<?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-6641427135524432553</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:40:12.781-07:00</updated><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='horny'/><category term='Swert'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Confession of a BKH</title><subtitle type='html'>My Confession of a Broken Heart, My secret hideaway. My fridge.. Cold and secure..Nobody will find out.. nobody..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-3358417436031592182</id><published>2009-12-03T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T04:38:03.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Oh my last, this is the first time! I had dream yesterday night. Sleeping wasn't great at all. Woke up so many times. I can feel that my family gem is rock hard! I went down and adjust it. And it's a lil wet ;] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap it was a wet dream. I dret humping this guy if I am not wrong . It was hot n steamy in a confined space. Bah ! I need some air! Waking up this from this dream, was so saddening . I miss physical contact with another guy. Molesting, licking, bjing? Keke. Too much testosterone now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, the guy I dreamt about is a hot Indian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641427135524432553-3358417436031592182?l=mybkh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/3358417436031592182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/12/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/3358417436031592182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/3358417436031592182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/12/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-8482491687719493123</id><published>2009-12-01T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:42:06.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Rural</title><content type='html'>A trip to the rural of B is definitely very fun. It was few hours of speeding my leg wide behind the motorcycle. I am not used to resting my leg on the drivers bum. Therefore I spread out, avoiding any contact. Bro thinks I am crazy. Me too haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love love to have a bf that drive bike =P . First, riding a bike look like a bad ass. Second, I can hug him tight from behind. Third, I can molest him when he is driving =p . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing by the rural area, there were lots of topless native mens. Well built, toned, leaned, six packed, tanned ... Cream de la cream. I was rather turn on by that! Who wouldn't! I wanna touch, squeeze, feel, and milk them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound so pathetic now. Oh well~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641427135524432553-8482491687719493123?l=mybkh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/8482491687719493123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/12/trip-to-rural-of-b-is-definitely-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/8482491687719493123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/8482491687719493123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/12/trip-to-rural-of-b-is-definitely-very.html' title='Rural'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-4460275374998204715</id><published>2009-11-30T05:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T05:38:32.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Feel it</title><content type='html'>We went travelling from S to a different city, B . The bus company's driver came to pick us up from the hotel we were staying. It was not only us that go to B that day . When were waiting the other people, 2 people appeared slowly from the shadowed alley. An Indian and an Caucasian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He say to me. That Indian look very gay. I replied oh really? ( obviously I know despite my broken gaydar..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They enter the van and I was looking out all the time throughout the journey to Bus station. We reached and got down. He say, that two guys are gay! The Indian was adjusting his shirts and buttoning up him. So geli... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt about it. In some way I was hurt. What if he know I am gay? What will he do, what will he respond to it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641427135524432553-4460275374998204715?l=mybkh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/4460275374998204715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/11/feel-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/4460275374998204715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/4460275374998204715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/11/feel-it.html' title='Feel it'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-1018247998390379618</id><published>2009-11-15T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:43:35.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swert'/><title type='text'>My past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/SwDJyVuJN9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/jVykxNQUuL4/s1600/__words___by_estellamestella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/SwDJyVuJN9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/jVykxNQUuL4/s400/__words___by_estellamestella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404541419505924050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met ex-gf last night. its amazing to see how happy she i now.. dating my best friend. Somehow i like her like this. More positive, cheerful in a way attractive.. and what am i know attracted to her again? no.. i wont put her through another hell... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and my gf.. dated for nearly 5 years until she discovered my bf. it was definitely a chaotic moment for her. i feel sorry i did that to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why am i gay now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-it's because i was abused in my younger days... my cousin.. when i still dunno right or wrong . and assume male to male action is one of the nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my relationship with my gf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641427135524432553-1018247998390379618?l=mybkh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/1018247998390379618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-past.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/1018247998390379618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/1018247998390379618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-past.html' title='My past'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/SwDJyVuJN9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/jVykxNQUuL4/s72-c/__words___by_estellamestella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-7405090366216764130</id><published>2009-11-04T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:47:35.