114344722567184585' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-114309663553434387</id><published>2006-03-23T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:50:35.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes the most unexpected things happen. and i am overwhelmed. my horoscope says that i will bathe in lots of earthly pleasure this coming week and only a few of them will be fulfilling to my soul. but this is one that i must risk in taking. never have i been so attracted to something and crave it so badly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114309663553434387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114309663553434387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114309663553434387' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-114162213152449325</id><published>2006-03-06T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T13:15:31.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it tickles my fancy and i become enchanted. i become infatuated. then i become depressed. the rhythm of feelings encountered has left a bitter aftertaste. it has caused me to doubt my judgement. pretty faces don't faze me anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114162213152449325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/114162213152449325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114162213152449325' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-112950070932187335</id><published>2005-10-17T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T06:11:49.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in terms of being in a relationship.isn't it just a label?what about breakups?breakups are tough, usually one party ends up getting hurt and the other just moves on. its the hurt party that usually searches for answers to what caused the breakup. usually he must learn something from it.do we search for lessons to lessen the pain?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/112950070932187335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/112950070932187335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112950070932187335' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-112868602378356279</id><published>2005-10-07T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T19:53:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>song: leave (get out) -jojomood: wallowing in self pity?i am beginning to see things in a different light. it's all clear to me now and it's still a bit hard to stomach the truth and all but it's getting easier by the day. still it is hard to let go, maybe because i am so used to him and our daily chores. i am so accustomed to thethings we do and share and to just let it go just like that seems </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/112868602378356279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/112868602378356279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112868602378356279' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-112859302805684485</id><published>2005-10-06T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T18:03:48.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>song: stupid- sarah maclachlanmood: bitterly depressedi feel as if i was never in love, or rather was not being loved. and the truth only surfaced after 10 months, and it hit me like ocean tides, coming to me in waves. it has cautioned me to be alone, to retreat inside myself and do some soul searching. i don't know what i want anymore or what is right for me to want, i have given so much yet in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/112859302805684485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/112859302805684485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112859302805684485' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-112193516515942162</id><published>2005-07-21T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T16:39:25.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>song: bedshaped- Keanemood: nonchalent mario left sg today. there are like a thousand things on my mind rite now. way too much skool work n shit to deal with rite now. life's a bitch. just turned 22. where has my life gone? apparently hanimario said that i've got men wrapped around my fingers, like as if. if only!! hah and whoa i haven't updated my blog for ages! this serves as a reminder that we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/112193516515942162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/112193516515942162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112193516515942162' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-109690603797616623</id><published>2004-10-05T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T00:07:17.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: soft and cuddlysong: security -joss stoneoh. my. god. i am in love. but i dunno if this is the rite time. like i had a confrontation with tim on tues and i met the guy of my dreams the very day. isn't it ironic?nie nie and moi will hafta do our work now, damn assessment's on the 22nd. i am so dead.i need your 2cents on eugene. get back to me soon."Security"A loss that would have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/109690603797616623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/109690603797616623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109690603797616623' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-109651920222875820</id><published>2004-09-30T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T12:40:02.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: la di dacd: the soul sessions- joss stone tim apprently deleted me from friendster probably becuz he didn't want anymore contact with me or zac. it funny how life plays you around and elevates you from depression to the sky. even tho tings between the girls in klass or tim is ever gonna work out, i am not gonna bother or try to pacify em. like zac said, i got to em, they're upset and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/109651920222875820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/109651920222875820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109651920222875820' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-109625362930527613</id><published>2004-09-27T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T10:53:49.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: still song: full of grace- sarah maclachlan some days it's hard to believe in anything. some days it seems that the heart has been sucked out of the entire world, so that everythiing seems cold and absurd and perhaps pointless. i feel like a child who knows less than nothing. i want to retreat inside myself where it is quiet again. still waters, not messed up by romantic embraces and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/109625362930527613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/109625362930527613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109625362930527613' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-108653928639455852</id><published>2004-06-07T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T00:28:06.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: depressedsong: i believe -diana degarmo book: learning to fly it all seems so cliche unfortunately i didn't make the cut for the first round of idol and it's all a bit sad really i mean gene didn't make it for Ozzie idol as well and he's probably a hundred times a better singer than me so i'm on the phone with gavin complaining that we didn't have the x factor or it's the nerves that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/108653928639455852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/108653928639455852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108653928639455852' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-107796256302791768</id><published>2004-02-28T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T18:05:36.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: questionablesong: same script, different cast- whitney + deborahOMG! i never knew i was so popular with people i don't even know! just who's you're toast?? the name's bret silverman or something. i'm impressed. miss toast has been reading my blog and finallyu commented after i bitched joanna. hm,mm mebbe she's joanna in disguise?! haha and with mario.... what the hell. let's save it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107796256302791768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107796256302791768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107796256302791768' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-107755586426539452</id><published>2004-02-24T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T04:37:04.