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/SvIdypdQFVI/AAAAAAAAACA/zD_H29wxI7o/s1600-h/HOMO_saPIENSApiens_by_Naragai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/SvIdypdQFVI/AAAAAAAAACA/zD_H29wxI7o/s400/HOMO_saPIENSApiens_by_Naragai.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400411659129853266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suddenly he stopped blogging, and i realise because of this stop, it made me even miss him even more. It has been a real great deal for me to miss someone. i am expressive-less. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only have 1 relationship before. 1 great one. Certainly believe quality is more important than quantity.He confronted me saying i shud wait for him but... shud i.  Shud i wait for my ex? shud i.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met a guy. Not met but we certainly had been real close ever since i know him.I had a little feelings to him so does he. And apparently its not as strong as how he feels bout me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i scared i might hurt him. i dunno how to tell him not to fall so deeply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow i dun see future in both of us. Quite easy predicting it too on other people....I dun like hurting people therefore i dun flirt or even try starting a relationship....i know i am a bad boyfren. i know it. Unless u make me go crazy for u. thats nearly impossible...my ego is very high at least i identify my weakness...even with the high ego. my self-esteem is always very low....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641427135524432553-7405090366216764130?l=mybkh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/7405090366216764130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/11/dilemma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/7405090366216764130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/7405090366216764130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/11/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/SvIdypdQFVI/AAAAAAAAACA/zD_H29wxI7o/s72-c/HOMO_saPIENSApiens_by_Naragai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-7163255096600040530</id><published>2009-10-14T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:33:09.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/StaXn2S_o1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NrDjB0mopLA/s1600-h/Oops_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/StaXn2S_o1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NrDjB0mopLA/s400/Oops_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392664314668622674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oops i did it again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With all the countries going &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All mess up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in this big ass earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641427135524432553-7163255096600040530?l=mybkh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/7163255096600040530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/10/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/7163255096600040530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/7163255096600040530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/10/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/StaXn2S_o1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NrDjB0mopLA/s72-c/Oops_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-7879532403442820878</id><published>2009-10-13T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T04:41:23.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/StRmhrA4QRI/AAAAAAAAABw/HavsXUDN3Io/s1600-h/615865faddc59fee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/StRmhrA4QRI/AAAAAAAAABw/HavsXUDN3Io/s400/615865faddc59fee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392047382537453842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Give me back my freedom back.&lt;div&gt;I have an ex-bf who always gets in my way till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A selfish devil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who control wats happening around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and still want my life to revolve around his, even after break up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took my 3 years to forget u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it took u 2 months to get another one to replace me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641427135524432553-7879532403442820878?l=mybkh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/7879532403442820878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/10/freedom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/7879532403442820878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/7879532403442820878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/10/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/StRmhrA4QRI/AAAAAAAAABw/HavsXUDN3Io/s72-c/615865faddc59fee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-1407517776752735333</id><published>2009-10-08T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:36:50.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Ss3qo4aKvLI/AAAAAAAAABo/-sTQCF1Xms4/s1600-h/Gay_Love_by_yellowcaseartist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Ss3qo4aKvLI/AAAAAAAAABo/-sTQCF1Xms4/s400/Gay_Love_by_yellowcaseartist.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390222317090159794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need people to love me&lt;div&gt;pamper me, care for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hug me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but to no avail...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realize something&lt;br /&gt;i know i am quite good looking&lt;br /&gt;but i always attract girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead of men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 girls is chasing me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its all awkward and painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641427135524432553-1407517776752735333?l=mybkh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/1407517776752735333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/10/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/1407517776752735333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/1407517776752735333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Ss3qo4aKvLI/AAAAAAAAABo/-sTQCF1Xms4/s72-c/Gay_Love_by_yellowcaseartist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-7716140587426537518</id><published>2009-09-26T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:32:09.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy</title><content type='html'>so much to tell but lazy.&lt;br /&gt;fren are asking me to give up&lt;br /&gt;but i was so attached to him&lt;br /&gt;i lose myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wont be a happy ending for sure&lt;br /&gt;will i'll wait for that one shot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641427135524432553-7716140587426537518?l=mybkh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/7716140587426537518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/09/lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/7716140587426537518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/7716140587426537518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/09/lazy.html' title='lazy'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-8662156835528191063</id><published>2009-09-18T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:28:37.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Insignificant</title><content type='html'>After this week.&lt;br /&gt;i know how insignificant am i to u &lt;br /&gt;guess.. i'm just ur spare tyre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shud stop thinking about u...&lt;br /&gt;but tell me how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641427135524432553-8662156835528191063?l=mybkh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/8662156835528191063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/09/insignificant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/8662156835528191063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/8662156835528191063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/09/insignificant.html' title='Insignificant'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-431696721843289746</id><published>2009-09-18T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:11:12.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness</title><content type='html'>it was happy to know u &lt;br /&gt;it was happy to chat with u &lt;br /&gt;it was happy to share my past with u &lt;br /&gt;it was happy to saw u in webcam&lt;br /&gt;smiling at me &lt;br /&gt;and melted my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was happy when u talk to me&lt;br /&gt;talk about ur stuff&lt;br /&gt;talk about ur childhood memories&lt;br /&gt;talk about wat i shud do &lt;br /&gt;talk about wat i shud strive for &lt;br /&gt;and continue to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sad when u decided to ignore me&lt;br /&gt;it was sad when u wont reply my sms &lt;br /&gt;it was sad when i need a shoulder to lean on&lt;br /&gt;and all i get was... i am not in the mood&lt;br /&gt;it crush my heart so deep&lt;br /&gt;and u made me another man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lose his confident&lt;br /&gt;lose his pride&lt;br /&gt;lose his youth&lt;br /&gt;lose his time&lt;br /&gt;lose his... heart &lt;br /&gt;for u &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could u do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget wat u put me thru&lt;br /&gt;never ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641427135524432553-431696721843289746?l=mybkh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/431696721843289746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/09/sadness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/431696721843289746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/431696721843289746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/09/sadness.html' title='sadness'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-4342087707615654029</id><published>2009-09-18T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:06:59.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very true</title><content type='html'>Dedicated for Everyone&lt;br /&gt;(You just can't miss this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am chatting with the people all over the world. &lt;br /&gt;I met lots of people on the net. &lt;br /&gt;Everybody has their own value for me. &lt;br /&gt;I had chances to know gay people on net. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot say I am understanding gays completely, &lt;br /&gt;at least trying to understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a straight man. &lt;br /&gt;if you asked "What does gay mean?" &lt;br /&gt;to me in a few years ago. &lt;br /&gt;I could say &lt;br /&gt;"a man who has a physical desire for other men" &lt;br /&gt;In years, I met  gays on the net, and &lt;br /&gt;have an idea about those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask "What does gay mean?" now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man who has to hide himself &lt;br /&gt;to protect himself from the society, &lt;br /&gt;a man who is rejected by the society, &lt;br /&gt;a man who is trying to reject being a gay &lt;br /&gt;behaving like a straight man, &lt;br /&gt;a man who may be a close friend, a buddy and a father, &lt;br /&gt;a man who may feel helpless and needs our help, &lt;br /&gt;a man who may feel hopeless, needs us to give our support, &lt;br /&gt;a man who feels lonely, needs us to share his loneliness &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; WHAT REALLY MATTERS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents asked if I'm gay, &lt;br /&gt;I said does it matter, &lt;br /&gt;They said not really, &lt;br /&gt;I told them yes I'm Gay, &lt;br /&gt;They said get out of our lives, &lt;br /&gt;I guess it mattered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boss said are you gay, &lt;br /&gt;I said does it matter, &lt;br /&gt;My boss said not really, &lt;br /&gt;I told my boss, yes I'm gay, &lt;br /&gt;My boss said you're fired queer, &lt;br /&gt;I guess it mattered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend asked if I'm gay, &lt;br /&gt;I said does it matter, &lt;br /&gt;My friend said no not really, &lt;br /&gt;I told my friend yes I'm gay, &lt;br /&gt;My friend said don't call me friend, &lt;br /&gt;I guess it mattered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover said do you love me, &lt;br /&gt;I said does it matter, &lt;br /&gt;My lover said yes, &lt;br /&gt;I told my lover yes I love you, &lt;br /&gt;My lover said hold me in your arms, &lt;br /&gt;For the first time something in my life matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God asked, Do you love yourself, &lt;br /&gt;I said does it matter, &lt;br /&gt;God said yes, &lt;br /&gt;I said how can I love myself if I am gay, &lt;br /&gt;God said because that is the way I made you, &lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever matter again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641427135524432553-4342087707615654029?l=mybkh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/4342087707615654029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/09/dedicated-for-everyone-you-just-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/4342087707615654029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/4342087707615654029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/09/dedicated-for-everyone-you-just-cant.html' title='very true'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-154365333588382152</id><published>2009-09-08T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:23:25.