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: elatedsong: shut up- black eyed peas public enemy no. 1- joannamany apologies for not updating my blog for the longest time ever! so much have happened that i got so caught up in it that updating my blog seems like the hardest thing to do! what with the episode with joanna and mario. i am simply APPALLED by what they did. joanna with her ability to laugh everything off even if it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107755586426539452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107755586426539452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107755586426539452' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-107598697472542776</id><published>2004-02-05T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T21:31:27.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: lazysong: ban dao tie he- jay chou the life of a cosmopolitan city girlwho does their laundry ay 11pm at night??  it is now t-15 days til ord and i am now clearing my leave and off and basically doing nuthin! hah! and i needa get a job soon or else i'll just be bumming aroung and i can't do that cus i need my $$!! lol. i got a fedora just for the mtv mosh pit auditions this sat. i </summary><link 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than we are. i think i needa put on weight before i can actually get sex! i hate the fact that people will fuck UGLY faces just for the body, that is so surface and shallow. my love test results:1.  You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107478282843611869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107478282843611869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107478282843611869' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-107467247627040044</id><published>2004-01-21T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T16:09:57.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: restlesssong: my immortal- evanessance my pictures are at http://f2.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/sean_atz/my_photosso please go look at them! in search for the perfect curtains2 girls went to centro on sunday and ened up binging at lau pa sat. and there were only 11 men we would have imaginary sex with! are there only so many cuties here? or are our expectations too high? i am so put off</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107467247627040044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107467247627040044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107467247627040044' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-107376563540979887</id><published>2004-01-11T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T04:19:17.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: bluesong: lonely travel- sun ho "When it comes to life and love, why do we believe our worst reviews?" i am so feeling satc now, got the whole of season 5 on vcd from hmv in hongkong which brings me to this. why am i going on an emotional rollercoster and guilt trip now? i feel so bad now cuz i miss him him so much but we are so far apart, he's in neo-nazi land while i'm stuck in this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107376563540979887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107376563540979887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107376563540979887' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-107290741883808353</id><published>2004-01-01T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T05:54:40.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: thoughfulsong: too lost in you- sugarbabes love is actually, all aroundit's finally 2004, and i've decided to go ahead for the hongkong trip despite what many other people are saying. and i'm sorta depressed, i dunno why, mebbe it's cuz of the new year that was just ushered in or mebbe it's the disapprovals i'm getting... and there's this person (gabby and zac should know who i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107290741883808353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107290741883808353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107290741883808353' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-107260037814673580</id><published>2003-12-28T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T16:33:14.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: sorta hungoversong: say goodbye- s club remind me never to go to another fridae event again! snowball was utterly disappointing, packed with the usual marys and awful music! we didn't even stay long! the only reason i went was becuz zac bought me a ticket. new years' just round the corner. so what are all your resolutions for 2004? mine goes like this1. quit smoking! 2. save up fpr </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107260037814673580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107260037814673580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107260037814673580' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-107218302834440006</id><published>2003-12-23T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T20:37:23.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: depressedsong: too lost in you- sugarbabeshaven't been here for a while cuz i got kinda caught up in my fish business. rite now i am only left with 2 clownfish and a blue damsel in my tank, 3 other clownfishes have since passed away together with 1 blue damsel. sad. xmas dinner was wicked. the food i made this year got rave reviews and i got this clover leaf pendant that me and val saw</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107218302834440006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107218302834440006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107218302834440006' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-107034130082423563</id><published>2003-12-02T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T13:01:51.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: rested &amp; fullsong: powerless(say what you want)- nelly furtadoi'm feeling kinda folkish and all today. lol i'm finall getting my 6600 next week, roy has finally agreed to sign for it cuz then i can pay for it in instalments! =) da jie just found herself a man. i'm soooo happy for her! then preparations for xmas dinner's on the way, zac and gabby's coming back...  couldn't it get any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107034130082423563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107034130082423563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107034130082423563' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-107010678236842335</id><published>2003-11-29T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T19:53:11.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: insensitivesong: hole in the head- sugarbabes it's satuarday and i'm bored to death waiting for Val to finish work so  she can come join moi for dinner. thne there's this officer's birthday party which i dun even know whether i'll be goging! nothing's being arranged yet. tak tak can't some people's timemore liked planned or something? on a brighter note, lunch was superb! met roy, (the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107010678236842335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/107010678236842335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107010678236842335' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-106998235504981944</id><published>2003-11-28T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T09:27:46.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: restedsong: ai hen jian dan(i love you)- david tao kinky isn't a feather...its using the whole damnchicken! and you kno it. you are so kinky thateven you are afraid of yourself sometimes.   What type of SEX do You enjoy?  brought to you by Quizillait's finally friday! will have to attend my officer's birthday party tomorrow instaed of meeting ashley and jo to go to esplanade to take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106998235504981944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106998235504981944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106998235504981944' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-106965039728345320</id><published>2003-11-24T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T13:10:48.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: restlesssong: cinta bukan biasa- siti nurhalisa crossed-eyed artist du jour: wilber pan i dunno what i'm doing in camp today, since there're tonnes of people off today and it's dead quiet here. good thing is that i can probably leave early and mebbe meeting ashley for dinner or accompanying erwin to ikea. bored shitless in camp. public holiday tomorrow!