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>think he has  ED -- erectile dysfunction&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641427135524432553-154365333588382152?l=mybkh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/154365333588382152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/154365333588382152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/154365333588382152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-8253019885431776349</id><published>2009-09-02T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:35:13.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Dreamt about him&lt;div&gt;we are on our way to One u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we ended up in a stairs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he started caressing my board shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving to my chest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hugging me from behind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and work his hand all the way down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was happy yet sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause when i was dreaming it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know its a dream i was semi concious...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i wished could stay in the dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ... i am blogging here now  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641427135524432553-8253019885431776349?l=mybkh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/8253019885431776349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/09/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/8253019885431776349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/8253019885431776349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/09/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-6149260966599418528</id><published>2009-09-02T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T06:22:20.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>i'm trap</title><content type='html'>I have been single for around 2 years now&lt;div&gt;because i am timid and because i am still in my hometown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dare not take action. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people always say to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't think of what people might think of u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i am always very self concious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking.. wat if these news that "i am dating a men"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reach my mum's ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes... i am scared...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been a silent reader of lots of gay blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i taking my first step... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jotting down stuff in blogger.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to share wat i encounter and wat i experience last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing juicy though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so you know. i leave in a very small town in borneo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally had guts to add a gay in my msn list...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knew him through his blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and chatted with him for few days already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my hands were literally cold when i was chatting with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to show u how excited and nervous i was ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my feeling to him is very strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he seems like the ideal guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smart, talented, mature, good looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but... the problem is he already have a crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that makes me wonder if he is toying me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the way he talk, the way he compliment me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was over the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641427135524432553-6149260966599418528?l=mybkh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/feeds/6149260966599418528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-trap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/6149260966599418528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641427135524432553/posts/default/6149260966599418528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybkh.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-trap.html' title='i&apos;m trap'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10990840141258382487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp53Ixx3KcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/U9itcE5j30s/S220/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641427135524432553.post-110490444938399937</id><published>2009-08-30T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:06:49.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swert'/><title type='text'>1st post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp9czwTnpwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eqvYF7c_xYo/s1600-h/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLyNUOKkYgQ/Sp9czwTnpwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eqvYF7c_xYo/s320/come_back_my_life_by_stormofdestiny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377118524313937666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, myself and I...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Swert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am 21 years old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am from Borneo Island &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am loving with Sepias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I teach Add Math, Science to Art (secondary students)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I teach all subjects to Primary students&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, my command of language is very weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just so u know =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most importantly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Bi-curious ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am still very new to this blogging thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love to learn new stuff =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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