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106965039728345320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106965039728345320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106965039728345320' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-106953567255748664</id><published>2003-11-23T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T12:54:15.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: worn outsong: cruz- christina aguilera "i'm leaving todayi'm leaving it, i'm leaving ti to changemovie du jour- le divorce  et la papillon so i caught 2 movies this week. fabulous i must say. both were french movies, not excatly for le divorce but the backdrop was gorgeous! i really love the parisian streets and culture although sadly i've never been to paris before... la papillon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106953567255748664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106953567255748664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106953567255748664' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-106904416375893390</id><published>2003-11-17T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T12:47:47.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: restlesssong: fields of gold- emi fujita femme du jour: Denisa Dvoncova, winner of elite model look 2003 You're Soroity Slut Barbie!  You're easy and you'rereally cheesy!  Have fun with the entirefootball team. If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be? brought to you by Quizilla-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Whichmeans you're rare or that you cheated :P </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106904416375893390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106904416375893390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106904416375893390' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-106896959165449547</id><published>2003-11-16T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T16:04:49.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: sicksong: dong feng po- jay chou cutie du jour: duncan Blue  rite i've been sick the whole week, what with the sore throat and cough then the runny nose.. and i'm still not geting any better. plus my ears have been plugged as well since i got sick. wonder why... i'm reluctant to go see a doctor, never liked them anyway... and i've already been stocking up on my meds, lozenges and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106896959165449547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106896959165449547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106896959165449547' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-106836477724003118</id><published>2003-11-09T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T16:38:38.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: tiredsong: me against the music- britney idol du jour: jay chou  Thug Bear Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You? brought to you by Quizilla-i'm thug bear?? well once a niggabitch, always a niggabitch! lmao! what can i say? i love ma bee-aches and hos! finally changed my blogskin after i screwed up the previous one. did it all on my own without ashley's help this time. wasn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106836477724003118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106836477724003118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106836477724003118' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-106822971806280436</id><published>2003-11-08T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T07:14:14.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: fullsong: never again- justin timberlakePROJECT G.I.JO (minus the E please!)rite, went for coffee with M and jo earlier today in the city. so there we were at coffee club express talking and somehow the topic drifted to jo and we started discussing how we could make her more 'feminine' ahem, not that she's not girly girl enough but the girl needs a new look! a makeover! so from today </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106822971806280436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106822971806280436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106822971806280436' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-106809431425401715</id><published>2003-11-06T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T13:11:59.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: restedsong: stand- jewelOMG! i slept til 9 today! haven't had the luxury to do so since we have to wake up at 6 everyday to go for breakfast. since we had to do sentry til 1 last night, i decided to sleep in cuz the weather was so nice and cool. so there, i'm very rested today and full of energy. i just realised that i haven't wrote to da jie, er jie or Ana any snail mail since the '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106809431425401715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106809431425401715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106809431425401715' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-106803142291856635</id><published>2003-11-05T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T19:30:54.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: melancholic song: kai shi dong le- yanzi it's a wet day, and it doesn't lift my mood up either. i'm quite affected by what my friends are going thru in their personal lives, i don't know why but it just gets to me... maybe it's cuz i want them to know that hey i feel you or whatever. or maybe it's cuz i've been listening to all these sad chinese ballads that it's starting to get to me?? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106803142291856635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106803142291856635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106803142291856635' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-106793479730616689</id><published>2003-11-04T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T16:33:20.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: bittersweetsong: can you feel the love tonight- S Clubpeople only respond to rejection. some character in a cartoon i was watching yesterday at home said that. gwad they actually deal with this type of contents in cartoons now? i guess it true what was said in the cartoon, people only respond when they are being rejected. last night, a close friend called and said that she's servering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106793479730616689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106793479730616689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106793479730616689' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-106776135010577313</id><published>2003-11-02T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T17:38:42.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood: lethargicsong: hua dou kai hao le- S.H.Eall has been good. it's sunday and i'm sitting at this internet cafe writing this cuz the bloody computer at home's down again! drats. i'm dead beat from karaok-ing last nite with miss liow, jo and M. realising that we're all sorta broke, we decided to take Night Rider back home and save on the cab fare. who knew that we took the wrong bus (all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106776135010577313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106776135010577313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106776135010577313' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010383.post-106749171434013361</id><published>2003-10-30T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T13:37:04.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well here i am. finally having an online journal. after many thoughts and finally conjouring enough courage to let my writings be judged. here i am. ready to explore the world still foreign to me in many ways and write about it here. i suppose i am still new in this type of 'new age' writing style, it seems all alien to me. to quote a friend "i am still a child, i still butcher things with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106749171434013361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010383/posts/default/106749171434013361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seanatz.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106749171434013361' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024386631718637113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
